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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.

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And it's at that that her grin fully returns.

"It's taken a while, but at this point, I'd say that we're a match for almost any defense colony in the sector. We've actually been playing pretty cautious up till this point, building up resources and things like that. You kind of showed up at an interesting time though, we've never really done something on that scale before. We figured it was time to start breaking some shit."

She made a face, cracking her neck. "'Course we still wouldn't last a second against the spearhead but you gotta start somewhere."

He hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe one day. I mean, things are supposed to change soon." He spread his hands, and smiled. "That's what the scriptures say, anyway, and it looks like you're onto something here ... how many of you are there?"

Starfall smiled back, and then looked contemplative, like she was adding up numbers in her head. "I don't know - you'd have to ask higher up for the exact numbers. But I know we've got at least three other big warships like this, and bunch of destroyers to back them up. It varies. We've got some huge carrier for transport type shit too. Mostly we camp out in a solar system not far from here."

"That hardest part is like...keeping everything manned, I guess. Infantry is pretty small, I guess, but a lot of them are mostly psionics. We've got a lot of civvies too, doing stuff for us. Help keep things running, and we protect them, that sort of thing."

She thought for another moment.

"Daybreak is probably technically bigger than this ship, but it's also old as balls."

The Awakener was clearly impressed even if, if he was completely honest, he didn't know shit about this kind of thing beyond what he'd seen in movies, having completely skipped out on any kind of military training. It sounded good. It also sounded like they'd be completely fucked as soon as the Empire got enough of an idea of what they were doing to consider them an actual threat, but...

He hesitated. He wanted to say, things are going to change, I can feel it, the writings say so, but it was one thing to tell that to people who badly needed hope but weren't in any position to affect anything – these rebels, by the sound of it, were different. If they did turn out to be the kind of people who'd take what he had to say to heart, who'd believe him if he told them that there was a new future in the stars and he'd been hatched to bring the word ... it was tempting, but considering they were apparently already confident enough that they thought it was time to start breaking shit (he wasn't sure how he felt about that at all), it certainly didn't sound like they needed the inspiration or anything.

Instead he just nodded, and smiled, and said, "Nice. Damn. This ... will certainly be something to tell people about."

Starfall smiled, excited, as if having gained his approval was somehow an inspiration in itself. "Fuck yeah," is all she said for a moment, silent for a moment as if contemplating the possibilities, before something seemed to strike her.

"Haha, wait, shit. Spaceships are great and everything, but I've been totally omitting telling you about something that is probably way more relevant to your interests." She straightened up - this was something she evidently wanted to deliver to him correctly, like someone anticipating surprising someone. "Like I was saying, the Aerolith is a pretty fucking big deal around here lately. But it's not just because of the ship. It's who came with it."

"You've gotta know all about the scripture, right? How much do you remember about, say...the Psiioniic?"

For a moment he looked almost offended that she was even suggesting that he might remember any less about any of the scripture than basically everything (even if it had been a pretty long time since he'd read the whole thing), but then the potential implications of what she was saying sunk in, and he sat up a little straighter, his ears pricked forward.

"Wait, do you mean – shit, you said it was part of the Imperial escort swarm, didn't you?" He boggled unashamedly. "Are you saying..."

"Not him," she said, leaning forward with the intensity of what she was going to say. "Not yet. But his descendant."

She almost bounced in her seat.

"Can you believe it? You and the Psiioniic's descendant are on the same fucking ship!"

That was, apparently, even more of a surprise, going by look on his face.

It had honestly never occurred to him that any of the Sufferer's followers would even have descendants – not that it seemed improbable or anything, but the thought had never once crossed his mind.

"Oh my god," he said. "I – holy fuck, are you serious? This is ..." He trailed off, staring. He wasn't sure what it was, actually. He was having trouble working out whether he was excited or terrified.

"Extremely serious," she replied, beaming. "Apparently he was drafted into military service a sweep or two ago. Makes sense that he'd be the one to do something totally fucking unprecedented, right? The Empress must have known - she had like this entire ship tailored to him."

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"Oh my god," he said again, eloquently. "This must be – destiny or something? I need to meet him. Can I meet him? You have to let me meet him."

"Well," Derjun started, opening his mouth to say something for the first time in a while, but Starfall roared on without him.

"Oh, totally. I bet he'll want to meet you too - I mean, we had no idea if it'd ever even happen and...well, it'll probably have to wait until he's been unhooked, but we've already dropped out of hyperdrive so that will probably only take a few hours once we're back to base camp..."

Derjun continued to look uncomfortable with the subject, before finally saying: "Starfall, please set your own enthusiasm aside for a moment and consider that this may not be something we want to spring on him on short notice based on his..." He glanced at the Awakener, unsure of how how much to say, and eventually opted for, "...his profile."

Starfall blinked, and all at once whatever Derjun was alluding to seemed to occur to her. She immediately bit her lip.

"...Right, fuck. Um. Well...Maybe Santoz hasn't told him yet and..."

But before she could even finish that sentence, the intercom had clicked on, a raspy but harshly computerized voice speaking from the other side.

"Is he there?" it asked.

"I can wait," the Awakener started to say, "if it wouldn't be –"

He broke off when the intercom cut in, though, startled into momentary silence by the interruption. He stared around the room, and then looked cautiously back at Derjun and Starfall.

"Is that..."

Derjun nodded tensely to the Awakener, and Starfall shrugged with a nervous sort of helplessness before turning to where the intercom ostensibly was.

"Yeah," she said, trying to sound casual and doing a decent job of it, considering the worry in her expression. "We totally picked up the Awakener, Aero, can you believe it? How are you holding up in there?"

Whoever was on the other side didn't seem to be paying much attention.

"I want to see him." The voice glitched at the end, sounds starting to blur over top of each other. "^{Bring him here.} _{Let me see him.}"

Starfall frowned, glancing over to the Awakener sort of guiltily. "Is this okay?" she mouthed.

The Awakener was pretty obviously unnerved, but he nodded firmly all the same.

"Is he okay?" he mouthed back, as much on account of how worried Starfall looked as how deeply bizarre the computerised intercom voice was.

Starfall chewed on her lip again, and raised her hand to waggle it uncertainly. "I'll explain in a second," she mouthed again, and then turned to the intercom.

"Yeah sure, Aero," she said. "We'll be right over."

The intercom fizzled indeterminately for a moment before shutting off. Starfall let out a sigh of relief.

"God. Okay, I'll take him to the engine room." She pointed to the remaining guard at the door. "Helion, you're with me. Derjun, you keep sorting through the newbies, we can't keep them waiting all night." She started to get up from the table.

"Starfall," Derjun said, with less spite than his complaints before, and with more genuine concern. "Are you certain about this?"

She groaned. "As if he isn't going to break the ship in half just as hard if we leave him to wait in there, man, come on." She glanced up to look at the Awakener, an then pushed herself up fully. "We should go," she said to him, and moved for the door.

It only became apparent then, but with the shorts she was wearing, it became abundantly obvious that one of her legs was entirely artificial, all yellowish synthetic biotech and maneuverable lengths of metal. She walked with a pronounced limp, but paid no heed to it.

Well, this was just about the opposite of reassuring. The Awakener got up anyway, a little surprised by how quickly this was all happening.

He noticed the leg – it was hard not to – but declined to comment, partially because he didn't know if Starfall was the kind of troll who'd be happy to talk about missing limbs at the drop of a hat, but mostly because he had more immediate concerns.

"What's the deal?" he said, as he followed her to the door. He kept his voice quiet, even though it seemed like, with the intercom off, they weren't being listened to any more. "Is he ..." He made an awkward gesture with one hand. From the way Starfall and Derjun were talking, it sounded like the pilot was kind of ... troubled ... but he sort of hoped he could help with that? If he really was the Psiioniic's descendant then they were probably meant to meet like this, after all, and presumably the reunion of their respective legacies could only bring some kind of resolution to them both.

That was what he was trying to convince himself of, anyway. The part of him that thought things like 'this is stupid you cannot actually be the second coming of the Sufferer you are Karkat Vantas and you suck' was gently reminding him that he had no idea what this guy was going to be like, especially considering he himself was basically nothing like the Sufferer was, and there was no reason to expect anything at all except that it pretty much sounded like the Psiioniic's descendant was certifiably bugfuck insane.

The troll Starfall had called Helion followed them out, gesturing to a few other guards to take their place. They started heading down the hall at a steady but no especially rushed pace. The moment they were more or less on their own, Starfall turned to the Awakener with an apologetic half smile.

"Hey, sorry about that," she said as they walked. "It's really not as bad as it sounds. He just...he's only been with us for a couple perigee at this point, and the kid's had a pretty rough time from everything he's told us."

The Awakener nodded, frowning.

"What has he told you?"

Despite his better efforts he was already forming a mess of expectations, among them the hope of, perhaps, the opportunity for something somehow pale. (He'd found himself abundantly pale for multiple trolls over the course of the last sweep or so, but he'd always had to keep travelling. Perhaps this would be different – perhaps their mutual heritage would mean this would be someone he wouldn't have to immediately leave behind.)

She exhaled quietly, as if preparing to talk a lot.

"Well...when we first found him, he was the only one alive on a ship full of rotted corpses. He'd been there alone for, fuck, I dunno he says it was probably a couple perigee but who knows if his internal clock got all messed up. Just zipping all over the middle of fucking nowhere, stuck in the goddamn engine room. It looks like they put a lot of work into his programming, so dealing with that must have been hell. We don't even really know how he managed to break out in the first place, but..."

She'd been staring ahead for most of that explanation, but she glanced at him now. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out what he had to do to get to that point even. Don't think he was ready for it."

"... Wow," he said, quietly, after an extended pause. "Wow, holy shit." He was much slower to look back at her, and when he did his expression was full of doubt and dismay. "And he's okay to be flying this thing after ... a couple of perigees?"

She blew out air between her lips, running a hand through her wild hair.

"I don't know? I think so, but..." She started staring at the floor in front of her as they walked. "Thing is, we always give the choice. Liberating helmsmen is kind of our thing, right? Like...it's a big deal. And we always give them the choice of whether they want to just...go somewhere safe, to just be able to live however they want, or whether they want to fly with us."

She looked sort of embarrassed by her own uncertainty.

"Ever since we finished the modifications, he'd been saying he wanted to help. He's the only one that can fly this ship right now and...I think if anything, feeling helpless was killing him more than doing this again ever could." She shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, what better way to feel in control than to like...pilot something like this, however you want to? I think there's a lot to be said by reclaiming this shit instead of just avoiding it."

He nodded, slowly. "No, I get it. I mean, I guess being told whether you could or couldn't do it would be, like, the last thing you'd need, after something like that."

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."

She looked up to watch him as he spoke, at first with something a little like awe - like the idea of having someone like the Awakener talk about his past regrets was too strange to comprehend - and then with a more real sort of pity. Towards the end of his story though, her eyebrows creased like she'd made some kind of connection in her head, and she bit her lip with a fang like she wasn't sure whether or not to say something.

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."

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He didn't seem to have noticed her moment of uncertainty, apparently distracted by what he'd been saying; he pushed his hands into the pockets of his shabby coat and nodded, smiling a bit more broadly.

"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."

She was just a little bit distracted in her reaction, a slightly delayed but still enthusiastic "yeah, totally," before she paused contemplatively.

"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?"

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