Hound that gets lost while trying to find the hangar bay where her mech is at night, running around the station, starting to panic when she hears some sounds of work being done in a definitely different hangar than hers, quickly running in there hoping to ask someone, freezing up when she sees a 6' wall of muscle mechanic lady working on an older model of mech(the type without a neural interface), clearly frustrated about something. Nervously stepping from side to side as she debates with herself whether to disturb her, eventually getting enough courage to nervously ask
"m... Ma'am could i-"
Mechanic that has been dealing with impatient pilots and brass, having been stuck repairing one part for like an hour, her frustrations boiling over, punching the mech with her first, making a loud bang and yelling out while her face is still in the engine bay of the mech
"no!! I'm not putting an another mech on my schedule you fuckwit!"
Hound that gets scared, making herself smaller, instinctively preparing herself to lash out, her automatic rebreather muzzle pumping adrenaline, as she lets out a scared defensive growl
Mechanic that turns around, the angry frown on her face turning into confusion about the fact that there's a hound in her shop, then turning into regret about yelling as she sees the tiny hound just so so scared
Mechanic that softens her voice as she walks closer to the trembling hound, reaching out a hand, like you would reach out to a dog to let it sniff you while talking softly
"ah shit... Sorry sweetheart... That wasn't meant for you, I thought you were a customer... Are you lost little one?"
Hound that slowly calms down, her limbs going weak as her hormonal regulators scrub her system of adrenaline too fast for her body to compensate, weakly nodding in response to the question as she takes a step closer, sniffing the mechanic's hand
"y... Yes m... Ma'am"
Mechanic that sees how wobbly the hound's limbs are, quickly taking a chair and putting it next to the hound, gesturing for the hound to sit, and when she does so she continues talking.
"now sweetie... Why don't you tell me the ID of your handler so I can call her"
Hound that immediately perks up at the mention of her handler, immediately spelling out her ID number
Mechanic immediately messaging the handler the location, getting a message back almost immediately, handler having asked if the mechanic could wait the hour it'll take to get there.
Hound immediately falling asleep as soon as the mechanic tells her that her handler is coming, too tired from the running around
Mechanic sighing and picking the pup off of the uncomfortable metal chair, sitting down on the ground, back leaning on the mech's leg, playing with the hounds hair
Handler eventually arriving, cooing as she sees her hound cuddling against the mechanic's muscular chest, immediately thanking her for keeping her pup safe, gently picking the pup and going back to their room.
Hound that keeps thinking about the pretty, tall and muscular mechanic for like a week. One day returning from a mission, climbing out of her cockpit still high of the combat drugs, seeing the mechanic standing prepared to do maintenance on *her* mech, immediately launching herself into a hug at the mechanic
Mechanic surprised but quick enough to catch the fur missile, laughing softly as she hugs back
"oh~ someone's happy to see me... Now... Why don't you tell me the damages so I can get to fixing you up?"
hound quickly telling the mechanic every little ding and scratch, excited to have the lady mechanic's strong hands working on her mech that she can feel
Hound sitting on a soft chair, trembling as she feels the mech getting fixed up, trying not to let out embarrassing sounds as she sees the mechanic's muscles straining
