Who Wants to be Ejected? IPHZURE DOES! :D

Deus, goggles on, worked on his new machine, nearly done. It was a simple thing modified to fit to what he needed it for, transportation. It was an ovular plate that, on the edges were small rectangular openings where straps would come from to restrain whatever it had on it. The contraption could grow to magnificent sizes to accommodate whatever it needed to.

He was making this specifically for that irking ohmu that he for whatever reason got with that foresaken girl who he was planning on using for a few tests or two. What was she to argue since she was so loyal? All he needed to do to finish it was to weld the last sides together permanently and to protect the precious programming inside. He estimated finishing in thirty minutes at the most without any problems or interruptions.

OOC: I didn't feel like describing his lab and stuff. :I

Gluckers, an overweight, overinflated, under appreciated and incredible idiotic Galaxior was piloting through space. He was supposed to be on patrol for new planets that were open, and also in his free time 'policing' some of the unruly aliens he met along the way. So far, it had been a pretty droll job, speeding around in his small and slightly primitive flying machine. It was almost as if Kargagna was trying to get him killed, but he had some hefty artillery in the slow ship. He could outgun almost anyone he saw coming. It wasn't till after a while, after he had finally digested a good meal of MuckBluckBurgers that he found someone he could 'police'. It was a ship, much larger than his own, in fact, it wasn't even supposed to be in this space. It was far from any planet and didn't seem to be heading in any specific direction. Perfect time to exercise his authority. He zoomed in front of the large ships front, waiting to see if the owner would see him through all the space trash surrounding him.

OOC: Well, they were on his planet, but since I didn't say that, I guess I'll go with this. :I

Deus looked up from his work when he heard Len's voice. She said something about... a smaller ship or something. He stopped the stylus-like instrument and looked behind him at the large windows, out there he could see the ship, kind of. There was a lot of debris, but that was his fault probably. He liked to collect it from space and then reuse it. No matter how old it was it could be reused.

He pulled the goggles from over his eyes and looked out at the unknown ship. He knew these windows would come in handy one day, but, the thing was, was that the ship passed the window and went out of view. He assumed that it was going to go off, but he was the person to try and check.

Deus grabbed the machine he was making and took it with him as he went so he could take it to the storage on the way. He went through five different doorways and several different corridors before he finally went into hull of the ship, right where all of the controls were, though instead of levers and buttons and steers it was simply a long glass panel that images could be dragged a picked for him to control it easily. The room was dark, as the windows were tented black so it could not be seen from the out or inside, perfect if you were simply hovering in one spot in space. Kind of like he was right now.

He pressed one of the default symbols (a circle, a triangle, and a square) that sat on the blue shinning glass that was simply a picture of a square. From the click, more options of different shapes and text came about and he clicked each one, opening more panels and such until he clicked the last icon which cause the window tent to fade away, allowing him to see outside. There he saw the ship that passed the window. Who it was, he didn't know.

What they were doing, another mystery. Deus tilted his head as he tried to contemplate it.