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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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.

LALALALLA he's not listening. So there. He will defeat her with the sheer force of his immaturity.

"Maybe I don't want to embarrass you in public so I'm giving you a chance to spare yourself." Spoiler: that is entirely a lie. He's just figuring win-win. IF she begs, he wins. If not, he tickles her and wins. This is keen Decepticon planning.

And he totally isn't squirming against her hands, just like his own hands are totally not sliding under her bumper. Or if he is, he's just, uh, looking for prime spots for attack!

That is a very mighty force there, his immaturity, and combined with her own immaturity (since it is apparently a racial super power) they could probably level the carnival if it could be harnessed as firepower.

As it is though, it's really just their egos involved here, and Flashpoint's not about to get stuck between a rock and a hard place. (A 'con and a hot place?) Deadlock might think this is an either/or situation, but Flashpoint's going to split the difference right down the middle, with as monotone a voice as possible.

"Oh. No. Please don't touch me. Please, please don't get your hands all up in my sensat^ive--!!" HEY NOW. Prime spot for attack found, foiling her strategy. Well, counter measures are required now, her hands sneaking under that hip skirting, looking for ticklish spots.

Don't put that idea out there, because McEngineer is absolutely the kind of low-down scoundrel to try to weaponize immaturity and they'd create a superweapon.

And that's cheating, because...well...he said so, and he's the one on top right now so he decides. So there.

"Or else what?" Oh good luck answering that question while he exploits that wriggling squeak of hers, digging in with extreme tickling, all while trying to pull away from her own tickly fingers, which probably looks weird and squirmy, but shut up and be tickled and acknowledge his complete supremacy.

That sounds kind of hot actually. And awesome. They could combine and become a Phase Sevener by the sheer force of their immaturity. Tell McEngineer to make it so!

And hey, no one said there were rules! There's no such thing as cheating. No honor among miscreants and all that...

Yeah she can't answer that except with a lot of sputtering and not!laughter and totally!not!shrieking. And that sure is a whole lot of weird defensive wiggling Deadlock is doing. It's too bad she can't take a moment to appreciate that flexibility, which might be as close as he's going to get to Flashpoint acknowledging his supremacy. Something she demonstrates when she finally mutters out "...er else this!" and bucks up with a knee to his back, trying to pitch him off balance and, uh, also ignore how their pelvic frames collide.

Hey, what makes you think Deadlock wants to combine with you, anyway? Besides, uh, the obvious signs, like the wriggling and the snorting that is him desperately trying to hold in a laugh and the way his EM field flickers against hers as she bumps up against him.

"Bring it on!" Because he's never gonna surrender. Not when it's this much fun.

Because it'd be awesome, that's why. They would definitely wreck a lot of stuff including a certain false Prime. Just sayin'. The, uh, other option would be more fun though, at least that's impression she gets with all squirming against her and the way their EM fields collide (she's totally trying to keep hers to herself. ...mostly) and the bump of their armor together.

Have another heave Deadlock, she's got some strong legs and might be trying to pitch you forward to put you in a head lock. Or maybe kiss you again, whatever happens first. She imagines both are equally annoying.

Wait. Combining might just be his new favorite euphemism for, you know, interfacing. In which case, combining...yeah, he might be able to be talked into it.

Not in public, though. Which this totally is. And all those black button eyes of the plushies are watching!! So there's something like a kiss going on, but mostly because he's off balance and not at his best. When she wakes up with a plushie flamingo in her spoiler, he's not the one to blame.

Don't think you'll get a share of her weapons cache if you combine with her though Deadlock, it doesn't work that way. (Besides, she's spent a lot of it already anyway.) That said, she's not opposed either, as long as her stuff doesn't get raided.

There's probably some public ordinance they're breaking here anyway. But Flashpoint's not keen on having spectators either, mostly the kind that do rude things like interrupt and ask awkward questions that might make her explain herself. And the plushies, they have to think of the plushies here, which is why even though Flashpoint's hands twitch with the temptation to do a little non-public, non-tickling type groping she restrains herself. Stealing a kiss though? Totally fair game! Because you know, he did it first, back in the shower, and she has to even the score you know. It's lip lock vengeance!

Hey, for whatever it's worth, Deadlock for once isn't trying to get at her grenades. Just her, you know...bumpers.

And that's right, Flashpoint, think of those poor, innocent plushies and what they'd think of their daddy if they saw him screaming and wiggling under deadly ticklings.

Or no, wait, don't think about that. Especially not while she presses her mouth against his, and the Ominous Growl he was going for turned instead into some Surprised Happy Sound He Didn't Know He Could Even Make?

Good job, Flashpoint. You broke him.

Her bumpers could be within his access level if he's good, and maybe someday he'll earn those grenades too.

And those poor, innocent plushies might think their daddy a real trooper for enduring such obviously heinous torture. Clearly that's what all the screaming and growling is about. That other sound that sneaks past their sealed mouthplates though? That's gonna be hard to explain. In fact even Flashpoint's having a hard time with it. Teasing him with her weirdness had been easy and fun; the more reluctant he was, the more she enjoyed harassing him. She's not at all expecting that happy sound pressed against her mouth, or the pleased purr of her own engines for that matter, and there's almost a moment of panic when he doesn't pull away. But hey, doing things halfway isn't Flashpoint's style, and if it gets her slapped oh well, but she's gonna keep going, opening and sighing into the kiss as her hands on his hips soften a little.

If this is a broken a Deadlock well, she kinda likes it: more handholds and places to slip inside. Maybe she should have instituted the tickle strategy earlier?

Good? Do you know who you're talking to, Flashpoint? This is Deadlock, bad to the bone(r).

Right, and this is why as soon as he gets those plushies home, they're going straight into the washing machine. Brainwashing. Literally.

As for her, yeah, magnets, so he's going to allow himself to enjoy this, just a little. Okay, a lot. He purrs into the kiss, just for a klik, and is about to see where he could get his handholds on her, when there's a loud cough from...ugh Security.

Can he headbutt him? PLEASE?

Yes, Mr. Bad to the Bone(r), Flashpoint knows exactly what she's talking about. Her definition of 'good' is not exactly textbook. Especially if that textbook is the Autobot Code, oops.

And good luck with that Deadlock, hopefully they won't suffer shrinkage in the wash. Flashpoint will have to save Squiddie from that sad fate.

Speaking of sad fates though, that cock-blocking security guard might have one if he says the wrong thing. And just when it looked like they were getting somewhere fun and dangerous too. Way to ruin the best thrill ride in town, jerkface.

"Don't suppose I could give you twenty cred to just walk away?" Hey, bribery is better than sheer force right? She's, uh, learning! Look how subtle she is! Nevermind the aggressive growl of her engine and heated way her frustrated EM field licks at Deadlock.

Hey, UNLIKE Flashpoint (probably), Deadlock will read the laundry instructions. Because he won them fair and square and he wants them to be amazeballs trophies forever.

But she can rescue Squiddie if she wants. He'd totally let her get away with that.

"There are children present, ma'am, uh, ma'am." The security guard seems pretty determined, but as Deadlock stands up, he seems to not be quite as tough as he wants to be. "It's not the place for, you know, this sort of stuff."

Deadlock, meanwhile is trying to kill him with his optics.

Laundry? ...OH RIGHT. That's when humans wear their clothes into the shower to wash them. Except in pornos, then they shower naked. Flashpoint can't decide if that makes more or less sense to be honest.

Let's not talk about Deadlock and his amazeballs trophies okay? Especially not how he probably fondles them at night. ~~without her~~

Say your fond farewells to Squiddie then Deadlock, because he (she?) is coming home with Flashpoint tonight and you're not!

Wait, there's something wrong with that statement and it's not the bonus tentacle part.

But even more wrong is the moxxy this security guard has. Since when did they have this much integrity!? A few moments tick by while she waits to see if his hair--fur--whatever catches on fire from the sheer power of Deadlock's fierce gaze. But no, dammit, so she gets to her feet as well, huffing irritably from her vents and dusting off her door panels. "What? They gotta learn sometime!" Yes kids, have a literal crash course in Cybertronian ~~mating~~ socialization habits. "Doin' their parents a favor!"

Deadlock doesn't know anything about the pornos because he's not some kind of sicko using the pay per view option on his vid. But his apartment had those appliances and he figured he was gonna know what they did. ~~Spoiler: they weren't energon heaters.~~

And now you know his secret, Flashpoint: Deadlock is a mech who reads user manuals.

Don't make him jealous of Squiddie now, Flashpoint. He might decide to have a surprise health and welfare check.

The guard is most definitely not bursting into flames, and Deadlock is displeased. Never mind that eyebeams had never been part of his combat kit. The guard stammers, his eyes darting everywhere else but them. Maybe Deadlock had secret eye-moving powers? "I, uh, I mean none of us know either and now is, you know, it's a carnival and not a documentary and...." And he's not going away, probably because he's rooted to the spot in fear.

Hey! She was doing research! She's not going to go into any situation unprepared, including a bar full of drunk aliens, some of which wanted to proposition her. At least...she suspects that was a proposition? Not everything is universally translated between cultural differences. But that's beside the point, it was totally research!

So yeah, she can get behind a mech who reads user manuals. But really she just wants to get behind him in general right now, and the fact that she can't is making her plating tight in uncomfortable ways. It's making her grumpy too, and said guard is the unfortunate easy target. "Yeah well, maybe I don't want grace you with the opportunity anymore, mood killer!" Someone(s) here is a real killer and spoiler: it's not that stupid security guard.

Hey, hey. No one's allowed to proposition her, even the holoform her. At least unless Deadlock approves. He'll forward her the paperwork in the morning.

Right now, he's got Officer Buzzkill here. "You couldn't fraggin' handle it anyway." You know, knowledge is power or something. He extends a hand to Flashpoint, probably being all polite like in face of snubbing a common enemy. "Come on. You can help me carry my haul home." SUCH A GENTLEMECH!

So where does she return that paperwork? Or does she wear it on her chest? Huge letters across her bumpers that read: "RESTRICTED ACCESS."

Flashpoint's flattered, really, but that might not jive so well with the aesthetics of her work uniform. Plus it covers up the 'cleavage' which is apparently the best part.

"Probably blow a circuit or a blood vessel or something..." They are TOO INTENSE FOR YOU, tiny organic. She's not going to stop and think about the implication that they might frag right here in the middle of the carnival. ...it could happen. In the middle of the night. Maaaaybe. But it's sure as hell not happening now and she doesn't even get sloppy make-outs thanks to Officer Killjoy. She takes Deadlock's hand after scooping up the rest of the plushies--not even thinking about the former except to be sure she puts on an extra good show, turning on her heel in a way that flips her doorpanels at the security guard in a very NON-complimentary way.

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

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They are going to come away with so much UST after this

like they didn't have enough already

define 'enough'? >:D

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Flashpoint's grasp on romance is so elegant and refined

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I bet security drew straws to pick who had to break these two up

that's obvously what took so long

Clearly! I wonder if they get hazard pay for this

shhhh they'll hear you and bring it up with their union

As long as she doesn't have to do the payout...