Cruel Fate

[Heuschrecke]

Ascension.

It took time, but it did. The reduced overload allowed her to slip back into consciousness and realise she was no longer restrained. Opening her eyes also showed her surroundings to have changed. The room was gone, replaced with a large hangar space reaching further than she could see. Despite it being fairly dim, only illuminated by the pulsar of the system, it was enough to make out the silhouette of her ship. Weiss' Engel Four. An "Engel" no more, and most definitely no longer in service to Imperial Shipping.

She couldn't see the others working in the hangar, but she could sense them. Their minds, their thoughts. They worked in harmony. None of them were carriers of Light, but still they did what needed to be done as it was needed. Almost like a rehearsed dance. Her gaze drifted over to her ship again, feeling as though something was different about it. Approaching slowly, her right hand reached up and touched the underneath of the lower fin. It took a moment to sink in.

Warmth. Her ship was warm to the touch, not the normal chilly hull plating feeling that accompanied alloy, but the radiating warmth of almost being alive. She gazed at the hull, noticing the usual yellowish plating had become more of a greyish blue material. One she didn't yet know the origins of. She made her way around to the front of the vessel, climbing up into the cockpit through the open hatch. One look around gave her slight pause. There was a control panel, but no manual flight inputs. A quizzical thought towards the presence returned her slight mockery from it.

Guidance by thought within; 'Lightbearer'

In response, she sat down in the ship. Almost immediately upon willing it to start up, the hum of the reactor greeted her ears.