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[amelioraate]

WHO: Tiny SnarkTony Stark, Jim Kirk, Grumpy Cat McCoy... YOU?!
WHERE: All over. And the Enterprise.
WHEN: Backdated to February 10th
WHAT: Tony is a paranoid bastard and goes on an adventure in the suit
WARNINGS: Tony he is a warning, language, will update if needed

In between waking up (alive) in the middle of space, with no chance of going back to whatever the fuck might be left of his world, his friends, and making his presence known on the network, Tony decides that he is going to make the best of this ridiculous ship and space. Not that he believes that he was brought here by accident, oh no, there is far too much kept in the shadows and far too little information handed out here for things to be on 'accident' as far as he is concerned.

And the suspicions weren't exactly unfounded, especially when he delved further into the communications logs that he could get a hold of (read: could hack into) and he found out about the mess of a mission that had happened just prior to his arrival.

Yeah. Something was up but--

Well, maybe he was just paranoid.

Either way, the genius knows that, if he wants to get a head start on this place, he has to know it. And has to make sure that his suit is up to the task of carting him around in space. Theoretically, it was fine, it had worked in space before, but-- paranoia, right?

So Tony has gone on a little exploration of the ship, inside and out. He has FRIDAY fully integrated into his suit thanks to his STARKphone still being in pieces on the desk in his room (he was going to find a communication device to splice into it, he was) and he intended to make sure that there was a rendering of whatever space he could get into stored in the phone.

He was going to have to make himself a private server sooner rather than later. And cloud. And probably network.

Shit, he had his work cut out for him.

But first, exploration!

Tony dons the suit, shifts it to stealth mode and wanders his way down to the hanger. Firstly because, he might as well start from the bottom, and secondly--

There is a low, mechanical sounding whistle as Tony looks out at one of the space ships that happens to be flying with the Eluvio. It is pretty fucking spectacular looking, in that way that expertly crafted machinery could be.

"FRIDAY, you think it will be frowned upon if I took a look at her more closely?"

If it were possible to hear an eyeless artificial intelligence roll its non-existent eyes, Tony is sure he would have heard it right then.

Would you like me to ask the ship out for you, Boss?

"Nope, just gonna go say hi myself, I think."

And with that, Tony is throwing himself into the void (more or less literally) with only the vague hope that the suit hasn't been tampered with (his initial diagnostic didn't come up with anything, and FRIDAY said that it was good, so--) and a low, whoop of joy as he was airborn. Spaceborn. Whatever.

Incoming, USS Enterprise, there is an Iron Man coming aboard.

[ ooc: Clearly you may come across Tony in the suit wherever you would like to. The shit on the Enterprise is the closed bit. Because... uh. Whatever. Also, YEAH I KNOW THIS IS LIKE A WEEK OUT OF DATE I'm so sorry. ; ; ]

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[doxing]

Between the garbage can of a mission that went down on the late planet Oros, to the puzzle box she's been given as a prize for — well, basically letting every alien species on it die in the thermonuclear holocaust, Sombra has a lot on her plate. It doesn't stop her from digging her nails deep into Eluvio's systems, almost literally with the pixellated light-strings dancing from the tips of manicured fingers, to get to the bottom of it.

Too bad they keep shutting her out with technology she's never encountered or even fathomed before. Fuckers.

"Háblame, c'mon, don't do me like this..." SECURITY BREACH DETECTED... TERTIARY SYSTEM LOCK ACTIVATED... AUTHORIZED ISC ELUVIO ENGINEER REQUIRED FOR REACTIVATION... "Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first two times. Man, I'm losing touch—"

A pause, catching something out of the corner of her eye, the holo-screens at either side of her swept away with a quick wave of her hand. Someone else visiting the hangar at this relative time of night only comes as a bit of a surprise. By Earth standards, she guesses, realizing that her point is kind of moot as she thinks it, but there's too much going on in her head to give much of a shit about whether she should be mincing timezones. She's already factored in interruptions.

So she turns, seeks the disturbance, and finds...

Well. Okay.

Not what she'd been expecting at all, a wide look up at the suit of armour. An omnic? Here?

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Seriously, it must be a lucky month for me, 'cause Eluvio's getting more thoughtful by the hour with all the presents they've been giving me." This, unfortunately, doesn't sound as flattering as it should. "You can stay where you are, if you don't wanna run into any... Inconvenient malfunctions."

yes YAAAAAS

[amelioraate]

It wasn't as if Tony expected the ship to be completely devoid of other people, but he certainly didn't expect to run into a lot of them. Actually, no, he totally expected this place to be more or less devoid of people because, after a bit of snooping (hacking snooping, same thing right?) he discovered that this place did kind of run on the same general time idea as earth. Meaning that Tony was up and running when most people were dead asleep.

For a moment, he almost wished he could sleep normally.

Almost. But it's gone as soon as it comes and--

Boss, there is a disturbance at the access station around the corner.

"Are you monitoring their systems, you beautiful creation of mine?" There is laughter in his voice as he moves towards where Friday has highlighted on the display in the helmet, a curl of a smile on his face beneath the metal.

Only as best I can Boss. They are very good at keeping me out of the systems, however, it is not difficult to pick up the security breach notification.

That... makes sense. Sadly. That just means that this is something of a challenge, that Tony is going to have to try harder to get past the damn lines and traps this place has put up to get to the bottom of, well, everything. Not that he was a paranoid guy or anything. Tony is just coming around, and he swears there was a flare of energy from where there is now... just a woman. That was interesting. Tony is opening his mouth to be his usual charming self when--

"Whoa, that sounds like a threat there darling. Or perhaps a come on, if it is the latter, it needs a bit of work, I mean, I'm not going to say no, but--"

Tony shrugs, and he thinks maybe he should pull back the faceplate but-- there is something about her that comes off as being a little bit threatening and he would rather not expose his fleshy bits just yet.

[doxing]

First opinion: Omnic scum. Second opinion after a voice that sounds very human coming from behind the faceplate:

Well, not so much an opinion as a stare and slow tilt of her head.

"If I hear a metal 'ding' coming from your armour, y'know, I might be impressed enough to change my mind. Until then, it'll stay a threat." Nope, there it is, robot culture doesn't typically indulge in flirtations — and the kind she's seen aglow with neon paint pairing with very open-minded humans weren't anything like this guy.

Look, she's even easing out of her tension and adopting a particularly smug look up at him, shaved brow quirking. Call that a great success on Tony's part for not scuffing up his armour with machine pistol rounds. At least he can monitor where exactly the dangers are, the machine pistol at rest against her belt and the heavily modded body she wears as a source of continual pride. They're relatively easy to see with a combination of the dimness coming from strips of lights along the hangar's ceiling and an ambient purple-pink from, well, her.

Sombra's hand finds a hip and lets the curiosity get the better of her. Because, uh, why not? They're in the middle of nowhere, she can't get her fucking fix from any of the future-tech around here, and there's a plain-to-see technological marvel (lol) right here in from of her. Goooood evening, Tony.

"Were spying on me?" She offers the truth, studying the armour openly. "Don't worry, I won't get mad."

[amelioraate]

"Oh, you wound me! Sadly, while the neon glow you are sporting is quite pleasing, you're gonna have to at least try to charm me with your wit before you can completely win me over." Not really though, the cool hacking you were doing earlier though would certainly be enough to start seducing one Tony Stark though.

There is a moment, the readings behind the faceplate screaming at him about weapons and power surges and 'danger danger' (actually, maybe that was Friday), but Tony can see the way that, while on the defensive, the woman seemed slightly less likely to try and shoot him.

Right now.

It was only a matter of time before that urge returned.

There is a mechanical laugh at the questions before the faceplate flips up, revealing a very obviously amused human. Well, jury's out on that one, but yeah. Human.

"You know, I have been taught to know that, when I woman says that, there is no way to get out of the situation without her getting mad. So, are you trying to trap me, darling?" Not that he actually seems upset by the idea.

Actually, with the way he nearly leans against the wall, he is projecting interested. Because women who might kill him are always worth the risk apparently.

[doxing]

Charm him with wit? Who is this amusing piece of work? The big reveal of an attractive face behind an even more attractive suit of armour gives her reason to pause, pursing her lips with a squint of an eye. This guy's oddly familiar, but Sombra can't seem to place it for the oppressively long, silent moment she takes to give him the full once-over...

Wait a second, this guy recognizes him from stalking the network. He was talking to Gabe about his nanites. Bingo!

"Trap you? I'd rather trap your suit, there, hermoso." Honest to a fault when she is honest, head still cocked to the side, "You must be Tony — and FRIDAY, my new teammates. Welcome aboard..."

Yeah, okay, so she was stalking you.

Hard.

But that's because your network entry was so rife with interesting things about this, that, and the other tech thing. Something about battle, a suit, and an AI; very interesting things to note for a notorious hacker. She'd be hard-pressed to ignore something like that, especially when it directly involves her line of work. That she was just trying to force on this poor computer terminal, its screen flashing a very bright, very angry DEACTIVATED in emboldened red.

And it's shut up immediately with a casual flip of her hand, fingertips dragging contrails of pink pixels that follow their line of motion.

"Are you here to chastise me for this, or did I just beat you to it?"

[amelioraate]

What, wit is very important in the charming business okay! Especially when you are in space and you are without your usual connections to massive amounts of money and impressive sports car collection. At least he still has his suit, and his wit. See? Important.

And, for a moment, Tony wants to preen when he realizes that she is giving him a once over. That is until she speaks and then he really wants to preen. Clutching as his heart, Tony bats his eyes and smirks. "Ah, a woman after my own heart! The suit is pretty impressive, sadly, kind of picky about who it works with."

You know, when it isn't developing a sentience all its own and whatnot.

When Sombra names him though, an eyebrow goes up. "Hmm, well known even in space, how lovely. Pleasure to meet you, do I get a name in exchange? Or is it one of those fun games where I guess, Rumplestilskin style?" By which he means he pulls a you and tries to hack it from somewhere in the logs on this ship. Because he is going to crack the damned thing no matter how many times it might kick him out.

Which it seems to be doing right now.

With the brow staying up, Tony's gaze flickers behind her to the terminal behind her that is clearly displeased with whatever she was trying to do to it. It makes something twitch on Tony's face.

Something like amusement.

Amusement that looks hella onboard with whatever the hell you just did. Wow. Hold on a second there. Tony blinks, then all but tripping over himself to get closer because:" Damn, that was hot. You should do that again. And explain it because science." He flashes another lightbulb grin. "And you beat me to it. Had a hard time figuring out where would be the quietest place to access a terminal. Not going so well?"

[doxing]

"Who wouldn't know your name when you make one of the only interesting posts on the network for me to stalk?" She said 'stalking' straight-up, her words not Tony's... "It's Sombra. Colleague of the one with the skull mask, Reaper."

That paints a pretty picture already. Dear god, two edge-lords for Tony to talk to.

Hand pressing onto the crown of the terminal, content to stand there and beholden the sleek design of — well — all of what's in front of her. She's no stranger to being impressed by a coupling of human and tech, before, as she's something of a body mod connoisseur, but the man looks very confident in what he's showing outwardly. Sombra's never been one to miss an opportunity to indulge.

A laugh, sudden.

"If I had to do it again, it'd be to your mouth, but I don't think a nice one like yours is gonna have anything more than silver fillings." Pretty easy-going, comfortable chatting about her addiction like it ain't no thang... And, really, she hasn't met someone this optimistic since Karamatsu and man, that is not ever something to be proud of. "I tried the ones in the medical bay and the others on the way, but Eluvio's crew has some serious firewalls happening here. Getting reaaal tempting to just pay one of them a visit and lift one of their dog-tags..."

Sighing, "If they even have shit like that. If that didn't work, my next idea was going to get really mean. How about you?"