Sorry to report there are no Satellite Stories this weekend. As you can see, we are experiencing "technical" difficulties.
Little Red Ella escorted mini-Dal to meet the Ambassadors, Dor and Dora. Their pet Dragon was in the tearoom, and mini-Dal felt a bit nervous. He had heard that Dragons are sometimes capable of breathing fire and belching smoke. Being newly outfitted with mitts on his rayball and laser beam, he felt that in a fire-fight he might be slightly disadvantaged.
RattyD and mini-Dal paid a visit to the Poppet Satellite Brainy Council to ask Drs. Byrd and Brown, and councilors Spike Migraine and Sunrise to approve mini-Dal's application for residency.
Councilor Sunrise was a little concerned about mini-Dal's rayball.
"See? I told you that was a word!"
"shhhh! Don't interrupt the story!"
While RattyD offered assurances of mini-Dal's "niceness" and described several of the ways the lasers and plunger arm could be very useful to the Satellite community, the Robot Investigative Team quietly approached from behind, with information relevant to the inquiry.
"Oh dear," RattyD's smile dimmed a few watts, "mini-Dal, what is all of this?"
"No, no, NO! We talked about all of that. These are not foes, these are friends!"
"The Dalek do not understand 'friend.' You must submit to the power of the Dalek!"
"Oh, good grief. Shush now."
Poppet Ambiguity stepped down from the Investigative Robot.
"I have reason to believe that this bird might have been deliberately wheeled over! Of, course, it might not have been..."
"It can't BE!" RattyD started, "Why, that's not civilized!"
Councilor Sunrise questioned mini-Dal, "what are we going to do with you?"
RattyD whispered to mini-Dal, "How could you do this to me, Dal-baby?! My reputation as Bad, Bad Rat, (but Not TOO Bad Rat,) is seriously hanging in the balance here!"
"Obey the Dalek!"
"Would you just quit all of that? There are no Time Lords here. We've been over and over this."
Meanwhile, the two Doctors and Councilors set about devising solutions to the recent incidents. Dr. R. Brown, with the competent assistance of Spike Migraine, had remarkable success with some brilliant restorative procedures. After straightening and folding, bird was nearly as good as freshly folded, with only the faintest of creases to show where the wheel tracks had been.
Dr. Byrd, being more the Creative sort of Doctor than the Healing sort, felt a "tough love" approach was needed. Nobody wanted to exile mini-Dal, the general consensus being that he could be rehabilitated, and taught some manners too, and his laser, plunger and rayball might indeed come in handy.
"We don't tolerate trash behavior around here Mr. mini. For the present time, you will be on probation, RattyD will supervise you, and you must visit the Embarrassed Ambassadors for a full course on manners and social etiquette.
In addition, we will ask you to keep your 'tools' wrapped up until you finish your classes. Little Red Ella Capitan, the head of our security around here, may pay you a surprise visit to see that your shields are in place."
"We hope these conditions are satisfactory. Let me be the first to welcome you to Poppet Satellite."
"See? I TOLD you he'd look ADORABLE in bows!"
"I wonder if that rayball could sear some tuna for our picnic tomorrow?"
Little Red Ella and her Posse have just been informed that Others will be arriving soon from the Poppet Planet. There was some instinctive grouping into defense formations, but now that they know that "Others" doesn't mean "robots" this time, they've relaxed.
"Are you SURE it's not a bunch of new robots?"
"Yes, they are soooo hard to train, what with the laser beams and disrupter rayballs."
"Rayballs? that's not a word."
"IS SO, mini-Dal has a rayball."
"You just made that up."
The caretaker of this particular Poppet Satellite just got the invoice and bill of lading from Poppet Planet, and is feeling slightly 'hungover' from the effort of arranging the expedition.
The caretaker would also like to apologize to readers whom she should have informed of the emigration efforts that were underway, but she's pretty sure all the readers saw the announcement over at Poppetropolis.
Little Red Ella's Posse is currently concerned that there is unfinished business with mini-Dal and the injured bird. They plan to wrap that business up before the new residents arrive. Little Red Ella is also looking at a possible re-org, with a small contingency of her crew taking up residency at the business operations office of the caretaker. Just to keep an eye on her, you know. Ella suspects that's how the robots are getting in.