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]

[clean thread since everything has gotten a bit muddled above]

All right, Cyclonus! Stand by!

*laughs, for no real reason other than sheer relief and delight that things seem to be finally back on track around here!*

*under Galvatron's guiding hands, the Dis emerges from whatever mysterious dimension its drives take it through. There are no wormholes or coloured blurs, Unicron gave it no such petty flash - rather, the giant ship is simply, suddenly there, decelerating to come smoothly alongside the Cocytus, looming like a vast iron ghost above Void's pale mirror-ship*

*looks out at the other vessel* Cyclonus! Can you let us on board or do we have to cut our way in?

[blackwingdove]

*Of course the ship can tell he's there. She can pick out each individual Stunticron: Dead Air and Bereaver as they work on her internal repairs, Immolator as he tries to get to the bridge to find out what the frag is going on. She can sense Rodimus Void in his shackles. She can feel Cyclonus and Jetstorm and all of his brothers on her bridge. She is not blind within her own domain.

Though she is keeping certain of her crew blind. Deceit is in her love, though she masks it behind the desire to keep them from undue harm.*

~~You are the dead Herald.~~

*The Cocytus reaches out and prods at him experimentally.*

[chaos_gunner]

*pitch of voice rises a bit* Why does everyone keep saying that? Do I LOOK dead to you?

*prods back! - not unkindly, just establishing a kind of I am Galvatron, I exist, you would do well to take me seriously! paradigm* *and his mental touch is very definitely alive, vibrant and warm and exhilarating even when laced with a certain degree of snappishness*

And you are...?

[blackwingdove]

~~Rodimus Void has your head.~~

*She gives the impression of a cheerful smile, not necessarily because of his dead/not-dead state, but seemingly in response to his prod. Her own touch is vivacious but chill, leaving a sense of almost-phsyical cold.*

~~I am the Cocytus.~~

[chaos_gunner]

*pained look* He's also got my lieutenant, and I'm not too pleased about that either!

*can't help smiling back, though. It's a rare thing for someone to greet him with such spirit.*

[blackwingdove]

~~And Bunny-Ears has Jetstorm. ^__^~~

[chaos_gunner]

*headtilt* You sound remarkably pleased about it!

*touches his hand to the Cocytus' airlock wall, as he would with the Dis* *teasing-thoughtful* I might almost think you were on my side...!

[blackwingdove]

~~I am on Dead Air's side. What's best for him just happens to coincide with what's not best for the Void.~~

*There is no teasingness in her; this is scored in icy lines, something that must not be taken lightly, not even by this arisen Herald.*

[lavender_wings]

*follows Galvatron's lead... walking through the docking tube isn't comfortable, exactly (she's built for the sky, not the void of space), but determination overrides all discomfort... there's a quiet alertness to her movements*

[giri_guy]

*It takes several tries for Rodimus to navigate the docking tube - he's a spacer by necessity, but definitely not by build - but eventually he manages, and touches down on the Cocytus's deck just behind everyone else. He pauses a moment, bemused by the spectacle of Galvatron talking to the empty air.*

*murmurs* Yes, I know... *puts a hand over his brandmark, optics dimming* ...you don't have to tell me he's here.

[corruptedhope]

*Alt-Cyclonus and Scourge follows behind Rodimus. He shows very little nervousness, but he keeps touching Scourge, almost reassuring him* Come on. We need to find him.

[corruptedhope]

*It might be noted that Scourge is walking with his optics half-shut, practically clinging to Cyclonus. He doesn't want to set foot on this ship, not when he knows who it contains and that echos of his screams and those of his Sweeps still resonate throughout its structure* Just give me a bit. I'm coming. *but the need to take back what is theirs is managing to make him work through his fear*

[blackwingdove]

~~Scourge!~~

*The Cocytus reaches out to telempathically embrace the alternate. The experience has been cited by Sideways as having a wendigo pick you up and squee over how adorable you are. But even Jetstorm thinks Sideways is weird.*

[corruptedhope]

*Scourge cowers back against Cyclonus at the terribly familiar embrace.* H-hello. *it's not that the ship isn't nice enough, but he doesn't completely trust it*

[blackwingdove]

*The ship pulls back somewhat, loosening her embrace to the equivalent of a friendly arm about the shoulder.*

~~They did slipshod work on your wings.~~

[corruptedhope]

*mutters* As long as I don't lose them again, I'm happy with the results. *relaxes just a touch, still wary of everything* Void?