#dimorphodon-defect

((Hello friend! Sorry for the slow, starting to get back in to tumblr and the mun is awfully spacey— Ha get it?! Cause he’s in space— lately, but here we go!))

Clockie in Space:

1) Clockwork isn’t much for space politics, but he is aware of the shady dealings between those involved with it. He knows the signs of growing war between planets too, and he’s not about that life. He’s seen it with his own eyes first hand through his own people, and he has ultimately decided to put a wrench in the whole “planet domination” plan himself. Kind of hard to use your knowledge of time and space to get one up on other parties when they have help from someone with the same skill. He’d be helping others dodge well timed attacks for days.

2) He starts out helping other parties under the radar, at first. He goes to bars frequented by politicians often, and sits in the wings quietly. Sips some soda here, eats a sandwich there, and waits for the expensive alcohol in the place to do its job. Once the alcohol buzz is real, he listens as loose lips proudly state their plans and then turns around and sends them to whoever needs them through an encrypted server set up by a tech genius

3) That tech genius? Yeah, it’s Arthur. He meets the guy when there is a problem going on at one of the station posts near the outer edges of Mars. The man was kept around for his occasional work on the crafts that would come by, but any time he offers tech support he is shot down and laughed at. When one of the motherboards go out during a special mission and they needed a quick fix, Arthur steps up and shows them all just how flexible his skills can be. It doesn’t take Clockwork long to see his skill and try to recruit him himself. One rare and elusive bag of Doritos, a fancy job title thrown together on spot, and big alpaca eyes later it will be a success. Though the laughing makes him wonder if he succeeded or was just thrown a bone. He pretends it’s the former.

4) The way they meet Vivi is actually rather exhilarating... and terrifying. During one of their little attempts to prevent the whole “make war not love” ideal, the boys sneak into an outpost close to an asteroid belt. As long as they steer clear of the rocky area, they figure it will be fine. The plan is perfect on paper, and they are suppose to be in and out. It really might have been that simple to do too, if it weren’t for the space pirate— and gosh is she pretty!— that literally comes crashing in. Through the window. With a metal stick she calls The Bat. Apparently she’s heard about some wrongdoings of the workers, and is there to deal with the seedy sandals (her words, not his mind you. He still doesn’t understand what a sandoll is nor how it is seedy) causing problems for innocent travelers herself. Very awe inspiring and worth respect, but a problem for them when they’d only managed to sneak in themselves by stealing some spare work uniforms. Luckily, it only takes a litany of intense questions, a slew of explanations, quick proof, and some panicked squawking to clear their name. By the end of it, they are tired, but in one piece. Oh, and they manage to score a new friend who is willing to offer up her expertise and skill so there is that! It’s the “super cool” as Arthur says, and Clockie is excited about the turn of events.

5) In addition to their new designated leader— it was a unanimous decision, Vivi really knows her stuff and their plans no longer have to involve panicked whispers and clothing theft— they get a new designated pet/alien/thing? Vivi calls him Mystery and introduces him as her best friend and good doggo, but neither of the boys are convinced. Mystery always seems to be thinking, he emotes better than most people, he seems to always know when something is up, and they are pretty sure they have caught him doing some not so doggo things. Like making his own sandwich despite the lack of thumbs... and that one time Clockie made his own version of the fried chicken and both he and Arthur swear that the not so good doggo snatched it from the pan and ate it with not one, but two mouths. Arthur compared it to something he called Alien from some long lost horror film, but Clockie just called it what it is

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