Mission 001 || i can show you the world

[mr-fix-em.livejournal.com]

Autopilot was a wonderful invention when one travels for days on end, because he certainly needed the rest. Sleep came quickly to one certain Lombax, and the enviroment around him changes drastically.

Except now he's not sleeping. Under the crimson sky of the Kyzil Plateau, the cat-like alien is hard at work on something spread out in front of his garage, tail swishing happily as he's lost in the project. But then he pauses, puzzled by something, and the Lombax crawls back out, glancing about.

"Huh."

He hops off, scratching the back of his head before walking around to the back of the ship.

"Hey Clank? Did I leave the turbo back here?"

Except the little robot wasn't there. In fact, for all sakes and purposes, he was alone in the desert wasteland.

"--did I leave you back here? Clank? ...Clank?"

The only response he would recieve is the shuffling of someone else, drawing nearer.

"Hey! Who's that?"

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[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

...What a funny looking tool. Aerith turned it this way and that in her hand, trying to figure out what it was. She'd almost thought it was a hammer at first, but that didn't seem quite right...

"Just got in," she replied, taking a break from her puzzlement to smile at him. "And Kerwan can keep its cities. People need places where they can get out and breathe, too!"

[mr-fix-em.livejournal.com]

"Different people have different tastes."

He shrugs, placing a corroded shard of metal on the roof of the mess. "I used to think that all I wanted to do was leave, see the universe, meet new people. Then after awhile, it just got too repetitive." Leaning back, the Lombax plops on the side of the vehicle, leaning on his own wrench.

"But it's not too boring. I've still got Clank, after all this time!" Years of living on a desolate planet, and it probably would have stayed that way had the little robot not crash-landed on his little neck of the woods - or lack thereof. "I dunno where I'd be without him, yanno? Probably still on this rock, still wondering what other worlds were like. Still... alone."

He perks back up, abandoning the project for now. "Anyway! Can I get you something to drink?"

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

"Oh..."

He did sound lonely in that moment, and his perk brought him right in reach of Aerith's hand--it kind of happened by impulse, Aerith gently ruffling the top of his head without thinking. So she wasn't ready to answer the question he asked. "Um. To drink?"

Hand not quite removed yet.

[mr-fix-em.livejournal.com]

Ratchet has to pause a little at the touch, looking up at the woman curiously, then to the hand on top of his head. He didn't... quite understand what the gesture was supposed to be about, and all that comes out of his mouth is a confused, "...uh."

And yet, he doesn't try to push it off or tell her to stop.

"Yeah, uh. It's a fruit blend you can't kind anywhere else but Kyzil. I whipped it up myself!" And then he grins, that friendly grin back in full force. "If you want, I mean."

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

"Uh" meant "do what you want" in the ancient Cetran tongue--okay, it was just Aerith's dialect. She'd gotten awkward reactions from Red before but knew he liked them, so she just gave Ratchet's head another quick pat before she dropped her hand behind her back to clasp the other, giggling quietly.

"Sounds interesting! I'll give it a try. I'm Aerith, what's your name?"

[mr-fix-em.livejournal.com]

His ears fold back at the pats, tempted to swat her away. It'd felt... nice, for a little while, even if he wasn't yet used to that kind of display of affection. Oh, the cruelites to being so furry!

The Lombax still grins back, however, bit bothered by the company in the least. "Ratchet! Should've menation that right from the get-go, huh?" He gathers up his wrench, hopping off the crinkled, broken heap to head back to his garage, taking a glance over his shoulder to see if his friend was tailing.

"And you're... Aerith? Weird. Can't say I've ever heard of that name before!"

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

"And I've never heard anyone named Ratchet," she tossed back. "But it sounds perfect for a mechanic!" She was indeed following... though she waggled the omniwrench that had stayed in her one hand. "Should I leave this here?"