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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Maybe he should tell himself that since he kinda kissed her first. Under the influence of...a thing...at the time, but whatever. Details. SHRUUUUG.

"Is there some other body part you'd prefer?" Deadlock, STOP making it so easy. "_{no seriously you walked right into that one...}"

And well, since he's not making much effort to retrieve his plushies, she's just going to pick them all up. Finders, keepers! That is until that kitten torpedoes her aft. "Hey!" she pops up a little too fast, losing part of her crown again. WELL. If Deadlock's going to be like that, she's got half an armload of ammo and is going to unload a rainbow parrot at his lower abdominal plating.

That was totally not his fault. And besides. That was, uh, uh....just a clever ruse to get a closer look at her munitions supply. Got it? That was it. The kiss, and the back massage and, uh, all of it.

He's just going to sputter at that. Yeah, he walked right into it. This is why he hates dealing with people. Shooting them is so much less damaging to his ego.

Now, throwing stuff at each other? This he can do. "Hey yourself!" Parrot him, will you? Have a moose to the face.

Riiiiiiight. He got plenty close to her munitions supply while she was out of the room. Unless he meant the supply she was personally carrying, in which case his wandering hands went all the wrong places.

Face it Deadlock, Flashpoint's skill level in Backtalk is maxed out, it's even higher than grenade launching. She'd make anyone sputter on a good day.

The levels of maturity though, those are at an all time low here. Because moose to the face? That's an unforgivable insult! He might have even mushed up her plushy crown again. "I'll get you, my pretteh!!" Have a Wiley Wombat to the face and his cousin the Bad Badger to the stomach. There's some mock cackling in there too.

He was...uh...just doing recon then. Also he wasn't feeling himself at the time. So he settled for feeling her *rimshot*

"Double taps are illegal!" Except, of course, when he's doing them. This is your fault, Flashpoint, as he'll begin Barnyard Barrage on you.

Well he certainly did a lot of reconnaissance in regards to the arrangement of her plating. AND her kitchen. That's left her with a growing taste for revenge and frankly of the two she's less interested in his pantry.

"And when did you become the plushie combat poli--!?" Flashpoint shrieks at the barrage--half laughter, half quasi-outrage--and pelts him with her last two bits of ammo before throwing an arm and a thigh up to shield herself. "Hey, full-auto is totally unfair!"

And since there are apparently no rules here, she's going to do what anyone would do once out of ammo. She's going to lunge and tackle him. Sorry Deadlock, she's not very plush though. Except...maybe her EM field a little. SHUT UP.

~~Everyone's always after Deadlock's Lucky Charms~~

"Since I outgun you!" Ha, he's already thought of an answer. Not one that makes any sense, but he's counting on Quackers the Quaker Duck and Moo Moo Cow to present further rebuttal of her argument.

Hey! He's disappointed in himself. He really ought to have seen that coming. Most people would find it unseemly to wrestle in a ring of stuffed-animal observers in a public carnival, but they're not Deadlock. You want it like that? It's on.

Unless she tries tickling him. Uncool.

~~No stop now I'm really hungry!~~

Yeah she's just gonna ignore that 'outgun' comment. Just because he does, even with plushies, but she has shear, idiotic brawn on her side. And if we're talking rebuttals it's the pointy part of Flashpoint's grille buttin' into Deadlock's chestplate as she wrestles him top the ground. And she's not tickling him....yet. She's just latching both hands onto those cute little gold fin-things that stick out on either side of his cockpit back kibble. Just as she thought, they make great handlebars!

Cry MERCY Decepticon, or she will tickle you!

Deadlock expects no mercy: he's a Decepticon.

For the record, they make terrible handlebars, because they don't really give her much steering control over him. What it does is cause him to buck, his own hands pushing at her face. "Sore loser!"

Yeah, well, Flashpoint is only just learning to be better at giving it, so maybe you can help her practice Deadlock.

But only if you scream her name loud enough the whole carnival can hear. Then she'll have mercy and stop tickling.

Except she needs to start tickling first, which sounds like a great idea. Perfect vengeance for this bucking thing his pelvic frame is doing to her abdominal plating. Quit with the distractions! That's not playing fair either. "Pfft, like you weren't." She releases her grip on the fins, letting her greater weight pin him down, hands dragging around to his sides, looking for sensitive spots she remember from that weird encounters in her quarters.

He's no one's practice toy!

Especially when he's already busy being her tickle-dummy.

"You just wanted my loot!" That's what this whole thing is, obviously. She's greedy and wants his plushies. But that's the last he can get out, because he's too busy laughing, that 'oh god no stop' kind of laugh.

Way to live up to that 'merciless' reputations, Flashpoint.

Hey she never called him a toy! Though...the concept has a certain charm to it....

"Is that a booty joke? Did you just make a booty joke?" If not, she just made if for him. What a helper she is. Like right now, helping herself to all his ticklish spots with those merciless hands. Say her name Deadlock, Say Her Name! Don't stop laughing though, Flashpoint really likes that sound.

Don't. Even go there. Grrrrr.

"Frag you and your fraggin' booty!" He means it to be an insult, and not...uh, yeah. Whatever that was. He's going to blame--SURPRISE--Flashpoint for that, because if she wasn't doing that fraggin' tickling he could have said something far more awesome.

At least a little more awesome.

Hey Deadlock started it!

"Did you just--" Holy slag she cannot keep from laughing, "Did you seriously just say that?!" Well now they're both laughing and that seems unfairly balanced so she'll just tickle him harder, trying to pin at least one of his kicking feet. "Maybe I'll tickle you into submission and then make off with all your booty." Or at least the Squidie. She likes that one.

"Shut up!" No having fun at his expense. "Like to see you come up with something better."

Huh, yeah, he really would. So he's gonna at least try, because it is Retaliatin' Time: time to see what his own tickly fingers could do to that spot on her lower chassis.

"Careful what you ask for!" Her 'something better' might not be the same as his something better. "Not sure I know how to though. You might have to show me." She means the shutting up part. Really, not her best skill. Gags might need to be involved if progress is to be made.

But Primus Dammit not under the ~~boobs~~ grille! "Gak--!" Flashpoint tries to wiggle away from his fingers while not giving up any of her own ticklish territory oh his chassis, which the laws of physics says is not exactly possible. "Watch the paint!" Yeah, that's, really what's she's worried about here.

You bet he's all about under the ~~boobs~~ grille. That's what you get for threatening to take off with his booty.

"Don't worry, you're still all Autobot pretty." He meant that to be an insult, too. Wow. Misfire. He's...gonna shut up now and reach with one hand and grab a stuffed plushie tomato and bean it off her crest. Because reasons.

Hey, he's the one that issued the first challenge that involved throwing said booty away! She's just saving the poor plushy critters from a demeaning life of servitude as game pieces.

But you better believe that under the grille action gets a reaction from Flashpoint. The super squirmy, sputtering kind. ~~And it's kind of a turn-on~~ .

Wow did he just call her pretty? Stop that Deadlock or she might retaliate and kiss you again. "Well it's better than Decepticon grubby. Really, when was the last time someone buffed your--" OH there are so many places she could go with this. Let's pause here long enough for him to fill in the blank. "--everything."

Also wow stop throwing things because that means you take your hands off her. "That your favorite target, huh?" Admit it, you have a fascination with her roboobs, Deadlock.

He won his booty fair and square. Or...something.

Besides, it's better to live under his tyrannical reign than one of an evil Autobot. Because she's all squirmy and stuff.

...yeah that thought definitely pinged around awful close to 'everywhere' in Deadlock's brain. How come when she's getting tickled, he's still getting the more embarrassing end of this situation?

"Got better things to do than look all pretty." Like, you know, win ALL THE THINGS. Victory.

Oh, give him an opening like that?

"Could aim lower." Like, for example, now, when he tosses two stuffed clams at her roboobs. Fascinated? No. Not at all. Bomph.

Hey she's not judging how he got all that booty, just how he takes care of it now. Someone needs to call PETP and rat on him about his mistreatment of plushies.

And since when was squirmy bad? Deadlock sure liked it when he rode her back into the fluffy carpet of her room. Ah-HA! Clearly Deadlock has a secret fetish for soft things. Why he's hanging out with gritty-knuckled Flashpoint then, Primus only knows.

"S'alright, I'll do it for you then." Wait. She meant looking pretty, not buffing his---ER. Okay. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad either. Especially if she gagged him so he couldn't gloat as she did all his personal maintenance.

"Wha--HEY! Why you...." Flashpoint may be out of ammo but she's not out of options, so two can play at that game. She's just going to tickle lower, towards his aft and the undersides of his thighs. TAKE THAT.

If he gets a visit from some mysterious organization regarding his use of plushies as artillery, he's gonna know exactly who to blame.

Squirmy is bad when it's Deadlock doing the squirming. It's fine for her to do it, though. She could do it more, in fact. Like, right about now.

"I can do it myself." Wait. No. Yeah. He has no idea what he's even talking about anymore. Just...yeah moving on.

No! Moving on to tickle his aft is not what he had in mind. But she caught him off guard with her distraction technique of squirming, so he can't help the bark of laughter that escapes his vocalizer.

Oh. You are gonna pay for that, Flashpoint. Because two can play at this game, and as she's tickling him, she's leaving the underseams of her arms awfully exposed.

What!? They are in a public place with plenty of onlookers by now. Anyone could rat on him!

Though there's only one person brave enough most likely.

And Flashpoint likes it when you squirm Deadlock, especially when it's her making it happen. And apparently that's the ante that's been upped here: who can make who squirm more, with extra points for laughter. Laughter that sounds LIKE THAT!

"Oh, that was a good one." Watch her try it again, because she likes the sound of his laugh. Except she's left herself open, and dammit if he doesn't take advantage of that. There's a shrill sound as she clamps her arms to her sides, fingers clenching reflexively. Sorry about aft-grab there Deadlock, but you kinda did it to yourself!

....shut that flap with all that logic and sense. No one likes a knowitall, Flashpoint.

That totally wasn't laughing. That was, uh. Uh. ....Uhhhhhh.

That was growling at such a level that her mere mortal Autobot audials simply couldn't conceive of it.

She buys that, right?

Just like that totally isn't a shuddering sort of groan as her hands grab under his hip skirting, into the sensitive cabling of his aft. That's, uh, some other aggressive he-totally-wins noise.

...even he's not buying that, so he's going to renew his attacks, one hand skimming the line under her bumpers.

Hey she doesn't know everything, she just fakes it really good. So don't dig too deep Deadlock or you'll find out her secret.

If that's growling she'd hate to hear what it sounds like when he's really angry. It probably sounds like giggling; tittering little tee-hees with fangs bared or something...

And he better stop making that other noise, the groaning one, because it sends a ripple through her field that's a different kind of mischief. Keep that up and she might try kissing you again Deadlock, and that would just be...yeah terrible for them both right?

But well, Flashpoint feels like she's got an advantage where her hands are now so they ain't movin'. Except yeah, she can't defend against his attacks to the underside of her chassis grille, which is both ticklish and sensitive, so she squirms hard against him, trapping a half-squeal behind her dentae and thunking her helm crest hard into his chestplate. Which of course also makes her hands grip down on his aft again. It's not on purpose, ~~honest!~~

Don't you tell him what he can and cannot do! He is Deadlock, a fierce Decepticon.

...who is now laughing triumphantly, because oh you are so busted Flashpoint; he can tell that those bumpers are great terrain for him to explore. So he does what all meanies have always done when given the opportunity to tickle. He sits up, straddling her hips, and poising his fingers just above the bumpers. "Beg for mercy." OR BE TICKLED. And don't notice the heat of his interface panel against your thigh. Shush.

Sorry she just did. If he listens to her or not is a totally different thing though...

Okay the laugh is really growing on her, even if this time it means she's losing and he's winning. It's hard to feel bad about it though, because it lets her see his face in something over than various level of scowl. Oh. And that heat against her thigh--which YES she will totally notice that because you are not the boss of her!--is super distracting. Her engine is revving clearly in response to his threat of DREADED TICKLING and not, uh, other things.

"Oh, you mean I get the mercy option now? Wow I must me moving up in your world." Like her hands moving up your thighs Deadlock. Totally gonna be a wrestling move. Yup.

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LMAO

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I adore this thread but the smut keeps distracting me /COUGH

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