trans_9 | Of Muppets and White Whales

It's her second time in the hangar, it had taken her a bit to get enough out of her way to have some 'free time'. And her first was limited to cutting bits off of a Gundam to make new wingdings for Nightwing. With Spacewalk fully repaired, her supply of sonar beacons to drop in the vents exhausted, and a water recycling device for a washing machine fully created, she's ready to explore what-all ships and vehicles are readily available for use.

Many of them she recognizes. Some from popular science fiction shows. Some from history. Dozens of modern, or near-modern vehicles. She'd considered touring the Millennium Falcon, but it seemed that people with a claim to it were already on board, and she didn't feel like getting caught in there and having to explain that she was just looking through for the hell of it.

Her aimless wandering becomes a lot more aimless when her sensors direct her to a familiar shape. "The Pequod." She breathes lightly and lands next to it, mentally turning it on and ordering the doors to open. The ship reacts, clue enough that it's hers. Indigo steps inside, performing a full spectrum scan. Sure enough, the entire ship, especially the flat surfaces, are coated with her team's DNA. Largely Arsenal and Grace's. She slides her hand along the consoles, smiling a little to herself, and turns the chair around. Sure enough, just where she left him... "ANGEL!" She beams and picks the wee little puppet up, squishing him in her arms.

She plops herself into her seat and relaxes. It's a piece of home. It shouldn't make her feel so different, it doesn't make any sense for it feel different, but... Especially after the disaster that was the Spacewalk, it's... Nice.

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"What is that?"

Zuko's seen some odd puppets in his time, but that one takes the cake.

Indigo glances over at Zuko, then lifts Angel up for a better view. "It is a muppet." This probably does nothing to explain further, so she clarifies. "A puppet of vinyl and foam." Indigo's not the type to play with them though, or else she'd demonstrate the doll's puppety features.

"I meant what's it supposed to look like?" Zuko doesn't know what vinyl and foam are, but he probably doesn't care. "It looks angry and I wouldn't want it in the same room I sleep in."

These are just his impressions, of course.

Roy had needed to wonder for a bit. He'd been hiding out in his room for so long now, that he didn't even want to think about anything else. So he had wondered around Stacy. He'd tried to find Lian in the pods, but he couldn't make out one person from another. He had then tried the Sensoriums, but it just wasn't the same. So he had left the room and started his search again. He was just about to go and track down Dick, when he happened upon the hanger.

He stepped inside and had to laugh at seeing some of his childhood favorite sci-fi shows ships. It was a bit crazy, but it did bring a smile to his face. Then he spotted her. His Prequod. It couldn't be anything but. He stopped moving and just stood there for a moment. Then he moved towards the doors, a bright smile on his face.

"Honey, I'm home!"

She knew who it was before Arsenal even got within a hundred feet of the Pequod. The doll is set down carefully, and she makes her way to the doors, ordering them open. Indigo grins at him, allowing him half a second to process her presence before jerking forward and snaring him in a hug.

"It's good to see you, Arsenal."

Roy was sure that his heart had pretty much got caught in his throat.
Indigo was here. Had Dick mentioned that? He couldn't remember now,
and he didn't care. She was here. A part of his family was here and
not in those damn pods.

He wrapped his arms around here and laughed as he hugged her.

"Indy, my girl! Man am I happy to see you."

"I thought you would say that." She smiles and backs up a bit, then moves right to business in true Indigo fashion. "The Pequod is just as when we left it. I trust you've already spoken with Nightwing about the situation on board this ship. If not, I can do so." Had he really expected something else?

"Winger mentioned a few things. Mostly about how our world has been destroyed, and all our loved ones are in those pods." He didn't want to think about that right now. He wanted to think about happier things.

"He didn't mention that the Pequod was here, or you for that matter. At least I don't think he mentioned it. Might have, but I might have been lost in the fact that I've lost nearly everything."

She somehow doubts that Nightwing 'forgot' to mention her. More likely, Arsenal hadn't been paying attention to his old friend, for whatever reason. The trauma that the discovery caused would explain that.

"There are several billion pods. The odds of Lian being in there are extraordinarily high." She figures that's his top priority. "She likely hasn't been released yet because the situation isn't safe enough for it." Indigo turns around and starts to head back into the ship. "All is not lost. We still have a chance."

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