crux_fleet | 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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"Point." Like in the front of your helm. Deadlock though, also isn't smart enough to know what's good for him, but he is at least smart enough to know that he doesn't want to frag this up.

And that that engine rev is really kinda...cute. Or something. He just knows he wants to hear more of it. She's cute when she's angry. Also when she's fighting. For the record.

He's just going to blow her a kiss, and toss a plushy at her. He ain't afraid of you and your fists. Cute fists.

"Glad you agree." She's just gonna put a mark in her column there. Because she is totally keeping track. Yes.

You know what else is cute? The fact that Deadlock thinks anything is cute. Say that to her face and she'll be at your mercy all night. Which might be thanks to passing out from sheer disbelief but...still technically a win for him.

Her face catches that kiss with a look of pleasant surprise, which breaks into tilty grin. She tries to catch the plushie but it bounces off her pile, but a flick of her foot sends it back in his general direction. "Gonna get that sandwich right in that mouth if you aren't careful." Or maybe she won't both with the knuckles and just use her face..."

"I didn't agree!" Hey, hey, now. He's not gonna just agree with an Autobot. "Just, you know, acknowledged. A thing. It's totally different."

TOTALLY different.

And that kind of lopsided grin on her face is also pretty different, but in a good way. "Hey, I just ordered a drink. No sandwiches." But she can serve him that drink with her face if she wants. He'd be down with that. And excuse him while he catches the plush she's kicking up toward his face. REFLEXES. Are you impressed? Please tell hm you're impressed. Admit it--that was pretty cool.

"Totally different." That is her acknowledging a thing Deadlock, not sassing you.

TOTALLY different.

"Good, cuz I'd hate to mess up that pretty mouth of yours." It could be useful for so many things besides eating knuckle sandwiches. Maybe some different kind of sandwiching could happen though, like him between her and a berth, hmmm? Maybe drink serving is just an appetizer.... She doesn't know but she likes where this is going.

And Flashpoint sees you being all impressive, Deadlock. She's in too good a mood to pretend she doesn't. You can catch one, but can you catch two?

"Yeah." What he said. Totally different. And kind of...not horrible.

"I'd hate to have to mess yours up, too." Like if she did anything shady. But now he's thinking about her mouth and things he would like to do to it, and oops, that plushie assault ends up landing on his spaulder.

She's pretty good with not horrible, especially if that means gentler, teasing disagreements instead of talking like she's crazy or something.

Well, not that kind of crazy anyway. Maybe it's kinda crazy to flirt and taunt someone like Deadlock so shamelessly, but that's the good kind of crazy and ain't nobody telling her different.

"Oh like you could even get close." SCOFF. But it's a friendly scoff. Mostly. "Unless I let you." Which...mmm....she probably would. Yup. And maybe the way her glossa travels over lip plates says she's following Deadlock's same train of thought.

HA, which works to her advantage, she'll have to try that as a distraction tactic more often. "Aww, poor Lobsta bit the dust." Her turn to bend over totally casually and pick that plushie up. No peeking under her doorpanels, Deadlock!

He likes that kind of crazy, then, because nobody flirts with him and it's kind of new. And...fun? He thinks?

"You think I couldn't?" I-is he hearing that right? Is she daring him? HIM? HA. He's all up in that grille like...yesterday.

But he's so busy thinking about what he could do to that sassy mouth that the words actually take a klik or two to register. Lobsta? dust? Okay 'bite' he could get down with, though. And then, yeah, the view. "Endangering innocents again?" Not his best taunt but he's a little distracted because you bet he's eyeballing the doorpanels.

Good. Cuz that kind of crazy likes him. She might even tell him someday. For the shock value of course. (Because really, who would be flattered by that?)

"Think I'll believe it when I see it." Yes that totally is a dare. Bring it!

Flashpoint grins as she scoops the plushie lobster up off the ground, turning back in a fluid motion that a) makes those door panels swing and b) is hopefully fast enough to catch him looking.

"Should know better than to trust me with innocents." That should probably say something about her character as a solider but the way her mouth tilts it seems to say more about her private life with the inexperienced. Erm, yeah, let's just pretend that's happened, more than that one time.... with that warborn private.... ANYWAY.

He could withstand the shock, he's pretty sure, so, you know, do your worst.

"Think you'll be believing pretty soon." Not right now, of course, because she's expecting it now. But soon. SOON.

And yeah she probably totally busts him looking and after a klik of sheer panic, he decides, you know what? So what? She's gonna waggle that aft at him, he's gonna look. So there. In fact, he's gonna let those optics go right back there and pick up where they left off, traveling in a slow line up her body. "Innocence is boring, anyway." She, though, anything but.

Careful what you wish for Deadlock, if Flashpoint ever experiments with revealing more emotions than 'I give a slag' and 'hey you're not so bad' it might get messy. She has no experience there what-so-ever.

And yes, she totally does bust him looking, have a little extra hip tilt in exchange for so boldly looking. "Definitely boring. I however, am not." Boring or innocent.

"And really, the suspense is killing me here." Not entirely sarcastic, that. Make her a believer, Deadlock. She's kinda looking forward to...uh, the rest of the night. And whatever else happens. "When the hell are we gettin' to your place anyway?"

Bring it on, Flashpoint. He's all about the mess.

Wait, that sounds, uh, wrong.

But he's not gonna deny he was eyeballing her, and his mouth quirks at her hip tilt. Nice. "In so much of a hurry to start serving me, are you?" Because, yeah, he's pretty eager for it. "What's the matter? Getting tired?" Hey, what? HIs quarters just happen not to be right next to a carney. But here they are, at the door, and now he has to juggle his plushies to get his keys. "Hold these." OR, you know, not.

"Oh, you're gonna get served all right." And it might be a whole lot more of her than he anticipates. "Lets just hope you can handle it."

Flashpoint's also too busy trying to strike a sexy pose --which is a real challenge with an armload of plushies in hand, when she almost misses the second armload. But hey, she's got great reflexes, so she makes a grab for them and clutches all but one to her chest. "I look tired to you? Please. The night is young!" She's not, but this whole scenario is making her feel it again.

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