Cruel Fate

[Heuschrecke]

Adaptation.

The cockpit of the Roc was dimly lit by the control panels, it throwing up alerts from the changed hull of the vessel. A crackly laugh echoed, a blend between one from a human and something quite alien. Technology unable to understand the endured changes, the form's song broke out again, the remaining matter from the outer hull transformation being brought into the cargo bay of the ship. The control panel and its manual control inputs almost boiled away, conforming to the shape of the cockpit rather than protruding out for human input. The same shift in song from before, unintelligible to the human ear yet shaping a single control panel for some essential inputs through the pilot, though far more responsive to touch and thought.

The previously artificial light inside the ship was replaced with a naturally emitted blue from the nomad material. Everything had changed inside it, including the power relays. What was once a useful bomber had become a formidable tool against Humanity. The lightbearer stepped out of the Roc, striding purposefully over towards Tessa, standing over her as she lay there through her integration. As it was her DNA woven into the hull, only she could make use of its full potential, being the most compatible to connect both mind and body to it. The second vision faded, returning her to her own thoughts inside the pilots seat.

As she sat there, the realisation sunk in. The 'Engel' had become a part of her as much as she was a part of it. With such a change, she knew the ship would need to take on a new name, carve a new legacy out of the seas, light a new path between them. A secondary thought for the moment, as she laid back a little. It took a moment to figure out that it had moulded to her figure perfectly, applying pressure only exactly where needed. It was almost as though it was made for her to be there.

A growing desire to fly once more arose inside. whisking away all others.