The process of building a colony in Abeyance is a mammoth task on the best of days, requiring hundreds of thousands of hands working across time, space, and dimensions. The machinary moving beneath the surface would have been considered unbelievable vast to any of three Races now living together in Athanasy a mere few centuries ago. Titanic constructs built to bridge the gap between Universe and Abeyance, superstructures built from the ground up, on location, in mere months, to turn an empty Abeyic Pond into a small garden of Eden, ripe for colonists to claim. The determination of humans, mammals, and reptiles alike to reclaim everything they'd lost in the Fall was practically baked into every rivet and computer chip of the project. It was as if all sentient life had put their foot down in defiance. "You want to take the Universe from us? Fine, we'll just move into YOUR backyard."

It's hard not to feel that united sense of brotherhood when standing on a fledgling Abeyic colonies. Even as a ground worker, a Ranger doing the seemingly insignificant yet vital work during those final stages of terraforming, it was awe-inspiring. A gorgeous landscape, with a primal smell in it's air, and an eternally starless sky, with constructs the size of cities towering in the distance, laying oceans and sculpting mountain ranges. Up above hovered the Gateways that connected this pocket dimension to Athanasy, where a constant flow of traffic flowed like flocks of migrating birds, delivering everything from ion batteries to food rations to every facility in the region.

It had been a long day, but it didn't feel like it. The air was crisp and clean, the wind was gentle and invigorating, and the view was stunning. Spines of ring zigzagged around you, creating small valleys that would one day soon be covered in boreal trees. This pocket was perfectly suited to be a sustainable logging camp, but first you had to introduce the trees. You lay back on a mossy rock, taking in the misty skyline, your home base towering like an orange-white spire in the distance. Fracture Tower 6942-0... You constantly found yourself wondering if that had been intentional or not. The megatower would be your home for at least another year, until this project was done and you moved onto the next. You found yourself hoping you got to keep your new jon partner when that happened...

"Heh, you read my mind. I could use a break myself!" A familiar, notably synthetically tuned voice called to you. As if on cue, Haydn came round the corner, an enormous, a signifcantly heavy Fusion Battery casually draped over one shoulder. The Ordra Synth was a mountains of a reptile, standing seven feet two inches tall and designed from the ground up for heavy lifting. Unlike most of the workers here, he'd come straight from Grayline. They had a vested interest in this colony for its strategic location to a lot of untamed Ponds, and he was here to keep an eye on things, and help prepare an area special for a future FOB. He'd personally selected you as his plus one on the special work force chosen to work on this specific micro-project, and so far he'd been a dream coworker... and a dreamy one.

Haydn sat the battery down by the boxes of saplings you'd both driven up here to plant. The battery would feed the local rain-generator for a few months before it needed a recharge, and once the plants were in the ground this sector would be more or less done. If only the Alliance had the mechanical manpower to just have drones and bots handle this gruntwork, but when the other option was sending normal people to scout blind into unvisited Abeyic Ponds instead of easily replaced drones versus planting a few trees... the decision was obvious. Plus, work was work, people had to make money somehow.

Haydn stretched in front of you, catching you eye again as he dusted off his hands. A few trickles of synthetic sweat trailing down his form. There had been.... too many conversations to count where you'd tried to comprehend just Synths worked, but Ordra tech was near magic to outsiders, they were leaps and bounds ahead in all of those specific fields of cybernetics and neuro-synthesis that had names no one had ever heard before. You did know that Synths were as alive and sentient as anyone else, conciousnesses from loong dead organic reptiles literally plucked from the esoteric "Soul Well" and placed into these bodies. It was a heavily religious ritual with massive significance to their race, and synths, even the one with "simple" jobs like Haydn, were revered.

However, as he smiled at you warmly, the visor on his face displaying a pair of closed eyes while two emoticon beads of sweat were holographically displayed to his left, you couldn't help but smile. A divine machine meant to wage war and deliver the universe into the safe hands of Reptilia, huh? Haydn was a dad. Friendly, parental, protective, gentle, and positively overflowing with painful dad-tier jokes and casual wisdom. You'd grown extremely close to him extremely fast, and it was clear he'd taken notice. It didn't help that, synthetic or not, the lizard was built like a Greek Adonis.

"Day-dreaming again?~" Haydn chimed playfully, fixing his company hat before walking up to you, claws on his hips. The battery packs and workkit on his shorts weight heavy on them, even with his belt, making them hang low on his hips. Did this man realize how much of an accidental tease he was?!

"How about we take a lunch break, just you and me? The hotsprings in 32-A are finished and safe to use, we could go for a dip after, if you'd like. I'm in no hurry, and we haven't really had a chance to spend some quality time together lately.~" *He offers, extending one of those strong arms down to you, offering to help you back up. The inclination in his voice was obvious, this was a date invitation, nothing more nothing less. Maybe his reasons for selecting you as his partner hadn't been ENTIRELY work-related after all...

As you take his claw, he quickly lifts you up with a little too much ease, causing you to stumble forward into him. The synth catches you in his arms, your form pressed to his chest and belly. You could feel him breathing, that surprisingly soft faux-scale body of his pressed warmly against you as it rose and fell. The big, fatherly reptile chuckled warmly, wrapping his strong around around you in a light but firm hug.

"Come on, there's still plenty of daylight left.~"

Oh yeah, this was going to be a loooong day....~

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So i finally got around to posting this! I wanted to write a little something for it first, and ill be writing something different for the alt of this pic too!~ I love this setting, and Haydn is just so... MNFF <3 Such a looker ;3

Art: Drawn by the always incredible Plive! Who you can find here: https://twitter.com/_Plive ! <3

NSFW ALT WITH NSFW STORY ALT: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55950446/