everyone * i know is pretty mobile. is your mobility poor? maybe you need a check-up.

you could just ... y'know? run?

this is sunstorm. we just met. ( * 😊 )

( over here honey!!! * 🥰 )

( confused but supportive nodding. ) o-oh! okay! ...you're still very warm, would you like to see a medic? ( lowering her servos, concerned expression. )

( her optics widen for a moment, free servo darting out to press the back of her palm to his chevron. ) * solus, you're burning up! don't you feel ill??

oh, dear, i don't believe that we've met. ( reaching out for a handshake; polite! ) i'm nautica. ( the heavy warmth he exudes doesn't go unnoticed, her brow ridge quirking with curiosity. or maybe worry. )

( ahem. prodding her wrench. stop beeping, there's no way radiation levels are * 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 high. brainstorm needs to fix that. ) thank you! that's very sweet.

oh. hello. ( * 🙂 )

( she WILL get roped into cult talk. someone put her on a leash. staring. )

( nautica don't stare at the screaming mech. )

( clinging to skids like getaway being present would take her conjunx away again. )

( hopefully getaway hears her sobs as he leaves. * 💔 )

( nautica stares at getaway as he leaves, taking & squeezing skid's servo. ) apology not accepted.

( a flash of anger in her optics is overtaken by a tremble in her lip. she scoffs at him, but doesn't leave. she almost looks expectant. SAY SOMETHING !!!! )

( SHE SURE AS HELL SHOULD BE. but instead of looking mad, the mechanic looks. really damn sad. ) ... 𝑜ℎ. hi.

( getaway runs right into nautica! is this luck or horrible timing, who's to say. )

( BIG OL' SIGH. ) c'mon, skids. i'm gonna need another set of servos. ( * 💧 )

but ... i'm the 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 quantum mechanic you know.

d—aha. i think maybe you're not grasping what could be lost if i 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡—

𝑒ℎℎℎ. i could ... 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 manufacture the results you're looking for, but the risk greatly out-weighs the reward here, captain.

( soon enough skids will learn enough from her to be a quantum mechanic himself!!! having 𝑡𝑤𝑜 aboard would be nice. )

( yap yap yap yap yap yap— )

OOC. try over here next hyperdrive, you can have two big men mad at you

i dunno. i'm having fun watching.

oh wow.

then let me just say. you make him really happy. and i see how happy he can make you, too. go get 'em, tiger. i think there's a surprise waiting for the both of you. ( totally didn't plot this out with velocity or anything... )

( with a patient smile, she leads away the second in command to ... nothing special. it's just. a somewhat hidden corner of one of the many hallways in the vast ship that is the lost light. ) this is ...

ten minutes, my friend.

( she hums thoughtfully & nods, her lips pursing in thought. ) i understand that you want to be alone, but ... i think rung might scold me if i do. ( nautica offers a servo down to the larger mecha, )

about the captain? ( peering over at the mech in stasis. ) he looks okay, all things considered. what's got you upset? ( she's crouching before them now, helm tilted. )

well, don't you look miserable. ( when did she get here? )

Credit your art

hi, honey. ( vwoop! all smiles over here. practically radiating pink flowers. that's her vibe. )

( little submarine vwoops for aeroblight to follow. )

ping ping pinnggg. ( submarine hears you! )

( tongue stuck out from the corner of her mouth. tinkering away at the useless box. )

( she's a crazy genius, but this little machine doesn't look like it will do anything. )

( what's she tinkering with now? who knows! )

ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ sᴏ, ɪ ʀᴜɴ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʟʟ ɪғ ɪ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴇssᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴇssɪɴɢs ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪsɪɴɢ sᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɴ ♡︎&↻

( whistle whistle * 🎵 )

( damn right it's three. )

OOC. ROADRAGE CHEEEERSSS

⠀ '' 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 -- 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 .ᐟ ⠀

poor thing. ( * 😞 ) ( lots of petting for you, aeroblight. ) it's alright. does your helm hurt?

what's got you riled up, little one? ( letting aero rest her head on her lap!!! pets for you. )