Snout Beetle Puns

Title. I’m grinding for water ice and trying to level up at the same time. Thanks in advance

Hey everyone, a level 56 Water Mage here with a few questions about pets. I have been rocking my Snout beetle since level 32 because i love his stun, It's understandable that as a healer you probably dont want a melee pet getting in the way of you healing an ally. I have seen quite a few little notes from other players that say that the spitter is better, I would love to have someone go into detail on this. I have both a spitter and a Snout beetle but the spitter isn't ridable is it? Then it must be the damage output.

Remaining Heroic Warriors (Sy-Klone, Extendar, Moss Man, Rio Blast, Rotar, Rokkon, Stonedar, Snout Spout, Mekaneck, Meteorbs, Sky High, Sir Laser-Lot, Mighty Spector, King Randor, Queen Marlena, Chief Carnivus, King Chooblah, Lord Dactys, Ceratus, Zodak, Slamurai, Hawke, Gwildor, Plasmar, Strobo)

Remaining Evil Warriors (Spikor, Whiplash, Twistoid, Blast-Attak, Goat Man, Two-Bad, Fang-Man, Icer, Strongarm, Saurod, Blade, Karg, Skelcon, Battle Bones, Battle Raptor)

Great Rebellion (Bow, Netossa, Mermista, Double Trouble, Glimmer, Perfuma, Frosta, Angella, Spinnerella, Star Sisters, Light Hope, Sea Hawk, Madame Razz, Broom, Kowl, Loo-Kee, Swift Wind, Arrow)

Remaining Evil Horde (Shadow Weaver, Catra, Leech, Octavia, General Sunder, Dragstor, Multi-Bot, Modulok, Mantenna, Entrapta, Scorpia, Vultak, Dylamug, Horde Prime, Horde Wraith, Cy-Chop, Draego-Man, Snake Trooper, Mantisaur, Monstroid)

Snake Men (King Hiss, Kobra Khan, Rattlor, Snake-Face, Fang-Or, Tung Lashor, Sssqueeze, Snake Man, Terroar, Lord Grasp)

Galactic Guardians (Hydron, Flipshot, Tuskador, Mara, Darius, Sagitar, Artilla, Kayo, Nocturna, Vizar, Master Sebrian, Gleep)

Space Mutants (Flogg, Slush Head, Optikk, Lizorr, Crita, Hoove, Karatti, Staghorn, Butthead, Quakke, Grr, Mutant Trooper)

Independent Villains (Count Marzo, Evilseed, Faceless One, Geldor, Lodar, Shokoti, Masque, Game Master, Toy Master, Aremesh, Gygor, Huntara, Kittrina, Red Knight, Sortech, Plundar)

Ancients (He-Ro, King Grayskull, Demo Man, Vykor, Wun-Dar, Vikron, Tytus, Megator, Queen Grayskull, Eldor, Bionatops, Tirantisaurus Rex, Procrustus)

Vehicles

Attak Trak, Dragon Walker, Road Ripper, Laser Bolt, Bolajet, Starship Eternia, Terrortread, Terrorclaw, Doomcopter, Spydor, Bashasaurus, Bashin Beetle, Spitbull, Blasterhawk, War Whale, Battle Tank, Battle Ram Chariot, Astrosub, Battle Bird)

First. Previous. Prequel

>- A Galactic Decade = 10 Earth years -
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>- A Galactic year is broken down into 6 segments (called a 'Periodical') of 73 Galactic days. -
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>- Each Galactic day (Cycle) = 22 Hours and 16 Mins earth time -

- 36 cycles after the attack -

The air recyclers softly hummed above her head. The elevator carriage walls were bland on all sides. Though there was technically only one side, she thought, since the carriage was a round canister. It was rather spacious, built to support large numbers. A necessity to supplement the few carriages available in the network. 16 humans could fit in here, with enough left over room for each person to have their own little bubble of personal space. Her head turns to the right as her focus gets pulled to a soft beeping. The source being a small rectangular display fixed into the wall at her shoulder level.

It was about 10 inches by 5. In large red font, numericals in the local Galactic Standard were being displayed on the black screen. 708, 709, 710, 711, 712...

Rajinder was currently heading up the main spine of the station to the command deck. Accepting an invitation from Commander Garr'Jex to help settle a slight situation that had risen between her people and some station locals. A few of those who had been nearby and witnessed the commotion informed her of the situation 3 hours ago exactly. An hour before Garr'Jex had contacted her about the situation.

It had been a tough few weeks since the attack. With all hands on deck, they were able to complete repairs to the entire D-15 section. It had taken a lot of work and diplomacy to smooth relations with the stations functioning engineering team. A necessity in order to get them to allow her people to continue repairs to the entire section they mainly occupied. Then came the quarrels between her people and the stations security for leaving their posts during the boarding. If the Commander had not given direct orders to his men, women and in-betweens to play nice, things would have gotten out of control fast. The tension got so thick, it could smother an open flame. But despite all that, things were still able to get done. The station was repaired, the injured were healed and most of the dead had been put to rest.

726,

7

Twenty years from now….

A large brown dragon trotted down the stone hallways of his home. His scales were umber, with specks of gold and red dotting his body. His eyes were a deep orange, accompanied by a beaded necklace of the same colour. As he walked, pieces of light gold armour shifted on his limbs, making small clicking noises whenever he moved. He walked in silence, a quiet expression of focus on his face.

He rounded a corner to open a beautifully carved doorway, leading to an expansive room, lit with soft golden light by a massive stained glass window. In the centre of the room was a small figure, sitting on a soft pillow and holding out her forearm for a withered-looking bird. Her ears were drooped in despair, as she stroked the creature lovingly.

“He’s not got much more time,” she whispered once she felt the dragon’s presence in her room. “Moksha, my dear. Come sit,” the smaller dragon invited, patting a spot beside her on the pillow. Moksha did as he was told, walking silently over to where his mother was resting.

She leaned against him, looking down at her feathered friend with pained eyes.

“You did me great service,” she breathed to her bird. “Thank you.”

The hybrid felt his heart sink. Juniper’s bird had been there since the moment he had hatched. He had grown used to the creature’s cries, signaling that his mother was down again. He would struggle to leave his mother alone, knowing that there was no longer a fail safe for if she had another seizure.

After releasing Sunflower into the sky for the last time, where he would search for a peaceful place to rest forever, she smoothed back her own ears and wiped her eyes. Turning back to her son, she kissed him on the forehead.

“Where have you been all day?” she said quietly, trying to move past the end of her beloved pet. He frowned at her.

“I was out with Beetle,” he explained. Beetle was the son of Rove, who was an advisor to Juniper and had been for many years. His mother nodded.

“Be back by sundown to take care of your little sisters,” she asked him, chuckling at his exasperated expression. “They miss you. They want to see their brother again.”

Her gaze traveled again to the scar on his wrist, before snapping back up to him.

“Alright? Alright. I will see you soon. Je t’aime,” she said, nuzzling him once more before pushing him out the door, despite being half the size of him.

Moksha closed the door and sat outside it, leaning against the doorframe. He let out a sigh,

So what are they up to, anyhow?

The rest of this series can be found here

***

“Bye!… Bye!!!” Jeruzz exclaimed happily down the hallway, waving his tail rapidly…

as Gavin quietly facepalmed.

“This is entirely your fault, you know,” his foreman chuckled.

“I know,” Gavin replied with a rueful smile.

“See you tomorrow!!!” Jeruzz called out, “… Bye!!!”

He slithered happily into the office.

“Ssshe wass ssso niceth!” the exclaimed his jaw hanging open slightly in his equivalent of a smile.

His jaw shut as he looked at the expressions of the people in the office.

“… Whath?” he asked as his eyes widened, “Did I do ssomething bad?”

“Jeruzz...” Gavin said carefully.

“Am I in trouble?!?” Jeruzz wailed in agonized confusion. ”Whath did I do now?!?”

“Jeruzz!” Gavin said a bit more forcefully, “You are definitely NOT in ‘trouble’.”

“I’m noth?” he asked, “Then why are you all looking at me like thath. Thath the ‘You messsth up.’ look!”

“I need to make this very, very clear.” Gavin said carefully, “You are NOT in trouble and I am NOT reprimanding you nor will you experience any reprisal of ANY sort.”

“Oh no!” Jeruzz wailed, “You are thalking all funny! Thath meansss thath I REALLY messedth up!… WHAT DID I DOOOO?!?”

“You didn’t mess up, Jeruzz,” Gavin smiled as the room all chuckled despite itself. (It was impossible to stay mad at the danger noodle.) “I did. I made the mistake of not clearly defining my expectations… again...”

Gavin looked at the tablet in his hands and winced.

“When I told you to ‘help’ the nice lady from during her visit,” Gavin said trying not to burst into laughter, “I meant to unlock doors, fetch records, let me know if she needed anything specific… maybe get her a coffee or some lunch if she wanted… I did not mean ‘help’ as help find extra things to gig us on!”

“… but you sssaid helpth her...” Jeruzz said in a small voice. “Oh no! Am I going to get—“

Gavin snatched a spray bottle off of his desk and pulled the lever, sending a harmless jet of water at Jeruzz.

“Bad Jeruzz!” Gavin shouted, “Bad! You are NOT getting fired! If we were going to fire you over some stupid bullshit we would have done it before now, dummy! In fact, this time, we couldn’t if we wanted to! You’re a fucking whistleblower now, asshole!” he laughed.

“A whsthleblower?”

“A tattle tale,” the barrel chested woman snickered. “You told on us,” she grinned.

“Oh no!” J