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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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.

"I gave it to you far and square." She totally did Deadlock, it was their house warming gift exchange except she got caution tape on the ground of the hanger in exchange. Yeah that's totally fair.

"Maybe there's different ways of winning?" Wow, that almost sounded wise. Flashpoint should remember that. And...figure out what it means. Oh well, it's sounds good so she's sticking with it.

Which isn't helping her much here really. Because she evades HostileBurd only to take the flounder to the helm, almost knocking Squidie to the ground too. "Aww, you messed up my 'do!" Her, uh, plushie tentacle 'do. Hey, he arranged it nicely for her, it's a shame to get it all mussed up! She's laughing though, so if that was supposed to sound perturbed it falls a little short. While Deadlock is recovering from rhino to the face, she's gonna pitch this HuggyMonkey his way and try to hook the circle of its arms over a finial. He needs plushy head deco too!

He'll just growl which is his attempt at being gracious in defeat. And plan revenge and maybe a raid on her grenade closet.

"I prefer the one that's, you know, not losing." Deadlock likes to keep it simple: that's his wisdom. HE IS THE WISEST.

But before he can cook up his next scathing retort, there's a grinning monkey thing aiming its huge idiotic smile right for his optic. It's instinct--he grabs for his gun, and...oops. Collateral damage? Goodbye creepy smiley sock monkey.

If you ever wondered why defeat is one of the only things Flashpoint can handle without complaint Deadlock, ask her about Nyon. Still, points to him for the show of restraint, that's progress!

"What if everyone wins?" Now she's just messing with him because these fortune cookie revelations are beyond even her comprehension.

Flashpoint's not expecting him to draw his gun, and she ducks instinctively, poor Squiddie falling to the ground, her hands thrown up in a defensive posture...onto which charred bits of fluff and sock land.

"Harsh, mech. Didn't know you were so afraid of monkeys trying to hug you."

Yeah, well, Deadlock: full of surprises. And guns. Remember that.

"Then I win harder." Ask a stupid question, Flashpoint, get a.....

"Yeah, well, let that be a warning to you." No hugging. Or at least no maniacal grinning while flying at his face.

But hey, you dropped one of his plush offerings! You brute! He's gonna pick squiddie up and plop him back where he belongs: on her face.

Full of guns, huh? Hopefully wherever he's hiding those is marked with warning tape because she'd hate to, ya know, fumble across them by accident and get one of those surprises.

Have a lineface Deadlock, because that is most simplistic logic ever. But since Flashpoint being 'weird' gets a great reaction from him, she's gonna lift her browridge next and say, "....that's kinda hot."

Because it is!

"Gonna shoot me if I try and hug you, huh?" Sensible enough, considering how aggressively she's known to 'hug' people, mostly Decepticons. But as sarcastic as that was supposed to sound, it comes out a little softer as he picks up the squidie and plops it on her face. She doesn't actually move, except to vent a sigh. "If you're gonna be my cephalopod cosmetologist, you're gonna have to do a better job than that." Come on Deadlock, make pretty it up like you did before.

BURSTING with guns, as far as any Autobot is concerned.

He'd probably insert a trigger joke in here somewhere if he wasn't afraid it would come off sounding closer to premature ejaculation. Which is, by the way, a problem he does not have.

Just so you know.

And you bet his logic is hot. The hottest.

"....better not try." Because no. He won't shoot you. But you can just totally take his word for it and not try it yourself. You know, just to be safe.

"Yeah?" Oh, are you daring him to make you pretty, Flashpoint? "More is better." It is his fashion philosophy, as well as his ammunition policy. So Squiddie is swiftly joined by Crabbie and Flounder. Your face is now an underwater wonderland of plush.

That sounds like a personal problem. The bursting with guns thing, not the itchy trigger. Well, maybe that too. But Flashpoint doesn't know how sensitive it is yet, maybe she should find out?

"What if I'm out for some vengeance?" Because you know, he's ahead of her on the hugging score. And that weird expression on her face that is a mix of coy and catty says that yes, he knows just what she's talking about!

And he can't avoid seeing it either, because she keeps it the whole time he's arranging her plushy crown. Hopefully he can still see most of it around the draping tentacles and crab feet.

He'll keep his personal problems--and his guns--to himself, thanks.

You, however, get the Undersea Theme look.

He's gonna sound all casual while he arranges plush limbs on her face. "Vengeance away. Just know that after I stomp you flat I'm going to raid your grenade drawer." Ha.

That's probably wise, since there's only so many types of gun sharing that's strictly safe and she'd rather not end up on the wrong end, intended or not.

And at this rate she might have to consider a tweak to her deco, less orange and more green. Except she's not an underwater alt so that kind of ruins the theme. Speaking of ruining things though, Flashpoint's gonna call that vengeance bluff right now. Except not with the hugging, that's way too obvious. Instead, she's gonna take advantage of how Deadlock has to lean in close to fluff her plushy 'do and plant a kiss on his big dumb face. SNEAK ATTACK! She only lingers for a sparkbeat before pulling away like it's not big thang.

"Tch. Just don't take the one with your name on it." Because she's got a weird attachment to that grenade okay? It's got a little frowny face painted on it and sometimes she likes to turn it upside-down.

Nah, he likes her deco.

Not that he'd ever, you know, say that out loud. It's kind of like her, though, bold and in-your-face. Well, not as in your face as Squiddie's tentacles, but, you know what he means.

Wait. What. What. What just fraggin' happened here? Suddenly he's got plush on his face and then...that feels like a mouth on his. If she had punched him in the face he couldn't look more stunned. He jerks back with such force that the pile of plushes he'd been holding in his other arm goes flying, and in the silence, there's a slow plopping of stuffed animals on the ground.

"...the frag is wrong with you?" Because. What. He can't. Even.

Later on Flashpoint will probably lay around staring at the ceiling wondering why the frag she even did it. She's just begging for rejection here; turned away, kicked to the curb, told to go home. She's always been a little impulsive, particularly in her younger years, and what the hell it is about him that makes her feel young again she has no fragging clue. It's almost maddening...except when she stops trying to figure it out and just goes with the flow.

'Course then that means she does crazy things like this.

"What?" Flashpoint says, all innocent like it's no big deal because bluster is still her biggest defense, "You said no hugging! ... So I improvised." Never mind the reasons why, she's not entirely sure herself. Flashpoint redistributes Crabby around her helm crest so she can see better, and starts picking up all the fallen plush. If he's going to yell at her, at least she'll have a reason to already be looking at the ground. Tactics!

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