Look - up in the sky...!

[thespaceopera]

Suddenly, the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden begin to move on their own... slowly, calmly, they drift to two different points, a certain distance apart, away from the other ships of the fleet. Then, just as slowly, they turn to face each other.

And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.

Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo toward each other, perfectly lined up for a head-on collision, and there is nothing to stop them. No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.

CRASH!!

As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one.

One ship that is... very clearly made up of parts from the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden, but somehow seems well put together, at least!

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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Golden and the SS Pathstone arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:

"Congratulations - SS Goldstone!
Happy Fusion!"




... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.

Comments

[spacebro]

I eat things made of meat. Nothing that can talk to me though.

[noprophecies]

I would hope not.

[spacebro]

So, how are you feeling about this whole... [Vague hand gesture.] Ship mashing thing?

[noprophecies]

I think it is going to be quite a bit louder, but I am familiar with Opal and Nightingale. [she nods to both girls] They are trustworthy, so I am not too concerned.

[spacebro]

Louder? That wouldn't be so bad. [The old ship was kind of sparse to him.] I met Opal when I arrived and I've seen Crowley at the bar.

[noprophecies]

Louder is terrible. [she liked the relative peace the Golden had] I do not know who Crowley is.

[spacebro]

Oh, he's a demon. [Said very casually since that word means nothing to him.] He has a bar on the Iskaulit.

[noprophecies]

A . . . demon. Who runs the bar.

[...] Aren't demons evil creatures?

[spacebro]

...Are they? [Oops?] I had never heard of them before.

[noprophecies]

The ones I know of are, but they are not - mm, they are from human religion?

For all I know there are good ones, I have just never heard of them.

[spacebro]

I don't know much about human religion. He didn't do anything bad to me.

[noprophecies]

That does not necessarily mean a thing. Just be careful.

[it's finally happened. She's found someone who knows less than her]

[spacebro]

[Maybe they should have cake to celebrate.] True. In that case, you be careful too.

[noprophecies]

[she huffs, though the tone is amused]

I am always careful.