galaxyshuttle

[galaxyshuttle]

It was kind of cute to watch this little thing gnawing up and down his forearm, the faint clack of denta meeting armour, but so far it seems to be doing the job.

"Have your urges to bite people waned, yet?"

Ah!! A volunteer!!

She wasn't sure who this was, nor did she particularly seem to care as she rears her helm back, and proceeds to....

Chomp!!!! (Why did that hurt her dentae a little?? Owwwww.)

[galaxyshuttle]

Just extending his arm with a sigh.

Honestly, if predacons are running around with the hankering to chomp something, he'd rather it be shuttle grade armour meant for entering orbit or ploughing through asteroid belts, than someone significantly more delicate.

Hopefully she doesn't mind the taste of charred ozone.

"BITING?? WHO WANTS TO BITE??? I WANT TO BITE!!! DOES SOMEONE WANT TO BE BITTEN BY ME?? As some on-line human memes say: 'STICK YOUR FINGERS INTO MY ENCLOSURE I PROMISE I WILL NOT BITE YOU!!!'"

Oh, but she will. She WILL bite you. In fact, her tail is wagging very eagerly at the prospect of biting.

[galaxyshuttle]

Of course he knelt, he was conversing with a Prime, and a polite bow didn’t seem to convey reverence when the person was optic height to his knee.

Well, at least he had a designation.

“Pleasure to meet you, Zeta Prime. Hopefully the little grey faces weren’t too annoying?” Sure, he’s a mech of many trades, rarely this one, but if the little anons are going to whisper his name from the rooftops, he’d at least like the heads up of new clients.

“I am actually a shuttle, so I have seen many a planet or star” Frag, that sounded so dismissive of Zeta clearly trying to make this feel less ... Rushed. ".... Was there a certain star system or planet you liked?"

Ah-- he actually knelt! Some part of Zeta couldn't help but feel giddy, though not from any sort of possible charge. In fact, it was just nice to be on the receiving end of things! Unable to help but smile under his helm, the Prime moved onto the tips of his pedes, optics sparkling a little now. He held a servo out to the other... well, he might only be able to handle a digit to be able to 'shake' his hand. Humans often did that, from what he knew.

" Indeed, I am quite small-- hahah! Oh, Primus, thou'rt ginormous! T'is wondrous-- I am Zeta Prime-- the Thirteenth Prime. "

He wouldn't need to do something so intimate instantly. In fact-- it was quite nice, the thought of getting to know the mech first!

" Is there anything thou wouldst like to do? Perhaps a planet thou wouldst like to visit, or stars to see? I would like to do something for thee. "

[galaxyshuttle]

Primus, he’s going to break this mechs neck with how their helm cranes back to look up at him. But, at least they aren’t purring flirtations or trying to scale him.

Conversation is quite nice, for once.

“Very much so”

A surprisingly quiet creak of pistons and armour as Deepspace moves to a knee, to stop Zeta popping a strut out and to stop him having to raise his voice and, he can’t see he’s ever had a Prime interested in him.

“You are on the taller side of those I’ve encountered, but, still… You are smaller than me”

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Just a quiet sigh and servo raised. Seems him dodging the little anon magic for the dash wide heat cycle, has had them taking to other means

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Well, despite Zeta's own intense charge, he wasn't going to go asking anybody to instantly go do such a thing with him if they didn't want to! Peering up to--... oh, Primus. To the other Mech... he managed to at least be polite.

... He barely reached the other's knee. If this fellow REALLY wanted to do something with him-- how... oh... is this how most others felt with Zeta?

Leaning on his staff slightly, the Prime spoke rather softly to Deepspace,

" Despite the day, and... well. My own... situations, dearest friend-- do not force thyself. Wouldst thou prefer to go more... slow? " He wanted to respect Deepspace at least.

[galaxyshuttle]

Well, he isn’t going to stop Blaze if he wants to try it.

Allow him.

To pick you up.

But there is a 10% chance it will turn into a wrestling match.

[galaxyshuttle]

Scrap.

This little thing had been sprawled on the ground for sunbathing, but meticulously scanning his surroundings hadn't indicated a burrow they were using, an overhang of discarded trash for shelter, or a rock they slipped under anywhere within what he assumed was reasonable slithering range for a creature. Even bitey little serpents had predators, surely, they'd need nearby cover from.

I guess he could technically poach this one, find someone who knew more about the species let alone fauna, and find somewhere to rehome it? Or find a conservation effort who had expertise if returning him to the wild was not an option? Who even knew if this little fella was even of Cybertronian origin, or one of those lobotomized beastformers who'd been rendered nothing more than their alt mode for the exotic pet market?

Glancing down at the little nuzzle, and Deepspace was gently resting his thumb on the little head to stroke in thought. Well, guess you are coming on a road trip, lil guy. He'd rather get you somewhere safe, than dump you in the boonies like the last owner.

He's pretty sure he's got the means to make a temporary terrarium for you. Plenty of sand, big empty storage tanks, heat lamps, brickerbrack for climbing or hiding under, and he can put an energon cub in the sand for sippy.

Flick of a glossa. Frame tugged closer to itself to curl up into a half a bundle in the Mech's warm servo. Tanks full of energon, a happy cybersnake. No reason to hiss and bite no longer, unless it was for the fun of it. Absolutely spoiled and the Mech forgiven for picking him up from his earlier sunspot recharging.

Golden optics remained open, and present. He stared, observed, what the Mech was trying to do next. As much as he wanted to rest after that delicious meal, he didn't want to end up online, who knows where the Mech decided to drop him at.

His jaws parted a little, the temptation to speak tickled his glossa, but no, too comfortable to ruin the moment. Instead he curled up further, into a lovely little ball and nudged and rubbed his snout at the Mech's servos. Comfy and warm.

[galaxyshuttle]

M!A: Muse of your choice has started a week-long heat cycle! If already afflicted with a heat cycle, muse will ALSO orgasm every time someone says their name during the heat cycle.

With resigned sigh, Deepspace is just going to go take up residence on a frozen moon for the next 7 days.

He thought he'd done so well staying off omnipotent being radars.

[galaxyshuttle]

He's closer to a slug with how bloated he is with energon from tanks at their absolute peak capacity, and they still have the audacity to give his digit a little nibble as if testing for a weakness in the shuttle grade alloy. You are full! You couldn't eat him even if you weren't!

You get a thumb curling to lightly bonk and coax his head away from the digit as if worried he'd try a second attempt at consuming the titan holding him. Then again, its like that old phrase; How do you eat an electophant? One bite at a time.

Guess this thing took that phrase to heart.

"Right, now that you aren't so hangry-" Deepspace murmured, looking over the terrain for what he assumed was a critter friendly home. Did they live in abandoned burrows? Did they hide in the sand? Did they hunker under logs? Did they reside in branches? Hm. Animals were not his forte....

Manners were a far concept to the Snake as he continued to slurp up the energon like a greedy metal noodle. A little bit more, and then he'd stop. Before such a thought fully processed, the cube vanished from his little snout. His forked glossa stuck out between his derma. Golden optics followed the cube's trip, until the rest of the energon was gone.

Empty, all gone, like the Mech said. Darkfang's tanks in near max capacity, from how much he consumed, but still, a glimmer of disappointment flashed upon his face. Energon stained the tip of his helm, and all over his derma. A few drops dribbled down from his intake. A messy drinker, due to not being as familiar in consuming energon upon in his altmode.

His glossa flicked at the Mech, with a silent non hostile hiss. His frame slowly began to wiggle and coil up upon the Mech's warm servo. His frame language calmer than before, and he gave a small nibble and a lick of his glossa at one of the Mech's digits. He enjoyed being spoiled in this manner, and happily took as much as possible until the Mech realizes that he was no mere wild cybersnake.

[galaxyshuttle]

'Hard to miss; Rodimus Prime'

What a wonderful description in a space port. He's probably seen a poster or broadcast in his quantum leap sleeps, but that doesn't tell him frame type, size, colou- No, wait. He knew that name. Fire themed racer, right?

Because someone fits the description of 'spicy' from the excited rocking on their pedes, and vigorous scanning of the passing crowds moving among the stalls. Likely, they were probably looking for someone on par to them in size, a captain, crew, loading staff. You know, someone with a ship.

Probably isn't expecting the actual ship to lean down and tap him as the shuttle came in from the landing pads behind him.

"Meteor surfer?" Deepspace rumbled, pretty sure he had his client.

Oh, he was excited.

It felt like it had been forever since he got to go meteor surfing and Primus had it been itching at him. He was practically bounding on the tips of his pedes as he waited for the mech he hired for the task.

His optics scanned around as he waited at the designated meeting spot, hoping that the short description of himself had been sufficient for the other to recognize.

He kept a hand over the subspace compartment that he had the payment stored away in, not wanting any little pickpockets ruining things.

[galaxyshuttle]

"Excuse you, manners" Deepspace mutters at the pathetic little hiss of intimidation as the little creature goes right back to inhaling energon like a fat little straw.

A cigar of sass, even.

Just going to keep slowly lowering the cube of fuel and raising his snake filled servos till they either get their silly little noggin above the energon, or take a breath again. He didn't want it to frantically refuel, and then purge after such a sharp influx of full tanks.

"You aren't getting more if you spit all of that back up" The shuttle warns, deciding given a quarter of the cube was gone and this sustained him, that was enough for Mech Spaghetti. Sorry, Darkfang, but Deepspace's turn to just tip the cube up and finish the rest to stow the empty cube away.

"All done. All gone"

Thirsty like he hadn't had energon in ages. Like a starved cybersnake, he swallowed gulp after gulp. Helm partially submerged within the energon. Delicious free fuel. Can't resist. Must have it all. The Mech's comments, not a bother. Yes, he was small compared to him. Completely harmless little thing. He wondered, how'd harmless he'd found him if he found a hole to crawl into. That is, if he didn't get squished by his insides if he crawled under a plate.

The cube tilted, the movement caused Darkfang to lift his helm enough to hiss with open jaws. Jaws that soon closed, continuing to hiss, while energon bubbled to the surface. Hissing under liquid, smart, and oh, now, he's hiding further into the cube. How much was even left? Oh, well, his whole helm was there now. As if rebelling against the Mech's words. Make it worse. Perfect.

He'd shove his whole self in there if he could, but he held back the urge. Sip, sip, handful of liquid into his intake. His frame rattled, scale plates readjusting in a wave as they smoothed along his long frame. He felt less tense, more, loose, more full. His optics, shifted upwards, staring at the Mech. Glossa poked out from his mouth, licked at the energon as he gradually lifted up his helm to have most of his snout out of the energon. Tanks, nearly to full capacity, any more, and he'd probably burst it.

[galaxyshuttle]

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[galaxyshuttle]

Well, he suddenly has three noodley children from a ... Far from normal 'fling'.

Guess we are making a terrarium for them; One third, flat basking rocks enjoy overhead head lamps on. One third, fine sand for burrowing into or sunning themselves. One third, a great tangle of gnarled branches, lush vegetation, high humidity, and a little flowing pond.

His noodles will live wonderful lives.

[galaxyshuttle]

How the scrap is he gonna--? He's climbing the shuttle, using one servo and his pedes and tail. There, servo length. His occupied servo, carrying a small bag, was soon emptied upon Deepspace's servo. A bundle of small cybersnakes, three in total. Have fun, cause quickly as it was done, Darkfang hopped off and ran away without explanation.

Wait...

Is he now Sire to some noodles?!

[galaxyshuttle]

"Oh, I know. I know. So spooky" Deepspace murmured at the little gurgle of a hiss within his palms, keeping his movements slow for the little 'creature'. But, either they were just quite curious from how the helm seemed to turn to follow the minute movements of the energon cube, or this little thing knew exactly what energon looked and or smelt like.

But oh, my, Primus.

"Thirsty little noodle, aren't you"

First the little blep against the surface of the energon, glossa retreating to process the 'Oh, energon!' realisation, and the little thing was practically submerging their helm to gulp fuel. How long had they been out here!? Were they some exotic their owner couldn't keep up with and had dumped? Was he a stowaway, far from home? Had it woken from stasis into a drastically different world that it remembered? Poor little thing.

"Alright Greedy Guts, breathe" Deepspace chuckles, carefully lowering the cube one way and tilting his palms backwards to ensure this thing didn't suck energon down the wrong tube. He wouldn't even know how to pat out fuel down the wrong pipe with something that lacked shoulders.

Retreating servo, helm followed it, observed for any signs of danger. A small rumbling hiss came out, only to quieten when the energon cube came into sight. Oh, not a trap. Optics followed the energon like a magnet, like one was tangling a delicious treat before him. His frame quite pleased by the thought of shoving his snout in there.

But he needed to pretend, to not be so eager, so excited. He slithered towards the open cube, forked glossa flicked at air. Sensors active, and when his glossa finally hit the surface of the energon. A tingle ran up it, and back into his jaws it went. Mm, delicious, energon.

Few more flicks of his glossa. The tip dived into the energon, lapped at it like a hungry little snake. To be fed? To be spoiled? Unable to resist, to stay, to act, like no more than a cybersnake. His snout gradually sank further, until the tip pressed into the energon. His metal plates of his face shifted, to adjust for the ability to pull the liquid into his intake with each hungry gulp.

His golden optics dimmed, from joy, frame relaxed to drink his fill. His frame needed it and any free energon, was like a snack. Did he feel bad fooling the Mech? No, not really. He was a survivor, and sometimes you had to be dirty to enjoy the good parts of life.

[galaxyshuttle]

"....." As far as posts for the job datanet go, this certainly was up there in weird. Some mech wanted to be taken out to the nearest planet, have the ship in question remain in the gravitational pull of coming into orbit for the burning up on entry effect, and take a space walk outside the ship.

"...................." It wasn't impossible. He could absolutely do that. But this fragger is going to die silent in the vacuum of space where screams are inaudible, so we are going to get all our shanix up front.

Against his better judgement, Deepspace is sighing and accepting the listing. They better not be a weirdo.

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[galaxyshuttle]

Guess from the slow way the little creature wiggled and shuffled itself to get as much surface area as it could across his palms and inner bend of digits, the heating of his armour had been the right call. Sure, the little pokes of his snout and tail still look like it is sussing him out for a point of weakness but they've stopped hissing and biting at him, content to just puddle and be very gentle pet.

"..." Petting hand slowly pulling away to delve into his subspace, and he was drawing out an energon cube slowly so as not to startle it with anything sudden. Seal found with his denta to pull backwards and blow to the floor to collect when he had a free hand, and Deepspace was resting the edge of the cube against his servo, in range of that adorable little glossa to flick out and sense.

Did they want energon? Surely a threat wouldn't present them food.

The temperature beneath his golden belly scales felt as if it warmed up further. A pleasant tingle, Darkfang wondered if it came on purpose or he had missed it before in his haste to bite him. His scale plates wiggled in a small wave to push his elongated frame further.

His snout pushed at the warm servos, nudged in a manner of digging through dirt. Which only gave the appearance of him bonking his snout at a wall, while the rest of his frame wiggled and curled. An action that gradually slowed to a stop when he felt a digit press along his back scales. The dark plates smoothed down with each stroke, followed it like a wave throughout his whole frame. Ah, this was the life. Relax, no care for the rest of the world. Warm and comfortable, his lack of sunspot nearly forgotten.

As secure as the surface was, the tip of his tail shifted and coiled against the Mech's servos. With the size difference, a hold hard to get, so it ended up looking like his tail's tip was pressed tight against the mech's plating. The sharp tip of it gave a few taps against it too, no chance to penetrate the surface, a shame. He quickly gave up with a small flick of his golden tongue at the Mech.