"Macross Fifty-two, come in. This is VF-72 Specter requesting clearance to dock."
"Macross Fifty-two, this is Z-72 Tinycat also requesting docking clearance."
After several long moments of silence, a slightly annoyed sounding woman's voice cut through the static of empty space. "This is Macross Fifty-two. We have you jokers on the radar. Please follow the designated flight path to docking bay two. And for god sake, remember to put it in Fighter Mode this time."
"I like how they're always happy to see us," Janus said flatly, staring through cockpit windows at the looming colony ship drawing closer. Hands moved almost out of habit across the command console. Without needing to look, he triggered his mech's transformation from a humanoid shape into a similar spaceship of much smaller scale. "You scratch the paint one time, and they never let you live it down."
"Since when is crashing through two diplomatic ships count as a minor incursion?" Xilimyth's voice crackled over the wolfs headset. An air of amusement was thick in her spiritual pitch.
"Hey! It worked in our favor since they were terrorists in disguise!" The air of blushing embarrassment was thick in Janus' stuttering reply. "Besides, I'm not the one that 'accidentally' sat on those anti-Zentradi protestors."
"And I told you they were in my favorite spot to eat lunch!"
Janus scoffed, diverting his gaze to the massive blue mech flying several kilometers off his left wing. Unlike his ship, it had not changed from its human-like configuration. In fact, such an event might have been painful for its operator.
"Cut the radio chatter!" The annoyed woman's voice stopped Janus' attempted witty reply for his wing girl. "General Schott is just dying to hear your latest debriefing."
He decided it best to just fall back in his seat with a sigh. The autopilot had kicked in to take him around to their designated docking bay, so there was little else to do. The brass always did like to suck what little fun could be had out of post-mission victories. Frequent requests for some rock music on these silent space coastings usually went unheeded.
Instead, things got pretty dull for several minutes. Janus was observing the Macross one minute and then suddenly got jerked out of his usual short nap signaling his ship settling on a landing.
Xilimyth came to the right behind him. Several boosters fired off her metallic legs for the mech to land with as light an impact as possible. While the bay doors closed up behind them, she walked a few casual steps up into a special station against the far wall. Each foot was carefully inserted into a notch that promptly clamped down with electromagnetic locks. Allowing her vehicle to join the line up of several more along the same wall.
They were all too happy when the bay doors finally closed. Within seconds they got the signal that air and artificial gravity had been restored. Nothing felt better after a six-hour flight than to eventually get out for a stretch.
And as usual, Janus almost got out of his Variable Fighter before the dock crew could properly wheel in some stairs. Good thing the health plan for the Macross fifty-two's flight crew is insanely generous.
Soon after he touched the ship floor proper, a loud grinding of heavy mechanics drew the wolfs attention to his co-mech. The lock on its torso had come undone so it could split open like a flower. A large pair of breasts helped push those segments away soon as they loosened. A gasp of immense relief echoed across the bay right before the cheetah's cute face was freed as well.
"Oh gosh, why do these things have to be so tight?"
Xilimyth climbed her way out of the mech-suit grateful to have recirculated air blowing on her spotted fur. Even more so to have a center of gravity pulling her bare feet back on cold metal flooring. She immediately broke into a stretch reaching for the ceiling while thrusting her chest out.
An act that always drew attention from the shifts current dock crew. That static resistant leotard Xilimyth wore while piloting put great emphasis her curves. She was really above-average from human standards, but at ten meter's tall Janus was sure he could get lost in those bouncing spots.
"You're staring again, hun..."
"Am not!" Janus said purely on instinct. His gaze whipped to some marks on the floor to feign interest in.
"I'm pretty sure you were." Xilimyth drew out each word with deep childish purrs.
Janus looked up to adamantly correct her way of thinking but was cut off to see Xilimyth had squatted down to meet him. The usual excuse was that she just wanted to get closer for conversation. Most of the crew she was friendly with however knew the half-Zentradi liked to give admirers a better look at 'the goods.'
The socially-inexperienced wolf was an especially fun target to tease. He would always zone out for seconds at a time only to come back with tail wagging and ears redder than tomatoes.This time when he snapped back, Janus promptly faked a need to tie his shoes.
Points for effort since pilots tended to wear strapless boots.
"I'll see you outside," she said when the silence started to get boring.
After giving a huffing Janus some gentle pats on the head, Xilimyth rose back up to step over him. Despite her looming size each step barely resonated through the steel of their landing bay. Her gentle humming of a merry tune was much louder. Her long spotted tail whipped high to each movement on the route to the micronization labs. Most of the crew still lingered a gaze at Xilimyth's hips twisting in great shows of mobility to avoid the other mechs and ships on her path.
This is going to be a super huge (pun intended) story of over 30,000 words in length. So I'll be posting it in several chunks over the course of the month to not overwhelm people with a novel all at once. If you're a fan of the anime Macross, or catgirls growing hyper and huge in space, you'll probably enjoy this story. ;3