Frontiers and Pioneers (sci-fi, NSFW(violence,possible teases), robots)

@Rammesh & Jade  
>o>  
cronch  
“Well…I guess that answers that. I guess he might be amphibious…? But he’s a lizard…in the shape of a canid. Hahaha, I’m gonna show this guy to the biologists so they can try to group him with a species. I’m gonna make them question all their hard work- again. >:D”  
that’s the evilest thing I can imagine ;o;

@EclecticInspiration  
“Meeeeeeeeeeeeh, they usually just taxify them under ‘extraterroa’, like ‘metazoa’ is for us, but with the host planet’s namesake added in somewhere… I wonder if he’d get along with Ms. Miyura’s lion-pet-thing.”

@Coriolanus  
“Egh, that’s lame. At least, compared to seeing folks pull their hair out over classing Jeffrey somewhere. Hmm…maybe we’ll find out sometime. With both in adequate control, of course. I’m not fighting Leo, and I’d rather Leo not fight Jeff. Speaking of Amy, I think she’s supposed to look over new recruits…? Had some weirdos wanting to come along.”

@EclecticInspiration  
“Considering the ancient alien ruins, panspermia’s not too farfetched, though…” ^%>->%
 
“Ten kroner says Jeff is a very, very, very distant familial relation, to, well… Everyone.”

@Coriolanus  
“Huh. Weird. Well, ehm…we should probably head in…get settled or somethin’ or other.”

@EclecticInspiration  
“Yeh, ehm… Let’s.”
 
As he says, ushering the last few crate-bots around him with a hand forth to embark, then walks up unto the ship himself alongside Riggs. At the top, the shark looks back at the hangar & outside sky as the ramp raises, right until it seals closed.

Rank: Specialist  
Name: Benko, Rhett  
Description: just a ratt  
(Uniform concept )  
Notes: Outstanding when he choses to be, but very reliable. Alarmingly, has terrorist family; see: Skittertail, Queek. Consider security clearance if trustworthy?  
Optional quote: “Too easy.”
 
Rank: Prolly some sort of NCO  
Name: uhhhh Aurora  
Description: Sharp danger noodle, p/much covered in spiky scales  
Notes: Synth with several mods intent on keeping organics safe.
 
 
(yeh there might be more later. these aren’t so much main characters as they are just supplements to whatever the fug I got goin’ on. sort of like background characters, but with enough interest in them to give them sheets, as they’ll be reoccurring)

@Coriolanus  
She’ll stretch a bit once that’s done. “Well…time to do settle-in, don’t you think? It’s a little strange being in civilian clothes in here…”

@EclecticInspiration  
“I just felt a bit attached to this place is all… But Olive, really, it’s not like I usually wear a white coat or similar myself.” ^%<-<%
 
As he says, the exoskeleton undersuit he’d still been wearing the whole time shapeshifts into his usual Lebowski/spacer-getup, with a labcoat seemingly placed over the whole ensemble to at least give a semblance of role identification.
 
“…Saves space, just add electricity. Let’s go find your quarters so you can change, though.” He then half-leads, half-follows along to the ship’s police-station doubled as a small-arms arsenal, and neighboring next to it, her own quarters.

@Coriolanus  
He’s welcomed in. It’s really not interesting in there to be honest but regardless, what little she brought is moved into where she’s supposed to sleep, though given her past, it’s not unlikely the bed in here had been unused or would remain unused.  
oh shizzle- and just like that, she walks out in something a bit less casual- something that doesn’t declare “I’m going to the beach” anyway. Just a simple collared shirt & some pants, prolly some other shiz if that’s common aboard the Eriksson. Jeff is taken off of collar in this room; evidently doggo trusts he won’t chew the place to shreds…or shark to shreds, for that matter.  
“Better. Did you have anything in mind to do then?” Tail swish swoosh

@EclecticInspiration  
“After ‘handshaking’ with the ship, all my business is done in here,” As he says, he taps the side of his head, while sitting awkwardly for his size and stature on the bedside. “like a mobile office, with the lab deck working as if I were there remotely, though I could set it to fulfil a list of jobs automatically, if you’re not busy…” ^%.p.%

@Coriolanus  
“I’m really not. I got some robolds to handle my desk work. Maybe not the best idea, but I can fix that later…”

@EclecticInspiration  
“………wanna go cuddle on the observation deck,”
 
“or mabbeh just pull up a widescreen simulating a window to outside the hull, n’ do so here?” ^%’<~<%

@Coriolanus  
Doggo tail go swish swoosh swoosh  
She doin’ a warm doggo smile  
“I’m fine with either. We’re already here, but you might prefer the observation deck if you don’t want Jeff ‘helping’.” Big smirk. Maybe lizzo doggo is cuddly…? >__>

@EclecticInspiration  
%“Hmmmm…” ^>:/ >:^%
 
“…I got an idea.”
 
As he says, he takes the bedsheets & blanket, sprawling them across the floor, just as a blank screen expands to the side.
 
“…Can he lay along here on the blanket, then let us recline on him?”

@Coriolanus  
“Oh absolutely. Jeff-” she says his name sharply, and with authority, although Ramesh may know her voice enough to spot a caring tone, “come ‘ere. Lay,” she’ll say, again all with authority while directing the lizzo doggo.

@NyantaStarhunt  

@EclecticInspiration  
Sitting down right next to the beast, the shark notices that despite the differences in physiology, he’s likely nearly the same weight and size as the alien-doge. He then pokes Jeff’s side, lookin’ to see the reaction. ^%<-<%

@Coriolanus  
He sniffs at Ramesh with interest- first with some growls, but after Riggs shoots him a look, he is quieter, more docile over all. “He’ll get used to you with time. Then he’ll start treating you like me- lots of lovin’ whether you want it or not,” she smirks, ears perked-up.

@EclecticInspiration  
Puts labcoat aside, then leeeeeeeeeeeeeaaans back unto doge’s flank, finally resting head too.
 
“…omkeh, ur turn.” ^{%• 3•%} Holding his arms forth, but then resting his right one along Jeff’s back to pet the doge’s neck.

@Coriolanus  
Yeeee  
Riggs plops down next to Ramesh, leaning back against doge before cuddling right up against shorg. She relaaaaax UwU

@EclecticInspiration  
“If yeh want, Olive, with your permission, I could put together the means to let you do deskwork right here.” ^>->
 
“…Or just check up on those robolds later, up to yous.”
 
As he says, his body and Jeff’s head & neck sandwich Riggs between them, herself now snugged between her two bois. ^%.w.%

@Coriolanus  
“But I’m cuddlin’ my shark right here- ooh, snuggy…” She cuddles the two, her tail felt wagging with joy. “Hmmmmmthey can wait,” she says softly.
 
%^{(d-does shorg hav room for one moar? Looks comfe .__.)}%

@EclecticInspiration  
%(yis :P)%
 
Tapping the digits of his fingers, the screen before them changes to several points of realtime view of the outside, going from nearby locations around the Eriksson’s hull of the surrounding hangar, to more distant ones very likely nowhere nearby, to at one point flipping to a closeup of the colonized planet’s parent-orbited star, likely qubit-streamed from some melon-sized drone hundreds of millions of miles away out in space.
 
“Anything u’d like in particular?” Letting Riggs rest her head cradled between his shoulder & Jeff, after the two hyeuj bois let up a bit with the heavy squooshin’.

@Coriolanus  
(shnuggs)
 
“I think they’re all really pretty…besides, I’m here for you two.”
 
(This isn’t indecision- these all seem real pretty)