crux_fleet | EVENT: MINING COLONY V'VORTE

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EVENT: MINING COLONY V'VORTE

Who: Councilor Labismat, Science Captain Urist McEngineer, OPEN
Where: V’Vorte
When: June 4th-8th
Warnings: N/A

The Fleet stations itself near V’Varga, the more populated planet of the V’V system, but the majority of the ships are ferrying people down to V’Vorte. Mainly desert, the only things of interest on it seem to be the Mining Plains, which stretch for hundreds of miles; the Blue Circus, which lights up the nights with laser shows and fireworks; and the small town that supports the first two and serves as a small island of normality among the eccentric carnies and boisterous miners. There are rides to and from the Teuberg twice a day, in case you would rather not stay overnight, which are overseen by Science Captain McEngineer, who gives an energetic explanation of the types of metal needed when asked. Back on the Teuberg, Councilor Labismat can be found greeting the ships coming back in, checking on any progress being made.

The V’V natives are mostly humanoid in appearance, with reddened skin tones and large eyes that help them see in the dimmer light of their sun. Most of them, especially the miners, are quite friendly and seem unfazed by the variety of species the Fleet has brought to their doorstep. The only Transports who might get a second glance are the robotic ones, as the mining mechs vaguely resemble them.

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If it were anything other than the embarrassing things he's done here (like that whole tidying her apartment thing), he'd be glad to have made such an impression on her. As it is, uh, no.

The plush monster would be asking for a headshot if it snarked. So there.

"Hmf. You would." Your sense of humor nodule is askew or something. Step closer and Deadlock will try to whack it back into functioning.

"Yeah, well, you're too late. I already won all the prizes." ALL the prizes. Ha. Suddenly the raft of plushies and tacky jewelry isn't so embarrassing.

Oh but those are her best memories of you Deadlock! Gonna have to pry those out of her cold, fried circuits once she's dead.

And hey, Flashpoint has the classiest sense of humor around. Just ask anyone, Axl especially!

"I seeee. You really owned the place then, huh? What're you even gonna do with all that? Other than make you apartment more colorful?"

Don't make him try to stuff her in an electromagnet, now. Because he will do that.

Or try, at any rate.

"Hnf. Serves them right." He's kind of proud of it until...she asks that question. And his smug expression falters. "I...was gonna do something with them. Something secret." Yeah, yeah, that's it. When in doubt, go for 'secret'.

She might punch a few new memories into him if so, just try it!

"Oooooohh, so mysterious. Ya know it's okay if you wanna line your berth with them. They look comfy!" It might be derisive in another situation but she...kinda means the comfy part. And Deadlock curled up in a fluffy snuggle nest is quite possibly the best image she's thought of all week. "You want some help with all that booty?"

Clearly she's been past the pirate ship ride already.

If she thought about it, she might realize he'd probably like being punched. Ooops, so much for that master plan.

"Slaggin' right it's mysterious. To you, especially." You know, you, target of his trolling.

Booty? All that? OH. The stuff. Not his, you know, other booty. Right. He's got this. He narrows his optics. Yeah, you know what? It would be funny to make Flashpoint carry the stuff he's going to cram in one of her closets later. "If you're nice, I'll even let you keep one." So. Generous.

So they'd be good memories then? She should try that, the next time she wants to maybe flirt for real. She's better at talking with her fists anyway.

"Oooooohhh. Top secret is it? On a mission then? Got explosives stashed in there or something?" Leave it to Flashpoint to make things classy with demolitions. Now all they need is bubbly engex or something.

And not that she can't help him with the other booty...but if he thinks he looks ridiculous right now, he's be quite a sight carrying two armloads of plushies while also being carried BY Flashpoint. "What? I'm always nice! Just like you are." SEE Deadlock, you're setting the bar for niceness around here. Be caaaarrreful!

It would probably be more effective than anything else. And besides, his idea of flirting was trolling her in public with a power ballad.

He snatches them away from her as she leans closer. "No, not filled with explosives." GRUMBLE. "I only have the one fraggin' grenade, remember?" And that has its own special little plaque in his quarters.

But wait, right. Rethink this, Deadlock, because having Flashpoint carry all these stupid things would mean....everyone would think SHE was the big dork. "Here." He turns, unceremoniously dumping an armload on her. "Look how nice I'm being." So this was 'sharing'. Ugh. He's not a fan.

She'll feel totally within her rights to punch her feelings into him then. Or maybe troll him with some public noodlebot scandal.

"What, you're military aren't you? Don't they give you any of the fun toys?" Pff, sounds like she's not missing anything being in the militia. "And hey, you had TWO. For like...five seconds." See Deadlock? Don't forget her generosity!

Flashpoint's honestly not expecting him to dump a whole armload on her though, and she fumbles with a catch at the last moment. But hey, Flashpoint's got good reaction times so she only misses on sad little squiddie-thing that falls to the ground. ...oh well. Acceptable losses?

She wouldn't dare! Not to his noodlebot!

"Hnf." That is the universal language for 'i hate bureaucracy'. "Fraggers make us account for everything we take out of the armory and we have to turn in the unused slag, too." And the reports. He has to write reports. About who he shot and how. The 'why' was always easy 'bad guy'.

Hey, he liked the squiddie thing, fraggit, so he's gonna bend down to retrieve it, snerking at the Autobot clumsiness. "Guess you're not used to carrying so much stuff." Rich Autobot. Probably had, he doesn't know, minions or something before the war.

Oh, that idea sounds TWICE as good now!

Flashpoint has to agree about bureaucracy. "There's a reason I went militia. Maybe I gotta hit the gray market for munitions, but at least there's none of that dead weight to go with it." Meaning, paperwork and rules and slag. Who whats to mess with all that? Except Deadlock apparently.

"Like to travel light. Whuz wrong with that?" More like she's not used to owning that much stuff. Having an optic roll to go with that snerk, Deadlock. "Unlike yourself. Looks like you're hoarding an entire park's worth of prizes here. What's left here for me to win, huh?"

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You stay away from his noodlebot or next time, it won't just be a power ballad, Flashpoint. He'll do it! He'll make someone serenade you with CELINE DION.

"Hfn. Yeah, sure, while you sit around polishing your weapons, I"m using them." That's him trying not to sound jealous. Because after he uses the weapons he has to--ugh--do paperwork. It's like these organics ruin everything!!

"Like you'd know about traveling light." But he's going to give you a lesson, planting the squiddie thing right on top of Flashpoint's helm crest, with a little smirk. "Right. Like you'd win anything anyway."

That is a mighty bold threat there, troll serenades with Celion Dion should be illegal!

"Last I checked you were the one polishing my weapons." Wow that...sounds delightfully dirty. She kinda wishes it were true in more ways than one. Also yes, that means her stash hasn't been seen to since he was last in her apartment.

"Did solo fieldwork for a long fragging time. Think I know how to travel light, yeah." She pitches him a flat look as he puts the squiddie in place. It's good that she doesn't hate hats as much as some people do, or this would get ugly. "Bet you I can."

He's been doing research. He knows all about the evil of 'And iiiiiiiieeeeeiiiiiiii will always love yooooooooo'. You have been warned.

"Hnf. Well, someone had to do it who knows what they're doing." As in, not you. Because, yeah, if you loved those grenades like you should they wouldn't be mating with dustbunnies. Just saying.

Yeah, sorry, he's still smirking, especially when she moves her head and a plush tentacle flops down between her optics. Looks like Mr Squiddie's trying to get, you know, real familiar, there, Flashpoint.

"You think so? Like if I tossed one of these up, you could hit it...with another one?" Because like HELL he's gonna let you shoot at one of his prizes.

Research? Uh-HUH. Flashpoint bets you love that song and sing it in the washrack.

"I'm not a maintenance bot." And she does love them! Her place is just inordinately dusty. "You probably planted all those dusty fluffies before I got home." Clearly it's a conspiracy! To...clean her house?

Mr. Squiddie can't blot out her E\ expression, so you have that lineface to enjoy at least Deadlock. But who knew plush felt so nice really? Flashpoint's not bothered so much except now she can't see that smirk to wipe it off his face.

"Maybe if I had a hand free," Pffffffbt, Squiddie, not in the mouth, please. "And could see."

Yeah? That's weird, because he's betting you are the one singing the Celine in the washrack. In fact, he might have to deploy his noodlebot to find out.

"Problem with that soft Autobot thinking is, when your weapons malfunction cause they're dirty, you're probably not withing hitting distance of the mech who didn't clean them." See? If his weapons go bad, he's got no one but himself to blame.

"Hnfh. You Autobots all on about fairness and all. Fine." You wanna be like that? Sure. He puts his pile o' prizes on the ground, holding up one: a fish whose head was about 90% smile. Which is the thing Deadlock hates most in everything. "You can put yours down and pick one. Then I'll throw. Oh. And." And he'll reach over and pull the gropy tentacle behind her audio receiver. There. Fixed that. Now what's your excuse?

SHUT UP. It totally is not Celine that she sings in the shower. He's gonna have to snoop on her to find out and with more than just his noodlebot. (Or he could just be nice again, that worked great last time. Good confusion tactics!)

"Hey, I wouldn't trust anyone else to do the maintenance on the weapons I actually use!" Errrr... Except she sure let Deadlock do it for some totally dumb reason. And hopefully he doesn't ask what the grenades under the bed are actually for then. *whistle*

Wow fish should never, ever smile because that is kind of terrifying. Flashpoint follows his lead and puts the rest of her pile down, choosing a slightly more aerodynamic turtle with googly eyes. What, did he raid the Pirate's Cove ring toss booth or something? "Alright, but I'm upping the stakes. You loose, you wear that expression for the rest of the night."

Yup, she sure is pointing at that fish. And just for emphasis, she tosses her helm slightly to flick the other fuzzy tentacles behind her shoulder. She's working this look.

Is that a challenge? Because he hasn't trolled her in too long.

"Actually use. When was the last time you even used any of them." That may be the voice of jealousy, by the way. All those nice munitions just...sitting there. SO SAD.

Nothing should ever smile because smiling in general is terrifying. It's why he's sworn off. Also because he's pretty sure his face doesn't bend that way.

"Yeah? YOU lose, and YOU do this with your face." One of them is going to have painful facial plating. But he's feeling confident, because she probably throws like an...Autobot.

"Just remember, you gotta hit it before it lands." Because he's positive she's trying to work out a way to cheat. Because that's what he would do. And he hopes she's ready because here it goes. SmileFish: TOSSED.

Sure it's a challenge but HELLO, it's her turn for trolling so just hold up there and be a patient mech.

"Oh the last fight we were in maybe. For my standard gear. So what if there's a few I keep for...reasons. Don't tell me you don't!" She knows about your trophy grenade Deadlock. Wouldn't you be crushed if you accidentally tossed Boomer at an undeserving foe? What a horrible way to explode.

Flashpoint would wonder how Deadlock lives around normal people if he's that allergic to smiles but then she remembers: oh right, Decepticon corps. Musta been hard transitioning to this place where there are some well adjusted people.

N-not that Flashpoint is one of them really. So pegging SmileFish out of the air using his archrival SeeTortie is entirely too satisfying for her.

"Fine by me. I'll even pay for the facial massage you'll need before the evening's done." Her plushie ammo gets tossed into the air a few times as she backs up a few paces, getting a measure of the weight before Deadlock makes his toss. Granted she's more used to throwing munitions than plush, so getting the arc right isn't the easiest thing. But you better believe she at least clips that fish when she tosses Tortie like a plushy discus. HA!

Does she seriously expect him to be a gentlemech about taking turns trolling? The mech who paid someone to publicly serenade her?

"I've only got the one!" Yours, which he keeps for reasons of which one of them is SHUT UP YOU SEE NOTHING.

Deadlock's perfectly well-adjusted. You think a mech as deadly accurate at shooting so as to win all these prizes isn't? At least his targeting is.

"If you were decent, you'd do the massage yourself." Okay, not his strongest line, but you know, something something Autobots paying someone else to do their dirty work something grump. Also, she'd need a face massage for the horror of having to give him a face massage. Sharing is totally caring.

But it's an idle threat until....Frag. "That's cheating! ...somehow." He's not sure quite how yet.

HEY! ... It was worth a shot.

"Then it must be even more precious, riiight?" Otherwise you'd just chuck it at the first annoyance. She knows how it is Deadlock. Don't deny you have something in common!

Targeting and mental health are two different things! At least that's what the pamphlet said that she got when she joined up. It was written by some guy named Rung though and what does he know? Probably some aftkisser with a name like that.

"Oh really?" The elevation of Flashpoint's browridge seems to indicate ulterior motives or at least an improper direction to her thoughts. Likely towards things Deadlock didn't intend. "Maybe I will then." Maybe she'll use her face, that's the best way, right? Her hands, they don't know how to be gentle.

"Oh it's cheating if I win then?" SCOFF. "Do I have to have mercy and give you best two out of three?"

He's saving Boomer for a special occasion. Which is none of your business. She's not special enough, so there, hope that stings.

"Leave my grenade out of this." Sure it's her grenade but shut up he stole in fair and square.

"Shut up! I didn't say you won. I said you cheated." Which is totally different. Except no one cheats at losing. Not even backwards weird Autobots. "I don't need your stupid mercy. But you throw, and if I hit yours, you lose."

This is why you shouldn't try to cheat: you can't cheat a consummate cheater, Flashpoint.

Ouch, mech. That does sting. Just rub iron oxide in the casing seams, why dontcha?

"You're the one who admitted you still have it." Which she's not going to admit being pleased by. Nope, not today! That is totally her normal smirk right there.

"Hey. I followed your rules. Define 'cheating', because I don't think we're in the same data file here." Flashpoint picks up her SeeTortie--giving him an affectionate pat to brush the dust off, and readies him for another round. "If you miss that means we're even." Do the math Deadlock. And do the match while trying to peg this plushie flying through the air.

"Of course I still have it. You don't think anything that's happened here is worth it?" NOT BOOMER. Allow his scorn to cover you.

Cheating is obviously defined as 'anything that makes Deadlock not win'. There. Clear that up for you? "You know what cheating is." Anything you're thinking of doing, his optics say. Right before they say, 'hey!' as the Tortie goes for its second flight. Even, schmeven. But he has his prowess--and his face!--to defend, so he's going to grab this, uh, stuffed hostile looking bird, and launch it. So there.

"Well I'm touched that you have such high standards for my former arsenal members." Hush now, it's not like hers don't have names too. She's just not telling them to anyone.

Typical Decepticon logic: flawed. Unless you're Purple!Shockwave and that's like uber cheating or something. "Yeah, and what if I decided to let you win? Would that be cheating too?" Not that Flashpoint intends any such thing, especially after she as to duck to avoid the newest plushie attack. "Hey! That was unnecessary!" Which means she has to do it back, ASAP, with this HornyRhino.

"Former being the keyword." Trust him, Boomer's happier now. With a proper Decepticon. And its own name.

"Only an Autobot would decide to be a loser." Loser. And it HostileBurd was totally necessary, as is the pink plushy flounder he sends after it like a frisbee, which hopefully blocks her from seeing him get a face full of fuzzy rhino.

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