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As the competition formally begins, Veoc eventually squeezes out a space for himself in the crowd, who also makes way enough so he has room to maneuver. He also looks up to find his competitor, zeroing in on a woman who seems like a likely candidate amongst the cheering masses. It's a little hard to catch her face under the lights, but her body language seems calm.

Eventually the blaring from the challenger's ring pulls his attention back, just enough to see their cube-like foe start running around Liftoff like some overexcited puppy which the larger robot stood rooted in place.

It hasn't moved to attack.

〘 I BELIEVE IT IS SIMPLY CALCULATING OUR SPEED, CAPTAIN. 〙

I see. They were at a clear disadvantage then, Liftoff being too unwieldy to even catch the other if it had the required speed.

Then let's surprise it.

〘 ANALYZING MOVEMENT PATTERNS... 〙Inside Veoc's left eye, diagrams popped up in real time around Crimson Terror as the A.I. studied its pattern and range of movements.

〘 ANALYSIS COMPLETE. PREPARE TO INITIATE MODE: BACKUP IN 3...2...1... 〙

As soon as the countdown finished, Crimson Terror appears in front of Liftoff who raises its forklift in warning. But the smaller robot is zipping away the next minute, leaving its foe threatening air...until the back of the machine suddenly shifts, moving the forklift to the other side. The announcers spring into narration at the new turn of events.

"And it looks like there's still surprises in store for the final round folks! How'd Liftoff manage that trick?"

"I'd say Veoc and Syren are feeling the heat, revealing the ace in their sleeve so early in the fight—unless they're aiming to end this faster?"

The forklift reaches the other side with a click, its blades sliding down to ground level a second afterwards. At the same time, Crimson Terror skids into position, and Liftoff lurches forward, intending to surprise the machine by scooping it up before it can escape again.

VEOC AND SYREN EVERYONE! THROWING EVERYONE OVERBOARD WITH A TIGHT GRASP ON KEEPING THEIR OWN BALANCE.

- yeah I'll tell you, Natasha, I haven't seen competition this tight since the beginning of the month and JJ's trail of destruction.

The little "Crimson Terror" zipped quickly into its spot in the ring and through the nooks of the cage, Ada lifted her eyes from the ring to try and find her competitor among the gathering around the slightly lower than floor platform. There wasn't a good view across the way for her- the colors all just off enough with the overhead light to make the crowd turn into a blob of motion.

She smiled anyways, brushing the satin of her deep v-neck blouse with an arm bent to her chest in a formal fencer's bow. If she was being oogled (likely), she took no notice in favor of locking her sight on her opponent in the ring. The remote she'd been using- oh if only it were replaced with her prototype from the research center!

She couldn't focus on it now. No, the tiny, and blocky Crimson Terror wiggled in place in response like a barely restrained mongoose about to dance around a cobra. Just through brief analysis, the weak points would certainly be the moving forklift. The rest of it was an absolute tank and built to sustain damage.

She had a few ideas, and all of them were predictably suicidal for her machine.

"Let's try plan A."

There was a loud blare, the first of three buzzes before the "go" alarm, and the little overclocked machine kicked up smoke from the friction burn of its wheels.

Two, One.

A blaring horn and a flash of light- green perhaps- and the little bot drove directly for the massive machine, skating around the lift and drifting in a circle to test the reaction speed. It burned the mat as it did, the smell of it beginning to waft through the cage bars.

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Veoc's brows wrinkle sympathetically before he nods. "I understand, I'll be quick."

Syren times his quick change skills at a record-breaking 47 seconds (not counting the run to the staff run) before the major general emerges again, this time in a more formal getup as he hurries back while pulling on his suit jacket.

"Is he still unconscious?" he asks while bending down to lift the man.

"Nothing happened in the meantime, I hope. Ah, thank you—" his eyes flit to the label on the other's chest, "—Soma. You're very reliable."

"Seriously? We just opened the club." Soma looked incredibly irate at the drunken man. Did this guy have to do this right when Soma was getting off his break? He'd ask why his coworker couldn't do it and then change, but something told him it'd end up more of a hassle.

"I can watch him, but make it fast. I need to get back to the host stand." he really didn't want to, but what else could he do? He couldn't just leave a drunk guy passed out on the ground. "Vanth or whoever will get on me if there isn't someone up front."

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Veoc leans over to look, and ends up resting his cheek against the top of Eiden's head as he finishes pouring the drink. The blue hues of the tea almost matches his eyes, a sight that surprises him.

"It's very pretty," he concurs—and after breathing in the scent of his boyfriend's shampoo, turns to kiss him on his hair before ruffling through the locks.

"Like a sea of flowers," he adds softly, though his attention is more on brown hair than blue tea.

Actually, the blue also reminds him of—no, no, he shouldn't be thinking about that at a time like this. Veoc clears his throat loudly and tries again, hands closing over the handle of one cup to bring it close.

"Let's taste it?"

" Too bad hehe."

He's enjoying Veoc's reactions as per usual. Plus it's nice to look at him eat too. He still wants a bite though so he gently lifts the other's arm to chomp the rest of the tart in.

" Right! ♪ "

" We've got the tea yeah? "

He's already grabbed cups and all - transparent mugs, with a handle and some abstract patterning - and pours it in from the thermo. It's blue, bright with some petals in there.

" I'm more of coffee person myself but this seemed better for the occasion this time so... I wanted to show you-- isn't it pretty?"

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The angel leaves, and Eiden ascends...straight into the command room, where Veoc lifts him up below the arms and spins him in a circle.

"Ah," he says.

A digital fanfare plays before holographic confetti starts to fall around them like rainbows.

〔 TARGET CAPTURE SUCCESSFUL, 〕 Cyren announces. 〔 CONGRATULATIONS, COMMANDER. 〕

Veoc eyes sparkle gently as he raises Eiden up for a better look. "He seems healthy..."

〔 PRELIMINARY SCANS INDICATE HEALTH OF SUBJECT IS WITHIN NORMAL PARAMETERS. HOWEVER, SUBJECT WOULD BENEFIT FROM INCREASED EXERCISE. 〕

"All right, we'll put him on the treadmill first," the space pirate nods before extending his right arm. A flood of silver-colored cubes amass towards his hand until it forms into a metallic claw, which shifts to dangle Eiden by his collar as the commander moves through the ship...

''I'm glad the young master has high expectations for me," Aurelius smiles brightly in the wake of Eiden's criticisms, before turning serious again. "You could relax those same standards for yourself. I've heard that too much stress ages mortals before their time."

"It's not like you're getting any younger."

All that aside, the object in the sky wasn't his. If he had to take Eiden anywhere, flying with him was just as fast and far more intimate.

"No, but it's blocking the view," the angel says crossly. "Let's go somewhere—" his sentence stops mid-way as a beam of tiny patterned lights shine on Eiden to scan him from head to toe. Before Aurelius can make heads or toes of it, the body in his arms disappears, along with the shining spaceship a second later. Looking up at the now sunny sky, the angel can only blink in confusion.

Then he's forced to evade sideways in a hurry as a laser beam blasts the place where he was standing moments before.

"...what."

It seems as if Eiden had been subject to yet another unfortunate companion, one that preferred to rely on the whims of science, rather than religion.

...oh well. He'll pop up again eventually.

There was no concern for the human's safety when most dangers in the city were rarely permanent. In the meantime, the fallen angel takes to the air and decides to bother his murderous roommate first.

By now, Klaus should be home from work...

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Syren had wanted 365-degree lasers (something about absolute offense equating absolute defense), but Veoc had firmly refused, citing size limitations and overweight concerns. At any rate, if the purpose of this battle was to knock opponents out of the ring, actual physical contact was more important than a fancy lightshow.

In the end, major general and A.I. agreed on a few common elements for their creation: a protective, body rectangular casing all around the robot to hide and shield its wheels (which had seamless turning), low center of gravity to give it weight on the ground, and a pair of sharp, dagger like protrusions that acted as a fork lift sticking out from the front of its body.

It was very basic, but did its job in holding ground and upsetting the elevation of its opponents.

By the time they've reached the final rounds, both A.I. and Veoc have exchanged a dizzying amount of data between themselves at an impressive rate. Veoc isn't here to win as much as he wants to take his designs to the furtherest possible point; to that end he was invested in maximizing his strategy and design to work against his opponents.

A ramp... The major general's brows knit in interest as Ada's robot circles the crown in triumph. That's going to be a little tricky to manage, especially with its size... He's not sure if his design can turn fast enough to catch the thing if it scurried off. On the other hand, they'd gotten as close to the 3-feet size restrictions as they could to minimize instability.

"AND NOW FOR OUR CHALLENGER! HERE'S VEOC AND SYREN WITH LIFTOFF, WHO'S BEEN RAISING THE ROOF OF ROBOT WARS TO NEW HEIGHTS SINCE MATCH ONE!"

More cheers and applause, this time as Veoc and Syren watch their baby enter the ring.

Looking at the tiny robot across from it, Liftoff raises its forklift in both a greeting and a silent challenge.

She'd misunderstood the actual prompt. Normally events of this caliber hosting about "robot battles" involve turning cars themselves into death machines, something she was interested in for the possibility of getting her hands on an actual car somehow. It wasn't to be. The sweaty interior of a Fibonacci Ward celebration was ripe with the competition of a tiny robot battle.

Tiny robots, not cars. She should've known better from the word of mouth description of the event. It would've saved her some dust.

But the designs! Oh the designs!

They were by all levels of physics, absolutely idiotic. The majority that entered the last few dead pool rounds of combat were dressed for intimidation, not function, and it kept her in her place watching the robots clash from behind the safety of a well insulated heavy cage in the center. Builds were taking place in the far side of the room, people eager to test their metal.

It was then that she knew she had to not only join, but win crushingly. Why? Why not? If she could do it better, why not do it?

And so, she stepped up to the plate and entered her name. The rules were explained- no materials from home whatsoever, and of course- that was fine. The materials provided were small portions of professional tools and materials.

And the most important part: loose batteries.

The evil she could do with a watch battery was incomprehensible. C-Virus generated more energy by itself, a tiny particle of a thing, then all the batteries in the warehouse combined.

She had been working for an hour before she realized it, using her own pen knife to make cuts on her fingers and apply small, potent portions of her own blood to her contraption as much as anything else they had on them. With small, fast moving wheels, and an inclined plane of a shape, her little horror was complete in short time.

It was tiny. Shaped like a box and built to stay together, it was simply a small drivable ramp that slid under any opponent, and flipped them with sheer momentum.

She showed it to a judge when she was ready, who propped Ada Wong onto the competitive bracket for the next hour.

Despite every single build dwarfing hers- yes, to true David and Goliath proportions, the little thing moved like a rocket. With more and more attention drawn to the cage, her little monster flipped competitor after competitor out of the way.

She'd put a bright red chassis on it. A small joke.

"ADA WONG IS ON A WAR PATH- CAN ANYONE STOP HER CRIMSON TERROR?"

She smiled from behind the cage, among the crowd, and turned her little monster in a furiously fast circle around the ring. There was nothing wrong with a little showboating, and the crowd went wild.

She'd fought to the end of the bracket. If she won there was a substantial dust prize. That was good enough motivation to win, now that she'd spent her time and energy on it.

And maybe this was a little fun. Maybe.

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Veoc chuckles, but only presses his digits briefly against the inside of Eiden's mouth before pulling them out.

"You can't eat me in public," he chides softly while reaching for a napkin to clean up any crumbs. "There's plenty of delicious things to try in the meantime."

Since there's still a chunk of the fruit tart left, he steals a bite himself over where Eiden left his mark and nods in agreement to the flavor.

"Delicious..but now you should drink something. The crust is a little dry, so it might get stuck in your throat if you life down."

" Hehe. Sure thing~~ "

Eiden happily opens his mouth, inviting the sweets to his tongue. This time around the tart surprises him with a nice zing along the pleasant sweetness that fills his mouth. His eyes flick open, large and shiny.

" Whoaaaa~~ that's so tasty.... Almost as tasty as your fingers-- "

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Veoc pauses in his movements to kiss Eiden again, this time right on the tip of his cock. As far as places go, it was a little daring even for him, but he felt like he had to apologize in advance for putting it through its paces later.

"May I?" he asks as he repositions himself to line up with Eiden's stretched opening. His other hand goes for the bottle of lube in the meantime, slicking up the body of his shaft in front of his boyfriend's eyes. "Our preparations were very thorough. The lube will warm up with the skin soon, so when it goes in—" His tip nudges at the rim of the hole, like someone politely knocking to ask for access. "—it shouldn't be too much of a shock. Unless you prefer it that way."

From all his studies on sex, Veoc had gathered that intercourse was more like a dance between both parties. Some liked it gentle, while others preferred a wilder pace. He himself had yet to discover which one he liked more—but he's sure that he wants to defer to Eiden first, to give him the most pleasure he can feel from the experience.

"I can be whatever you want me to be," he coaxes on, "because I'm exploring as well. Every inch of you...inside and out."

There's extra lube on his fingers. Generously, Veoc shares the bounty by slathering it over Eiden's half-hard dick in firm, steady, strokes.

...he might just be doing this on purpose.

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It takes a while but as Eiden's body relaxes but nothing soothes him quite like Veoc's soft touches and words. He's still catching up on his breath, dizzy from his release and his entrance still throbs so it all feels a little distant but not in the worst way - far from it - it's all very pleasant.

" You're... the incredible... one... " he mutters back, eyes turning to watch Veoc, " ah...n... "

Quietest whine escapes him as Veoc's fingers brush by his dick. It's still half-hard as they paint his cum across his stomach, weeping even now.

The sound of zipper zaps Eiden awake a little, his eyes slowly moving to glance down to Veoc's crotch. It gives his chest an eager squeeze as he watches.

" ...are you putting it in ? "

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"I—" Veoc starts, then stops to listen to something before his face flushes deeper.

"Syren informs me that I have an elevated level of endorphins in my bloodstream. Other than that, everything's normal..."

He trails off, staring at his exposed shaft still peeking out of his undergarments with an awkward expression.

"I should...put this away..." the major general trails off before clearing his throat and tucking his length back into his pants as normally as he can manage.

"You did most of the work," he murmurs back, a free hand reaching out to stroke Eiden's cheek shyly. "That couldn't have—should we order another drink? Something sweet, to take off the f-flavor."

He coughs, tripping over the last word. Just recalling the fact that Eiden had swallowed what he produced sent an incredible wave of heat shooting through his body. It was all a natural biological process, so why...

"Although you say you'd pay me back a little, this almost feels too generous," Veoc adds quietly, "Next time, I need to return the favor to you."

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" Well we can't really take any strange stains on our clothes", Eiden laughs, " plus I wanted to anyway. "

The former hadn't clung too heavy on his mind but he's fairly sure Veoc likes his reasons rational. Rushing off to bathroom for a quick blowjob though? That might not fit the classification - and neither does the fact that his own hands are in fact fairly messy.

The red face, chest rising heavy from all that sweet, sweet exertion. He's a little out of it but you could say the same off Eiden. He laughs at that rushing hand that ends up prodding his nose.

" I'm fine, Veoc. You did good."

Gently he pries the toilet paper off Veoc's fingers and proceeds to do some wiping of his hands and Veoc - all over really. He then pats Veoc's thigh.

" What about you though? How was that? Everything okay? "

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Inside the command room, a man dressed in haphazardly in a military uniform observes a display screen while leaning forward in his seat, chin resting on his hands.

"Cyren, how quickly can we get away after claiming him?" Veoc asks conversationally.

〔 MY ESTIMATES INDICATE IN LESS THAN 3 SECONDS, COMMANDER. 〕

The man straightens up, revealing a loosely buttoned shirt that exposes the bare skin beneath. He runs a hand through his hair, looking slightly irritated.

"Too slow. Find a way to leave in half the time."

〔 ...MY CALCULATIONS RECOMMEND RUNNING INTERFERENCE AT THE SAME TIME. THIS WILL ALLOW OUR EXIT WITHIN 1.48 SECONDS. SHALL I PROCEED? 〕

Veoc nods, standing up from his seat. He grabs his jacket and tosses it over his shoulders while walking to the command room exit doors. "Do what you need."

"I'll go pick up our guest."

Outside the spaceship, Cyren's modified plan occurs frighteningly fast: one second Eiden is still in Aurelius's arms, while the next sees him scanned and teleported away by a beam of light coming from the ship. The human reappears on the floors of Cyren just in time for Veoc to catch him before he falls before the entire spaceship winks out of sight from the scene.

Incredibly enough, he thinks Eiden might even cry. As amusing (endearing?) as that sight would be to see, Aurelius did want to end their day on a positive note.

"You're making me sound worse than those gangsters," he chides mildly before reluctantly turning for the exit.

"I'd like to remind you that I'm more merciful and kindly than any of their lot."

As if to demonstrate his sincerity, the door opens of its own accord and the fallen angel steps out—only to see the afternoon light plunged into darkness by something coming between them and the sun.

Aurelius looks up.

A bright silver spaceship has all but blocked out SP*T and the surrounding buildings' rooftops.

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AU Veoc: Space Pirate

he's going to make like the one single appearance in a group thread later but this version of Veoc defected from the military to pursue his own dreams across the universe, assisted by the convenient A.I. he stole and re-programmed along the way, CYREN.

he's more lawless and ruthless, but still unusually fixated when it comes to specific goals...or people.

kthxbai

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"I didn't think he needed that kind of stimulation. Syren, do you think—"

〘 THERE IS CURRENTLY INSUFFICIENT EVIDENCE FOR YOUR HYPOTHESIS, CAPTAIN.〙

"...I see. It would also support the lack of glands in the nuchal region."

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Stepping into the staff room, Veoc is surprised by just how young his new boss looks. Still, he takes off his military cap to give the other a polite bow before sliding into the seat offered. There he sits with usual straight-backed discipline, his uniform outlining the sharp lines of his figure while he rests his hat on a corner of the table.

After some deliberation, he had still decided to come in his official threads since his CV had outlined his military work experience. It seemed to fit the outcome best.

"Thank you for hiring me," he begins.

"I am Veoc. I gathered you wanted to discuss my upcoming work schedule in person?"

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Veoc follows Eiden's gaze to his lap, and smiles before patting it encouragingly.

"All right. Then eat a little something before you lie down; I don't want you to choke."

He looks at the spread of desserts and food before picking out a fruit tart: it isn't as dry as the other options and has enough variety of ingredients to be more interesting than the rest.

"Say ahhh."

Holding the tart, it's his turn to aim for Eiden's mouth.

" You want to eat something crunchy don't you -- ah.. "

The tongue slips against his fingers, making his heart take a somersault there. He kind of wishes he'd licked even more in all honesty....

" Indulge. Right. "

He's indulging alright. Indulging as Veoc takes his wrist to try his heartrate - and sure enough it skips. This clueless ....

" ...I'm fine - how about you just.... "

Eiden pauses, next glancing into Veoc's lap.

" I could use some rest though? " Eiden starts, adding just in case: "and I mean here ok? "

He can't have the man getting so worried he takes him home instead.