The recent discussion on the comms had reignited Jaime's boundless curiosity and a desire to learn more about the ship that he and so many others found themselves riding across the multiverse. And what better way to find out more about the ship than to look at the hallowed command deck? There had to be something useful here, right?

Jaime seated himself at one of the various stations and peered intently at the panel. The chirruping buzz of Khaji's voice vibrated against the back of his mind.

Suggestio|\|: Frie|\|d Jaime: press butto|\|s.

"Yeah. Right. Good idea. Let's just push buttons on the bridge of the super powerful meatship." Despite his sarcastic rejoinder, the young man reached out and slowly pressed a switch.

Nothing happened.

"Not that one, then." He pressed another. Toggled a switch. This might go on for a while.

Title: Paths of Redemption
Location: Stacy; The Command Center




Recovery had been slower than he'd liked but it had come. Having gone through the Trances more than once, Renne had been able to mend most of the damage to his body and keep a watch on his Lifestone. With the thing entrusted to Jamie, questions had risen in his mind -- How would it react? What would it do?

The questions had turned seamlessly into thoughts of his Bondeds.

A song had begun to take shape in his head and he crawled, then slowly walked without really thinking of which route he was following until he'd reached the place. And he hadn't dared go too close to the building that to him, was the holiest of them all.


Thus, on his knees he now sits with both paws raised in the air, his head bowed and his voice singing a soft song of worship to a trapped wizard he sees as a god.

Having posted his call for the Rangers to report to the Command Center immediately whenever they had time, there was little Billy could do but stand in the circle of consoles and wait. With dim blue lights twinkling along the walls, he could just about see his hand in front of his face.

Maybe he should have asked someone to bring a flashlight.

Shaking that thought off, he started preparing a speech for the others in his head, reminding himself of all the rules and ideals. The threshold of a new beginning. What an exciting and nerve-wracking place to be.

I wish you were here, Billy thought as the light reflected off the empty glass tube. But wishing wouldn't bring anyone back, as the past year had proven. The Rangers were his responsibility now, and he'd have to improvise.

Starting with the first few Rangers. He hoped they would make it through the door safely, and further that they wouldn't trip.

((A guest will be dropping in already, but depending on how the conversation goes others might be asked to come by later. Let's go!))