After a long day of hunting rorqual pilots mining during CTAs, the various pilots of the Therablob guided their spacecraft to the docking lanes of Paleo station and reverted to being human beings. Stepping out of the all-encompassing pod gel and toweling off, the contingent from The Camel Empire began heading off to the food court, citing the need to have something flavorful to whet their palates. Panamanian pleasure bot hung back and redirected into a side passage looking for other fare. "Mate, gotta try out that new Caldari 'Dim Sum' those Furnace guys keep talking about" he muttered to himself, still a little disoriented from the severed meta-neural connection between man and spaceship. He quickly checked his neocom and is pleased to find that Admiral Kubinnen's Achura Hyperfusion Food Establishment is still open at this hour, and they are indeed currently offering this new gustatory experience.

Panamanian pleasure bot stepped into a tram and began to make his way down the central axis to the second spinning grav-locked torus of the Paleo station. A soft ping rang out, indicating the tram had been hailed by another pilot, and the C4mel member soon is face to face with Intigo, a Volta pilot who had also just disembarked from his Loki-class vessel. This man's portrait really didn't do his physique justice. While the C4mel corporation is relatively lax with physical training and leaves much room for hedonism, the stringent (almost autistic) standards set in place by Intigo's employer gave him a much more godlike presence than normally afforded a capsuleer.

The skin-tight animal hide Volta uniform further accentuated his physical supremacy and Panamanian pleasure bot immediately felt a great deal of discomfort in his presence, namely in his nether regions. He spoke with a slightly excited tremor in his voice, "So, uh, nice catch there huh?" Intigo turned, with a bit squeaking of his leather suit, and said in a deep husky voice, "Yeah, I like it when I'm the one making things happen, some of the younger pilots aught to pay more attention. Good missile work out there by the way, top damage, pretty slick, congratulations. Anyways, I just want to relax, I'm going over to this food establishment for dim sum,my treat."

Panamanian pleasure bot could not refuse the offers of such a magnanimous man. He quickly nodded his head and scooted down the couch to the volta pilot towering above him, his legs trembling too much to stand. "I'm always up for trying new things, and of course in such *good* company, how could I refuse". The two pilots have clearly only trained thermodynamics to level 1, because the tram had suddenly become quite warm with just the two of them there. Intigo leaned in a little closer, "And what new things are you looking to try today?", their eyes never leaving each other during this whole exchange.

"I'm into sweet and salty ... delights, usually with some good spiced wines" replied panamanian pleasure bot, undoing the clasps on his vest and trousers. The Volta pilot sensing the heat in the tram popped a couple of buttons on his leather pants and let his member flop out, "I don't have any spiced wine with me..." The C4mel pilot was astounded, he didn't think his appetite could handle so much sustenance at once, "But this'll do". He came in close and began to give it exploratory licks, cleaning off the pod goo and other fluids built up inside. It was almost time, and the two capsuleers didn't even need to check their neocoms to know it.

Sensing that he had had enough, Intigo forced Panamanian pleasure bot onto his back on the couch and began thrusting, each thrust faster and more vigorous than the last, soon settling on a steady rhythm matching the clacking of the tram's rails. As the conflagration L between the two reached a peak, Intigo let out mighty roar, and it was over. Panamanian pleasure bot's butt had been utterly destroyed, but nothing the medical bay couldn't fix.