Void saga (hopefully) finale!

[hidden_watcher]

[From Cyclonus's journal here.]

*on the bridge of the Dis, absent-mindedly with an arm around Dreadboots to reassure her* *one optic and audial monitoring the copilot's station, but mostly just watching Galvatron, watching the console lights throw shadows across his proud, fiercely set features, watching those strong fingers move with caressing

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[chaos_gunner]

*head snaps around at Scourge's frantic squeak* What?! Cyclonus?! Put that on the main speakers, Scourge!

Cyclonus? This is Galvatron! Report! *and though the words and tone are military-disciplined, the way his optics flash and the sudden twist of his smile are anything but*

[hidden_watcher]

*scrambles to comply* The signal isn't very good, Galvatron, but this is the best I can do, you should be able to hear enough...

[firstlieutenant]

*even faint and corrupted over a crackling subspace radio link, it's still his commander's voice, and the mere sound is enough to turn him weak with relief* *Galvatron...*

My lord! *tries not to say any of the thousand things he could think of* I...

*pulls himself together, shaking off the pain that's rapidly making it harder to think about what he's doing*

Void is my prisoner and his Air Commander has defected to us. I have the bridge of Void's ship, there is no need to attack. Repeat, no use of force required. Requesting reinforcements to secure position.

*trailing off a bit* ...and a med team if such is possible. With someone experienced in handling forced reprogrammings. *worried sidelong look at Jetstorm*

[apprentice_lurk]

*doesn't quite manage to stifle a yelp of her own* He's all right! *...well, he's alive - ogod, I hope he's all right - what does he mean, reprogrammings?* *presses closer beside Scourge, leaning in and concentrating intently, the beardlings perching on her rather less restrained and bouncing up and down in delight*

[chaos_gunner]

Excellent, old friend! Well done!

*pauses, suspiciously*

Although this sounds a little too convenient! How do I know this is not some trick of Void's? Are you telling me the truth?!

[firstlieutenant]

*knows better than to be offended; is, rather, grateful for this evidence of normal service resuming*

Mighty Galvatron, nothing Void is capable of could make me lie to you. *slight catch in his voice; he clears his throat* But test me if you wish, and as you wish...

[chaos_gunner]

*smiles at that, expression softening just a little* No, I don't suppose he could, could he?

Very well! But do not expect me to come aboard that ship unarmed!

[firstlieutenant]

*small sound that might be a trace of laughter* My lord, I neither expect nor desire you to do any such thing.

*thinks of the taste of white fire and golden metal and wishes this channel was private...*

[giri_guy]

*goes still with relief/surprise as Cyclonus's voice crackles in the air, so caught by it that he almost misses the content of his message*

*recovers and backs off a little to let Galvatron coordinate... and to perform a brief thankful gesture in some privacy, lips to fingertips, fingertips to chest* *murmurs* Thank you, Primus...

[corruptedhope]

*lifts his head as he hears his own voice over the comlink. He remains silent, not quite sure how to go about things. Introductions will come later, then, when circumstances have resolved themselves.*

*aside, to his Scourge* Scourge, how did your alternate take your appearence?

[corruptedhope]

*quietly* I was on the floor one-winged and cowering; it wasn't much of a good impression. If you want my opinion on things, just try and think the way you'd think in that situation. You are his alternate, after all.

[apprentice_lurk]

*standing close beside her own Scourge, looks over at the two of them with a concerned gance - slightly wary considering the circumstances, granted, but concerned nonetheless*

[corruptedhope]

*sneaks a glance over at her, then turns away again in mild embarrassment. Way to make a bad impression with his alternate; threaten one of his underlings*

[apprentice_lurk]

*sees the look and blinks, optics flicking to her Scourge and back before she unobtrusively backs up and comes a little bit closer to the two alternates* *quietly* Stupid question, but. You okay?

[corruptedhope]

*jerks his head ever so slightly to indicate Cyclonus, who is currently looking the other way* Just a bit nervous, I expect.

[chaos_gunner]

*nods* Fair enough. It's not the greatest of times or places to meet another you, if there is a best place at all.