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trans_92010-04-29 08:13 pm
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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.
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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Zuko's seen some odd puppets in his time, but that one takes the cake.
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These are just his impressions, of course.