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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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.

She hands the paperwork back to him and waits for the permit. But she doesn't have to cover anything up. They can look, but only Deadlock decides who gets to look with their hands.

He's on that list, himself. VIP access even, which is a thing he just made up but shush.

Officer Buzzkill, though, is not on the list. At all. In fact, maybe he's off the 'can look' list. Just for being a jerk.

And he's not quite sure how his victory march with his prizes turned into him walking holding hands with an Autobot. What the.....?!?

And how long does she have to wait? Last Flashpoint checked, bureaucracy was Deadlock's least favorite thing. Seems like she better tell Quark she has an agent now, all deals brokered through Deadlock now. Not that she's wanted to broker any deals beyond putting on a good show anyway.

It's cute though, that Deadlock wants to be her agent, all possessive like.

Officer Buzzkill is on a totally different list now, one that might include a hard prank or two. Assuming she's got the time to fit it into her, uh, very densely packed social schedule.

Flashpoint's got no idea how this happened either, and she'd put money on awkward times in her near future. Also, that's not her cooling system running, not at all!

The worst part of bureaucracy is the waiting, absolutely. Which is why Deadlock would make any would-be suitor/toucher of Flashpoint occupation head straight for the 'recycle' folder. Serves them right.

Oh yeah, and if he's her agent, he expects a commission. Up front. Don't ask him how that's supposed to work with him denying everyone access. It just...will.

As for what happens now, walking away with an armload of plushie organic toys and a hand full of Flashpoint, he has no idea.....

Sounds like Deadlock needs to take up the role of bouncer at the bar. Then he can do his job and be her agent/chaperone at the same time. And obviously it's commission on top of a retainer fee. So he should just... retain. her. for his own purposes.

Not that Flashpoint needs his protection or anything. What she needs right now is a little privacy and a not-awkward way to ask him back to her place. But who is she kidding? She'll probably put her foot in her mouth and ruin it all before long. So let her just enjoy this for now, a tiny snippet of not-terrible in this freakish world they're stuck in.

He would be open to a business proposition like that. Does it come with a fancy title? A pimp cane? Can you be a pimp if your job is to keep everyone else away from your client?

"Hff," he says, glaring over his shoulder and nearly dropping a plushie rabbit in the process. "He's clearly just jealous." Because yeah, there's a lot to be jealous of here.

Uh. He means the plushie-prizes!

...doesn't he?

Clearly he would be the Anti-Pimp, which might be bad for Quark's business but good for Flashpoint's ego. She's never been possessively wanted before and surprisingly, it doesn't seem half bad? In her younger years she would have chaffed at the restrictions, but that's also when she was convinced she didn't need anyone.

And she still doesn't! Not, uh, needy, like that. Just...more open to the options.

"Probably envious because he's stuck here doing guard duty. And cuz he came alone." Wait, she came alone too. "Er, is gonna leave alone." Serves him right! Being alone like she....isn't...?

Honestly, though, an Anti-Pimp cane makes more sense. Why does a pimp need a weapon?

And Quark needs to keep his mouth shut, anyway.

He pauses, holding the plushie bunny in his hand, looking back at Officer Buzzkill. Which was probably his name: this place sucked at names. Seriously: McEngineer?!

"Heh. Want to bet I can hit him from here?" Hey, if you're getting kicked out, might as well be for something, right?

Why does Deadlock need more weapons? Wait, that's a silly question. Same reason Flashpoint does, more is better!

Flashpoint lifts a browridge as Deadlock looks back at the security guard. His intent becomes plenty clear though and she grins. "Buy ya a drink if you get him in the head."

Yeah she, uh, totally set that up on purpose, the drinking buying thing.

Don't question his need for more weapons, you. Boomer needs company!

"If? What's this 'if'?" He cocks a supraorbital ridge at her. Do you doubt his mighty aim? He'll just have to show you, Flashpoint, making a show of lining up a shot with a plushie ducky before letting it sail....where it lands smack on the guard's head, the plushie's squeaker giving off a blatted 'quack!'.

Boomer can come over to Flashpoint's and visit his old crew if he's lonely Deadlock, just sayin'.

Oh, well, someone's sure cocky. That doesn't really help matters for Flashpoint in the attraction area; seriously what's NOT attractive about someone who can boast and actually follow through? Which...he does. And she doesn't mind nearly as much as she, uh, probably should.

The ducky's little squeak is enough to make her laugh but the way the guard jumps two feet in the air is the most priceless part, and she looses a bark of self-satisfied laughter. "Guess I owe you that drink. When do you wanna collect?"

Boomer is perfectly happy where he is. In fact, if he were any happier, he might explode.

See? Deadlock threw in a little handgrenade humor there. Admit it. You're impressed.

Deadlock doesn't laugh, but he does pull out his very best smirk, because the situation calls for it and he kind of likes the sound of her laugh, even when he's not torturing it out of her with tickles.

"Soon as we put the kids here to bed." Kids being his plushies. Guess what? You're a plushie mom now.

Way to make a mess, Boomer. Clearly you take after your mom. Having fun cleaning that up, Deadlock.

He threw in a little punny humor too; pardon her if she doesn't explode with laughter though.

Besides, that was just a moment ago, laughing at that loser guard who couldn't dodge a plush attack in a million years. Deadlock needs to stop smirking though, because it makes his mouth look way too pretty. That should be like, illegal or something.

Also when did she agree to become a plushy mom?? Was there paperwork she missed? "Good plan," she agrees anyway, (SHUTUP it sometimes happens!) adjusting her armload so the kids are more secure, then her voice drops and she adds through her own smirk, "Gonna put somethin' to bed tonight."

That messiness is probably why Deadlock has custody. He'll train their grenade right. Messes have their place and that's Autobot front lines.

Don't blame the guard too much, instead be amazed at Deadlock's deadeye skill. Who knew his gift for violence extended to squeaky toys?

And if you want him to stop smirking, you're gonna have to, you know, stop looking at him like you approve of his delinquent behavior. "You know." He's not sure where this is coming from, but he's going to just roll with it. "I have some engex at my place. But you can serve it to me." Preferably in a frilly apron or something.

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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...

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i suppose we should wrap this eventually ;-;

Proooobably. ;;~;; It has been one of my favorite threads tho!

all of their threads are ;-;

they are precious jewels in my RP memory hoard

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Most mature mechs right here

YUP

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