A Vague Beginning

[Kopa]

Kopa felt his tenseness lessen. He nodded. "Sorry, Silver... I was just startled." he wasn't trying to be rude, but he shrugged it off and walked up to Silver. He sat on his paws, and his eyes started to flutter close. He strained to keep them open but kept failing miserably.

His eyes closed and he started dozing off.

[John Silver]

The ex pirate’s eye flickers back to the warm golden tint and he turns to look over at the pit beast as she tries out his name, murmuring. His accent akin to Meltdown possibly if only thicker. He watches her for another moment then turns back to Kopa as he steps closer to him, looking dead tired on his feet. “Startled?” He muses, watching the teen fight off the sleep before he finally succumbs to it.

“Kopa!” Silver nudges him with his metal hand. “Head to bed lad, you haven’t slept in days from the looks of it” He sighs

[Kopa]

Kopa blinked his eyes open. "Ugh, Silver, I'm fine," he said groggily. He struggled to his paws. He forced himself to look at Silver. "See? I'm fine."

His paws shook, but he managed to stay on his feet. Just barely

[Michi]

"Lively is one way of putting it," Michi chuckled, hopping off the water pump and following Rapunzel and Hercules.
She listened to the two of them, and when Rapunzel suggested Michi would know more about the camp than she, the kitten let out a small purr of amusement.

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure my perspective of the camp is a lot different than your guys'," she waved her tail, gesturing to her small stature, before turning to Hercules, "Still, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. If I can't answer, I'm sure there's someone around camp who can."

As they passed the kitchens on the way to the medic tent, Michi paused, sniffing at the air,
"Mmm... something smells good."
She continued on her way however, she could eat after she helped Rapunzel.

[Hercules]

Hercules gave a nod. "Ok, thank you," he said with a smile. He ran up to Michi. "Is there anything else I could do to help?" He asked. He was much more excited to help people all of the sudden. Well, he was always willing to help people but this seemed different somehow.

[Rapunzel]

As they walked back on the path to the medic tent, Rapunzel couldn't help but laugh at Michi's comment about her perspective.

"Oh, I dunno, Michi! I think that just means you have a way of seeing things that we wouldn't. Wouldn't that make your view of things even more important?" Rapunzel cocked her head idly towards Hercules when he asked if he could help, "Well, I think asking the Council would be good. I'm sure there's no shortage of work to be done, Herc."

Rapunzel pulled up to the medic tent and pushed aside the tent flap, "Right now I'm pretty focused on taking care of-"

The bucket fell from limp hands and the water spilled all over the dirt floor and rug of the medic tent.

"ZAMORA?!?" Rapunzel's hands immediately went to her head, grasping at short strands that were no longer long enough for her to grab in her fists.

Rapunzel's hazel eyes flashed over the tent desperately. There was the bundle of bloody bandages next to the cauldron she had planned to boil them in for sanitation. The supplies organized in various crates and roughly made shelves. Herbs hung about on ropes to dry. Several cots for injured and unwell freedom fighters to rest in.

And one large, hastily arranged, nest of blankets, pillows, mattresses designed for a being too large to rest in the average cot.

One being who is decidedly not there.

"Oh no. Oh no no no no," Rapunzel dashed in and fruitlessly lifted a bloodied blanket, as if she'd find the huge injured alien hiding underneath, "Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no."

Rapunzel was in full on panic mode. She dashed back to the tent flap and grabbed Hercules by his massive biceps, and actually shook him lightly, "Okay! Here's how you can help! We need to find Zamora. Fast. I don't know how she could have gone missing. She was right here. How do you lose a really big 3 armed alien? I don't know! Don't ask me!"

Rapunzel pushed Hercules out the tent and then also looked down at Michi, "Okay, nows a good time to put that unique perspective into use, Michi. You go left, Herc'll go right and I'll... I'll uh."

When she stepped out into the sun of the Serengeti Rapunzel looked about wildly for a moment, then spotted the communications tent, her face brightened up, "I know! I'll ask Max to call for her! That's a great idea! Some one must know where she's at! Okay, good we have a plan."

Rapunzel clapped her hands together, "Alright, lets go!"

The lost princess turned medic spun off and sprinted to the communication tent as fast as her slippered feet could take her. She threw open the tent flaps with out announcing herself, which she didn't like to do because it was rude but THIS WAS AN EMERGENCY!

"Maxwell! Max! Help! Zamora's gone missing and I don't know where she is! I need you to... to... I don't know! Can you call for her or something?"

[Maxwell]

Max had finished his cigarette by then and was reaching over to stick the butt end into the saucer he’d been using as an ashtray. His game of solitaire had resulted in an unwinnable layout. Frustrated, he began bunching the cards together on the desk.

Suddenly, the warmth from the sun hit his back and his shoulders squared. A few cards fluttered to the floor. Because it took him a few seconds to recover from his startle, he hadn’t wholly been listening to the princess to begin with. Slowly, the communications officer turned. The near-blind haze over his right eye reflected back a milky grey in the light from the open tent flap. Max turned his head completely so he could actually see.

The reclusive man seemed irritated to put it mildly. He took hold of his microphone stand and lifted it up, although apparently to keep it away from meddling hands as opposed to actually using it. He narrowed his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure she can take care of herself,” he said dismissively, having caught sight of the massive creature the night earlier by peering out his door.

[Michi]

Michi purred lightly at Rapunzel's comment of her "unique point of view". Out of all the humans she'd come to get to know, Rapunzel was probably her favorite, simply because she made Michi feel validated, after going so long of just being a lonely stray.
Her whiskers twitched as she ducked into the medic tent after her, the scent of herbs and medicine hitting her nose like a wall, causing the cat to let out several small sneezes. She looked up just as the bucket of water fell from Rapunzel's hands, jumping out of the way of the resulting splash of water.

Michi's ears flattened against her skull as she quickly followed Rapunzel out of the tent, listening as she directed them to help look for the missing patient. Rapunzel had run off before Michi could say much of anything.
"Uh... right then." she meowed, tail twitching. She had no idea what this alien looked like aside from the small description of three arms that Rapunzel had spouted before running off.

She quickly ducked back into the tent, her face screwing up for a moment at the smell. Shaking this off, she walked over to the pile of blankets that she assumed to be a nest, hoping to possibly get a scent over the smell of medicine. Perhaps her sense of smell wasn't as good as a dogs, but it was worth a shot anyway.
Getting a whiff of something, she left the tent, hoping to find the missing alien quickly, before Rapunzel had an complete breakdown.

Weaving in and out of the legs of other army members, she followed what of the scent she could, but the scent was quickly lost when the stronger smells of the kitchen caught her nose.
Standing outside the large tent, Michi let out a small hum. What were the odds that Zamora was in there?
Shrugging, she figured it was worth a shot, and ducked into the tent. The loud sounds of cooking food and conversations made her tiny meow for attention go unheard.
Frowning, she jumped onto one of the tables, and let out a louder meow,
"Hey! Is there someone named Zamora in here?!"

[Zamora]

One lop-ear lifts as Michi hollers, and the large creature at the table she's hopped up onto gives a soft chirp of recognition. Zamora's blinded gaze vaguely turns towards-- Oh, this one is tiny. She thought Shani was small, but this has to be the itty-bittiest individual she's seen thus far!

A clawed hand carefully reaches over to investigate Michi, only for there's to be a surprised noise at his soft she is. So many fluffy people here! And these claws may be good for tearing flesh, but they're also great for chin scratches.

Zamora leans over the table, resting her chin on one of her arms to observe Michi and lightly run her claws through her fur. She chatters here, something of confirmation in that strange, alien tongue. Her scent matches perfectly, of metal, blood, and loamy soil. And she's the only person in the tent with bandages wrapping one side.

It seems this is Zamora!

[Hikaru]

Hikaru tensed slightly seeing Zamora's tail sneak forward, only for that tension to bleed out when she flicked a harmless clod of dirt at Kopa. Her lip twitched into the smallest of smiles. She shouldn't have worried. Hikaru shifted the wood in her arms, and then patted Zamora on an uninjured arm.

Hikaru then continued on her way to the fire pit and makeshift grill arranged over it. Hikaru arranged the wood in the most efficient pile she knew, something similar to the arrangement of Lincoln Logs, but looser. She slipped the loose kindling in the center and arranged it in a careful nest. Hikaru struck a match and quickly coaxed a healthy fire beneath the grill for Silver to slap down the frying pan he had grabbed earlier.

"All ready for you, sir," Hikaru dusted her hands off and nodded at Silver. 

Hikaru paused as a little kitten hopped onto the table Zamora was settled by and asked specifically for her. This warranted another twitch of a smile from Hikaru. Sure enough, Zamora was delighted and already snuggling and snuffling the newcomer to the mess tent.