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The newness of the renovated Mauvian Headquarters within the Cathedral meant that it was often quite busy, but also that there were times when a Mau could spread their work out without worrying about another popping in via the magical cat door or the larger, human-sized entry and cocking it up royally.

Which was why when the space opened to admit a red-haired corrupted senshi, there was only a single Mauvian busily working at a low, long table; Tiberius was surrounded by bits of wire, plastic, metal, and assorted relevant detritus. He looked up curiously at the not-unwelcome intruder, thickly plumed tail twitching ever-so-slightly across some of the strewn parts and seemed to take on an amused expression at Ochre's eloquent introduction.

"I know, it's pretty amazing, isn't it?" With a bit of a flounce, the striped tom rose and daintily picked his way through his workspace so that he could greet his new guest from the nearer edge of the table. "You need something fixed?
Or did you get lost?" Settling his fluffy bulk into a sitting position, Tiberius regarded Ochre thoughtfully; perhaps he'd no idea where he was? It was possible, the whole enterprise had only recently been completed to the point where the star cats could utilize it effectively. If Axinite hadn't sent out a memo, it was likely Red had just stumbled across his little fiefdom.

"This is the Mauvian HQ. I'm Tiberius."

Red looked like he'd just opened the door to Wonderland, or maybe Wonka's Chocolate Factory - Tiberius didn't see the draw to either, but folks seemed to go nuts over both. Granted, the reaction the human was giving was far more what he'd expected to see in his fellow Mauvians during Axinite's unveiling of their new-and-improved HQ. That his cohorts had been only somewhat pleased had flabberghasted Tibs; for him, there was nothing better than technology...and the General King had given them free-reign to build and tinker and create technology to aid the Negaverse.

He'd been in absolute heaven, but the others? Not so much.

Could have been the idea of work, perhaps...or of the other felines not having had such a brilliant general as he did. Regardless, Ochre's reaction was appropriate and Tiberius warmed to him further, tail moving slowly while the senshi spoke.

"Not surprising, Red. This place just got a tune up after the white moon wrecking crew came through. Before that we didn't have a single space kitted out like this. But we're here now, for all your technological needs." Tiberius winked, the unspoken 'for a price, of course' hung in the air as a promise, not a threat. This guy's a softie, how'd he get into the biz? Or maybe it's just cats. Guy likes p***y that much, probably touches him in the head a bit. Humans are weird like that.

"Good to meet ya, Ochre." He gestured with a paw at a large pillow near the table he'd been working at, "Have a seat and I'll come give you some lap time, how's that?" Forward? Maybe, but Tiberius liked Red for being open and honest to the point of embarrassing himself potentially.

An iPod wasn't precisely what he'd meant but sure why not. There wasn't anything to be lost by fixing nomal technology for their officers and senshi - doing so would help foster a stronger working relationship, right? So totally worth it.

Plus, fixing an iPod was like, nothing for a Mauvian. An hour of work, maybe two. "Yeah sure, bring it in. I'll fix it." Tiberius wanted to tell Red about the new technology that was going to be rolled out, but maybe that wasn't the best idea? The communication devices were archaic and they'd worked their furry butts off on making something better suited - the new pen-to-tablets would be rolled out soon enough.

Ochre settled onto the pillow quickly, making of his lap an excellent cat nest, even going so far as to offer to add a blanket. What a sweet kid. "A blanket will bake you, nah, you're good. But thanks." The Mauvian picked his way carefully into Ochre's waiting lap as the youth rambled on about cheetos before questioning how paws could make technology where hands were clearly necessary.

Tiberius flopped, shifted, flopped, shifted. Stood, made a circle, huffed. Flopped, shifted, huffed again, twitched his tail, looked up at Ochre, then sprawled finally with the long curve of his spine mirroring the slumped curve of hip and thigh; presenting the broad expanse of his stripes to the corrupt senshi for petting. "Don't be sorry. Cheetos are ******** delicious.

"Questions are good. Good questions are better, and you have a good question there Red." Tiberius stretched out one of his paws, spreading the toes so the floof between showed clearly. "Paws aren't great for delicate electronics, but we get human forms too, y'know? You guys upgrade, we upgrade. I don't have mine quite yet, but yeah. Plus, we can use assistive devices and yeah, you lot."

Mostly though, lieutenants tended to be too...stupid. For anything but the most basic of things. Clumsy idiots. Tiberius' tail lashed and his ears swept back momentarily as he thought about projects ruined by the stupidity of non-Mauvian assistants. "There are some among you that are technologically inclined. It can be helpful." His ire fled as he twisted his head back to look up at Ochre "You any good with a soldering iron, Red?"

"Mmhmm. Pretty snazzy, right? I can't wait - hands are super useful." Ochre's hands were wonderful, absolutely wonderful stroking over his stripes with gentle enthusiasm. Even the annoying thought of blundering humans making his work go south couldn't keep a low rumble from starting up, a sound that became much louder with the ear rubs.

Ah, that's the good s**t, right there. "Oh, you got nice hands Red, real nice. I might just have to keep you..." Tiberius' purr became a steady in and out of feline pleasure and comfort, the tip of his tail moving lazily. "Using the mouth, or both paws, usually. It's a pain the a**, yeah, which is why I asked about you."

Hearing that his new human minion had some experience with a soldering iron was a bonus, as was his apparent capabilities where it came to precision work. Now if I can get him to agree to being my dog'sbody..this might do nicely until I get my own thumbs... "Not right this second, no, but often enough that it'd be nice to have someone on call. I'll need your hands when I'm working on the iPod too."

Forelegs pulled up to chin, Tiberius rolled just a little bit, presenting the oh-so-soft cinnamon coloured fluff of his stomach for inspection and fingers in an appealing manner. "You wouldn't be interested, would ya, Red? Being my human handyman for a bit?"

Not having thumbs really did make things difficult, but such was a Mauvian's lot in life until they earned their humanoid form, however that came about. Tiberius really wasn't clear on the details of how or when that happened, just that it would. And then he could stop dealing with incompetents. Red might not be so bad though. And that sour b*****d of Bob's is pretty handy for a human. Some are okay, but most are ******** nightmares. I'd rather eat dry dog kibble for a year...

Exposing his stomach had been a very calculated move, one all felines knew to be a magical, door opening key - and it worked. Ochre lit up like Tiberius' stomach fluff was everything he'd ever wanted in life: the Holy ********' Grail made real and the Mauvian preened internally. Got him!

Briefly - because he was a cat - there was the wont to slam down and jam every single sharp point of his body into the soft, waiting flesh of Ochre's hand and arm, but Tiberius simply kneaded at the air and rumbled a happy purr at the worshipful way Red touched him, eyes squinching blissfully shut.

"Good, good." Tiberius shifted once more, twisting his body so his head was upside down in Ochre's lap the way cats did that was a tribute to their distressingly flexible spines and floating scapulae. "Helped make those, y'know. Even added some loops so it opens easier." The Mauvian sounded amused, not offended, his tail curling in a manner that suggested Ochre's acceptance of being his assistant and continued petting were more than enough compensation to warrant not being mauled for forgetting that technology and Mauvians went together like Funnel Cake and local fairs.

"If you think up a program you want on 'em, let us know and all that." Ahhh, how he loved people. Especially people that were good at petting and also really accommodating of his demands!

"Easier for paws, too." Tiberius flexed his fore-paws, paddling at the air with giant, fluffy feet to emphasize his words even more than his kneading had probably already done; he was careful to not catch Ochre's skin or costume with his claws, mostly careful to not catch the cascade of red hair - some might get caught, there was enough it was an occupational hazard.

"Well...those are great ideas. I'll see about getting something whipped up for the coms units. Get it done with your help, get some kudos from the bossman - can't but help your standing here, eh Red?" GPS features were something he'd been fiddling with already, but he was more than happy to encourage his new senshi servant by not mentioning it...and as for the quota system, he wasn't sure if any of his other Mauvian cohorts had come up with it yet, so that was definitely something to write up and get to working on.

Axinite would be pleased. Tiberius was pleased. And Red here would get lots of petting, some kudos and maybe a rank up - who knew, after all - and his iPod would get fixed.

"What a deal, Mauvian glory and new programs, plus your iPod fixed...and all you gotta do is be my hands. Today's your lucky day, Red." Tiberius' tail plume tickle-swished in a manner that would have read as definitively smug to another feline, he didn't know what Ochre would read it as.

Nor did he care. He was getting excellent pets and his agile brain already imagining the accolades they'd get. Oh yes, this was a good day indeed.

Over and over again the red-haired corrupt ran his fingers through Tiberius' thick fur, creating fantastic patterns and designs in the plush stripes as the massive cat enjoyed his ministrations. Lucky day indeed, but for whom was debatable. Tiberius was fairly certain he'd found himself not only a willing human servant, but an intelligent and useful one as well; he had no plans to release this one back into the wilds of the Negaverse.

No, this corrupt senshi was now his, regardless of whomever had awoken him or whichever Guardian cat managed his upgrades alongside the General Sovereigns. Sailor Ochre belonged to Mauvian Tiberius and that was that.

It was just so nice to sprawl in Ochre's lap for affection and praise.

And since most of the things that he had to that afternoon could absolutely be shuffled to another day, the Mauvian fully intended to allow his new servant to indulge in the pleasure of his company for as long as he wished. Or longer, depending.

Tiberius was absolutely in heaven, enjoying himself immensely, when Ochre's voice cut through the heavy rumble of purrs again with words swathed in carefully constructed tone. The senshi was doing his very best to not offend, should there be cause for such a thing - luckily, there wasn't. At least, not with Tibs. "Hmmm? Oh, hella. Yeah, I love that s**t, it's amazing."

"I mean, I guess some of us might not, since we're aliens? But I'm definitely pro-catnip. And if you've got some, Red? I absolutely want in. Yes."

Would he roll so he could bear-hug Ochre's arm? Yes, yes he would. and even very, very gently kick at his forearm in excitement. Because he knew it was cute and would please Red and make the senshi fall further into the Trap that was adoring Tiberius.