space invaders of the literal kind [ SEMI-CLOSED ]

[dismembers]

who ; dismembers and those who expressed interest
what ; Grid invading the personal space bubbles of... many, many people.
where ; varies
when ; varies
warning(s) ; possible language, will update as necessary

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[knight4darkness]

Nemesis Prime had encountered a number of odd things during his time on this space station. From the odd acceptance of strangers, to the even stranger occurrence of what he was told was called friendship, from humans who were actually Cybertronian to aliens who were raised by animals...

...waking up from recharge with a xenomorph on him, however, was a new experience.

Not that he was aware of the species name. Or cared, much. He did recognize the individual, however, which kept him from immediately transforming in to standard mode and defending himself.

Instead, he revved his engine. Get off me.

[dismembers]

Grid stirred when the large metal thing she was curled up on vibrated beneath her, the noise that accompanied it making her lip twitch into an annoyed snarl. Not that it was really a thing--in her limited grasp of other, non-organic, species she understood that this thing was alive in some odd way. She interpreted the noise and movement as some indication of impatience, or even annoyance, but she was in no particular rush to move. It was warm here, and she wasn't about to give up a prime basking spot until she was damn ready.

With a long, lazy stretch she uncurled, sprawling out across the things hood like a cat in a sunbeam, the slight twitch in her tailtip and the extra time she devoted to making herself comfortable hinting that she was perfectly aware that she was being a brat.

[knight4darkness]

Unfortunately for Grid, the 'thing' was not willing to wait for her to finish her sunbathing.

Instead, Nemesis transformed. The hood promptly split apart; with him leaning forwards as he gained legs and arms, this would hopefully leave her clinging to his grill if she didn't leap off entirely.

Either way, he'd be able to give the creature a dark look. An annoyed, anything-but-amused look.

[dismembers]

Grid hissed sharply as her perch suddenly moved and shifted in some way she was not entirely able to comprehend. Stubborn as she was she did keep clinging to him throughout the change, although she was quite vocal in her displeasure.

As soon as he stopped moving she was clambering her way up what now served as his chest, bringing her up to eye level so she could (perhaps less venomously than she would for more people) spit at him.

"stop moving, stupid bitch"

[knight4darkness]

Unfortunately, Nemesis didn't quite care for her venom. Fortunately, he only cared so much about showing that to her. Win some...

"Frag you too, creature. I didn't say you could sleep on me."

[dismembers]

"sleep where want to," she huffs, climbing up to drape herself around his shoulders, "am comfy here, not going away"

If she was really upset she would have shrieked at him, possibly even attempted to damage him in some way (were his strange glowing eyes weak points?), but her behavior was more that of a petulant feline than a hostile alien life form.

[knight4darkness]

Nemesis twitched a bit, shifting his body either to get himself more comfortable with the new weight, or to unconsciously try and keep Grid from falling off. If asked, he would have said the former, and ignore the thought that it was helping the latter as well.

"-you are comfy on metal, organic?"

[dismembers]

Grid tossed her head with that hiss that was more or less her version of a snort. She stretched out a little more, insinuating herself into the contours of the robot.

"is like sharper nest walls"

She was thinking specifically of the resin she and her sisters coated the walls with, hard and shiny. Metal was usually a good deal colder than resin, but obviously this was not the case with Nemesis or she wouldn't have bothered flopping on him in the first place.