OK THEN
The Awakener had some acquaintance with being suddenly abducted from a planet's surface and whisked off into space by shady and probably illegal personages, so he would have considered himself relatively prepared for this, but last time it had been a lot more personal and he'd been told what was up pretty much as soon as he was conscious. This was just kind of worrying.
It seemed like they were rebels, which was pretty much a thing that he could get behind, but you could never really be sure with border-raiding rebel factions. These ones didn't seem particularly hostile – not now that they were done razing the hivestructures of the unjust oppressor, anyway – but in his experience people who didn't seem particularly hostile frequently tended to become pretty fucking hostile if, for example, his dark glasses got knocked off, even if they did oppose the cruel and unjust caste system that made that a problem in the first place.
He tugged his hood over his head a little more and did his best to make himself relatively inconspicuous amongst the little throng of similarly kidnapped trolls while he tried to take a few deep calming breaths and stock of the situation, but unfortunately he couldn't come up with much better than "Shit, shit, shit, I am trapped on a spaceship with no way off and I am probably going to die."
It wasn't a very confidence inspiring summation of events. He'd dealt with worse and got out okay, but, well, there was a first time for everything.
It seemed like they were rebels, which was pretty much a thing that he could get behind, but you could never really be sure with border-raiding rebel factions. These ones didn't seem particularly hostile – not now that they were done razing the hivestructures of the unjust oppressor, anyway – but in his experience people who didn't seem particularly hostile frequently tended to become pretty fucking hostile if, for example, his dark glasses got knocked off, even if they did oppose the cruel and unjust caste system that made that a problem in the first place.
He tugged his hood over his head a little more and did his best to make himself relatively inconspicuous amongst the little throng of similarly kidnapped trolls while he tried to take a few deep calming breaths and stock of the situation, but unfortunately he couldn't come up with much better than "Shit, shit, shit, I am trapped on a spaceship with no way off and I am probably going to die."
It wasn't a very confidence inspiring summation of events. He'd dealt with worse and got out okay, but, well, there was a first time for everything.

no subject
He walked on in silence for a few moments, looking contemplative, and then straightened up a bit with a wistful little smile. "I'm glad," he said, "that someone is doing this. I mean, when I was still on Alternia, before I knew about – anything, before I knew anything at all, I had a friend who was basically a shoe-in for this shit, I mean ... really great at other stuff besides moving shit around with his brain, but in the end I don't think they would have cared. Like, he would have been more use to them other ways, and I used to think ... I used to be jealous – but that's not even the point, is it. They just want to make everyone think that this one thing is the only thing they're good for, and who even cares what a fucking waste it is, and –"
He shook his head.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is it's nice to think someone might get him out of there. It's not very often other people give me something to be hopeful about."
no subject
Before it had a chance to last though, she shook it off, laughing weakly in the way one does when they don't know what else to say.
"Well, the bigger we get, the more it'll happen. We're getting pretty fucking good at this, you know. I like to think there's some hope for all of us."
no subject
"Yeah," he said. "I think so. There's only so long things can go on like this – there's a lot of complacency with the people who could really make a difference, and, you know, there has been for a while, but... I think that can change."
no subject
"So you grew up on Alternia, huh? Maybe that shouldn't be surprising, but nobody really has any clue what your actual deal is." She glanced up and down his body, like she was trying to see something she hadn't before. "How did you even get off of that shitmine?"
no subject
no subject
"Yeah, I dunno. You're still a troll, right, so I guess it's cool to hear like...how things actually happen." She shrugged back at him, before sprinting lopsidedly ahead a few steps, to what appeared to be an elevator.
The button compressed and the doors opened, without her ever having touched them and with little more than a flash of silver light in her eye. She hopped inside.
"Here, get in. This'll take us right to the engine block."
no subject
"There's not much to hear about, really," he said. "They took me off Alternia and told me what I was meant to do, and then..." He sighed, not looking at her; when he did look back it was with a small, sad, apologetic smile. "It's not really that long a story, I'm sorry; it's just probably not the time."
He glanced round the interior of the lift, looking just a little apprehensive.
"...How long does this take to go down?"
no subject
The guard that had been following them, Helion, stepped in after them and the door swished shut. Starfall leaned back with the boredom of someone had who taken this lift many times, and gave the Awakener an uncertain look as it started to move.
"...I dunno, I mean, technically I think we're going up right now - the engine block is a bit more centrally located. I think it goes pretty fast though. Why? Not big on ascenders?"
no subject
Which wasn't to say he felt bad for being upset about what had happened to the cultists who'd lifted him from Alternia; anybody reasonable would be, but it shouldn't have happened in the first place. It didn't fit. He wasn't supposed to be contending with his own tragedies – other people had more than enough of them to keep him occupied.
He was fairly sure it was his fault, besides, and that if he hadn't been such an egregious little shit at the time then they wouldn't have died.
And that was why he was apprehensive – it had just sunk in that he was about to meet somebody who had even more grounds than most trolls to be disappointed by his essential inadequacy.
"Oh, no, it's fine," he said, laughing, because the ascender was if anything less cramped and claustrophobic than one or two of the spaceships he'd used over the last sweep or so. "I guess I'm just ... excited."
no subject
"Well, cool," she said. "From the sounds of it, Aero's pretty eager too."
The ascender, as promised, was suitably fast. The indicators above the door flashed by at an accelerated pace until it slowed at a level titled "engineering." The interface at the side of the door displayed an authorization prompt. Starfall pressed her fingers to the screen, and was greeted with a swift "access granted: captain starfall".
Once the door slid open, there wasn't much on that level to look at, besides a few doors of to the size, and a large gate straight ahead guarded by two trolls.
Starfall gestured for the Awakener to follow, and approached them.
"We're here to see Aero," she announced as they approached. "Can you ring us in?" The trolls immediate looked to the Awakener in an uncertain kind of awe.
"Uh, right," one of them, and touched what appeared to be a headset. He hesitated. "...Is this him?"
no subject
no subject
"Hey," he said. "Captain Starfall and the Awakener requesting entrance."
There was no auditory confirmation - just a lingering, indeterminate pause followed by the soft mechanical click and slide of the doors opening on their own. The guards stepped out of the way, Helion joining their ranks. Starfall gestured for the Awakener to follow, and took the first steps inside.
"Hey Aero," she called out. "We're here."
It was dark, in there. Purplish shadow outlined the shapes of sleek metal machinery mingled with deep tyrian biotech, tendrilled wires extending out into the darkness. It was hard to take in the details, with the rooms center piece and main source of light at present hanging in the far center.
The red and blue lights of the troll's eyes cut through the shadow like a beacon, sparks of their brilliance radiating off of their body and up through the bio wiring that suspended them like webs. The column was more refined than the typical image of a helmsman - fewer connection points and more practical supports. But three of the limbs that could be seen were amputated stumps, biotech flowing straight out of their ends.
The helmsman hardly stirred as they entered, their expression obscured by their flight visor as their head hung, lungs panting with sustained exertion. Four horns poke through a mess of black hair and reddish connections.
But as the Awakener entered, the trolls face finally lifted, their breath catching in their throat.
no subject
Perhaps, he thought frantically, it was just a weird coincidence, the red and blue and the two sets of mutant horns, but even as the idea crossed his mind he realised it was laughable – and then the helmsman lifted his head, and the doubt he was trying in vain to make room for was ousted completely.
"Sollux," he murmured. He couldn't find the words for anything else.
no subject
He didn't say anything, his head shaking slowly to himself like he wasn't sure whether to believe his own eyes. In the end he just forced himself to look away, head turning away to what limited degree it could.
"You know him?" Starfall asked quietly, uncertain but somehow not surprised.
no subject
"Sollux," he said more loudly, and took another step forward, an edge of desperation in his voice that was slight but threatened that this was only the tip of a vast iceberg of embarrassing emotional wordvomit. "Sollux, it's me."
no subject
The energy flowing across the wiring sparked more violently now.
"Don't..." he said faintly, with his own lips instead of the harsh computerized voice he'd used before. He choked on his words, his breath becoming quicker, more panicked. "Okay, you can go," the computer voice picked up where his real one had faltered. "You can go."
no subject
"Okay," he said. He glanced at Starfall, eyebrows raised slightly, as if seeking some kind of explanation from her, but also just eager to leave.
no subject
"Uh, fuck, um," she started eloquently, apparently searching for shred of a dignified way for them to leave the situation. "Alright, man. We'll let you focus on your boat stuff. They're going to be in to take you down right away, okay? We can talk more later if you want."
Sollux didn't reply, but he did relax a little as if the knowledge that the confrontation would be over shortly was enough to start calming his panic.
She reached out to put a hand on the Awakener's shoulder and started ushering him out - but before letting the door close she turned around to face Sollux again, for a few short moments.
"It's cool, Aero. You're going to be alright."
Silence lingered for a few more seconds, and with a sigh Starfall exited into the hallway outside.
no subject
"I'm sorry," he said, when Starfall rejoined him. "I'm sorry, I didn't know, I –" His voice cracked. "What happened to him?"
no subject
"I think I've got this covered now, you can go back to doing what were doing," she said.
Helion gave her a sort of 'yeah sure,' look, but just shrugged. As soon as that was covered, she started leading the Awakener back towards the ascenders.
"I don't know, a lot of stuff I guess," she said, like she was annoyed with the helplessness in her own tone. She glanced back towards the door again, and then shook it off. "I mean, even after you get out of a gig like helmsmanship there's a lot of baggage to deal with, and it sounds like he has a ton of crap on top of even that."
"Like..." She glanced over to him and away again. "I'm pretty sure with you a lot of it probably has to do with all the sweeps he's spent being convinced you were fucking dead."
no subject
"Well it wasn't like I could just get onto Trollian and tell everybody I knew what had happened," he hissed, a little too defensively. "I – shit. Shit, shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here."
no subject
"Why not?" she asked. "Don't you think this is good news for him, after he gets over the whole 'from beyond the culling pile' part?"
no subject
no subject
"Well, I mean, he did say you were an asshole but he's also been super fucked up over you being dead I guess? Like, he didn't even know about the Sufferer until like two perigee ago, so you'd think maybe he'd appreciate the long lost friend angle more..."
She put up her hands.
"Also, since when is you being less of a dick a bad thing?"
no subject
He trailed off, shaking his head in the manner of one who, put simply, just cannot deal with this at all.
"... You actually think he'd be glad to see me?" He hesitated. "Wait. Wait, fuck, are you saying he's talked about me?" His expression was somewhere between horrified, disbelieving and intrigued.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)