Of dragons and rivers

[dragonlordbight]

The last few weeks had been quite...eventful to say the least. Waking up in that vast chamber, with no sign of Linsha or any of the eight brasses had been something of an experience. He had however managed to gather a good deal of information from the gathering afterward. Krynn was gone, destroyed by a force known as the Ohm, even after the gods had returned. It did seem that at least one other from Krynn was awake aboard, a draconian of all things, but nevertheless a draconian of particular interest, Kang, the draconian that had lead his people to found Teyr and to hold that nation together for fourty years past. One who had lead his army to Sanction in the final battle of the War of Souls, a fact that had aided in saving his city.
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Unicorns Take To The Skies [open]

[morphitudinous]

( Here in exposition-land... )

He'd learned from Trudy that it would be a wise idea to put his plans into motion (and complete them) as quickly as possible. Luckily, the initial designs and supply-gathering had already been completed. That just left him (and any volunteering assistants) to install the necessary rockets within the Zords. One night of continuous work had resulted in the completion of the Lion Thunderzord---under the paws, he'd found convenient places to install rockets. All he needed was a round of coffee, and he'd be able to get through one more.

Visitors would find him kneeling on a fairly long temporary high platform attached to the Unicorn Thunderzord, sporting a sleeveless mechanic's uniform and a coating of sweat and grease. One 'wing' of the zord had had its paneling removed, and his head was currently somewhere inside that mass of machinery running the new wiring through.

It might take a try or two for him to answer calls or come down the ladder. Sounds tend to echo when your head's in a giant unicorn.

Lower decks [Open]

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

It's the Hangar.

Okay, whatever, it's a hangar; close enough. And right now, in the Sensoriums at least, it's mostly empty. There are no ships docked inside, no land vehicles, no Engineering personnel wandering about tinkering with things. Which leaves quite a bit of empty space. It's actually kind of eerie how quiet everything is, actually.

After being introduced to the Valkyries, Zouichi is curious about those other modes. The fighter is something he's more familiar with; the other two are not, though he's beginning to understand how they have their uses.

He walks along the underside of the sleek VF-171, inspecting it from the outside, wondering what kind of circumstances would have required human engineers to create something like this. It had to have taken years, decades even, to perfect a transformable fighting craft. Two modes would have been an unmanageable nightmare. Three? All those components, not a one of which must be allowed to interfere with any others, even in vastly different configurations?
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Far From Home [Open]

[futureisclear.livejournal.com]

Ildraniath didn't go out of her way to avoid other members of the crew, but she certainly didn't invite their company either. Getting to know more of them, getting closer to a bunch of mon-keigh seemed counter-productive. It was like getting close to a set of tools or a particularly amusing and intelligent animal. Fulfilling in the short run, perhaps, but ultimately a bad idea in the long run. Besides, the less she had to deal with over-grown idiots the better.

So, she spent most of her time down in the city, wandering its streets, reflecting and planning. She'd have to do something eventually; either earn their trust or demand it. If she wanted to save her dying race, she would have to find a way.

Or simply remove the mon-keigh from the equation altogether. One of the two. She was still determined not to submit to them, however. Dd any of them really think she would trust them with her life, let alone the lives of other Eldar?

It did not help that her readings had been muddled and unclear of late. She paused at a street corner and then her eyes widened. Tucked almost out of sight behind a few squat, ugly-looking mon-keigh buildings was a familiar, smooth, curved form. All elegance and organic forms. Wraithbone. She hurried over, putting her palm against the side of the building. It did not quite resonate or hum as it would've aboard a craftworld. But... it was a building of her people. Nothing special - simply a dwelling. But to find it here....

She spent a long time simply staring up at it. Perhaps her race truly was doomed to fade into obscurity.

Open, Bathhouse, 2 years younger

[allnaturalseed.livejournal.com]

Cagalli in the bathhouse isn't an odd sight at all. It's pretty much her favorite place to relax alone, even if the 'alone' part ends up not working out for all that long, depending on the day.

If you don't really look closely, there's nothing out of the usual here, but beyond that... she's a bit smaller, her face just a little more youthful. She also looks like she's ready to slip into the water, just that little bit, and take a nice deep breath. Not that she's considering it, but she really wears her emotions out in the open.

"Father..."

Bendy-timed to just after the Superboy fight.

[puny-parker.livejournal.com]

For Peter, getting out of the City had been an extreme chore. He'd had to avoid Zetta and Superboy's fight, which was a lot harder than it sounded given the collateral damage caused by the pair. Not only that, but his arm, now broken, had definitely not gone through a clean break.

Carrying the shattered arm in a makeshift sling, the boy made his way, slowly and weakly to the medbay. Once there, he leaned on the doorframe with his good arm.

"A little help here?" he said weakly.

Power Within... [Open]

[saint-sami.livejournal.com]

Within the Sensoriums, Sasami sat idly in a room decorated with various items. Magical items, in fact. Not only did she have the potential for amazing magical power, but she also knew Tsunami's power was being locked away. If she could mix the two, she might be able to free Tsunami and end this silly conflict.

However, there laid the problem. Being bonded to a goddess, there was tons of power that could be used. At the same time, there was also various magic types out there, especially with what was being used on the ship. Negi was teaching her one style, but it was still very basic, even with her Pactio. There were others out there, too. Commander Nanoha had one style, and so did Councilman Matt. Evangeline was something like Negi, but she probably would never train her, especially after that outburst trying to help Negi. But, wasn't there others like Hay Lin-neesan or Aqua-neesan?

She let out a sigh. Maybe she was thinking too hard about this. She did have other stuff she could be working on at the moment, like her restaurant.

Or maybe she shouldn't be working at all...