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Jan 18, 2020 6:17 PM
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From above, Aman is a (smooth, integrated -- it is not as if, after all, they never see it from above, and it wouldn't do for it to be ugly) patchwork.

There, a forest; there, a mountain --

And in the center two gigantic glowing trees, gold and silver.

It is peaceful, unlike, sometimes, the rest of the world.

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And then, there's a ship in the sky, along with her crew.

"Something isn't-" Esch starts, reaching out silently for all the minds that just suddenly aren't there.

"Everyone's gone."

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"Sensors are-" Arla starts, grasping at the console, "that- We're not where we were. Sensors have no accu-"

And then they're falling.

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Everyone lurches for the nearest solid surface.

Deaz swears, "Which of you screwed with my engines?!"

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Mirage (and from her quick glance around, everyone else) is too busy trying not to slide all over the bridge to respond.

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Except Raef. "Ma-Esch wouldn't let me!"

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There is a -- presence. Or presences.

They are rather loud.

sudden presence/incoming impact/attack?

The ship jolts, as the air around it begins to act in a distinctly unnatural fashion.

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Raef feels them immediately, and is immediately probing back.

Not attacking. Not attacking! That seems to be the important thing to get understood.

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It takes Esch a moment to focus on them, and not on the sudden lack of minds she was previously in contact with. But they're so loud. And Raef's dragging her mind with his.

Don't attack us. She stretches her mind further, trying to get a better read on these unexpected minds.

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Deaz notices the change in the way the ship is falling, even as she tries to halt their tumble. She can't focus on getting the engines back online right now, has to trust that someone else is doing that, and she strains to try and hold the substantial weight of the Liberator up as much as her powers can.

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not attacking you/trying to reduce impact

and another: how did you get here/what are you doing?

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...helpful. She tries to see if Deaz can spare time to give her the Liberator's specs and tolerances.

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Deaz manages to bring the spec into her thoughts without losing her somewhat vague hold on the Liberator's descent.

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Raef passes that information on - not as carefully redacted as he would've expected, but Deaz is definitely distracted right now.

No idea, and mostly falling.

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There is a pause, and the murmur of background conversations.

(They seem to be discussing ways to slow the ship down within those tolerances, with some aside fascination and desire to learn more about it after the present crisis is over from some parties. The technical discussion itself is difficult to follow.)

Meanwhile, the strange unnatural behavior of the air (and the mind behind it) seems to be trying to get the ship to glide in a certain direction, as well as slow its fall.

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And, rapid-fire and less overwhelmingly loud and deep, {I'm going to try to boost whatever it is you're using to slow down, with your permission; it would help to know what it is I'm trying to boost, though.}

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Deaz picks up on that statement, wonders if Esch purposefully steered it at her. Can't spare much thought except to tell Esch it's fine to explain.

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Esch carefully points Deaz's mind out. Kinesis. She moves things with her mind. I never looked into the ins and outs of it beyond that.

She hopes that's enough information.

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It appears to be.

It's not particularly comfortable; like she's overclocking something in her brain. But there is -- more --

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Deaz groans, grasping tighter onto the console in front of her and closing her eyes. She can stand the discomfort, it's not the worst she's ever felt - but it's the first time it's been like this in her brain. But the Liberator's weight feels less like it's tearing something as she tries to support it now, she can encourage it in the direction the air around it seems to want it to go.

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Between that and the air pulling on every bit of purchase it can find on the ship has, they gradually start to level off into something more like a glide and less like a dead fall.

According to the external sensors, they are being directed toward the ocean (and should be well over it by the time they reach sea level).

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"This ship is rated to land in water, right?!"

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Now that they seem less likely to about to crash to their deaths, Raef's enjoying the adrenaline surge of the descent. He grins over at Mirage. "Didn't you know Lianan vessels prefer to dock in water if they dock planetside?"

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Esch tries to stay focused on Raef's enjoyment, tries to keep focused on the loud, overwhelming minds, and not on the lack of everyone else. She's almost convinced this isn't their universe, but how that changed, she has no idea.

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They seem curious about her too -- or, at least, that seems to be the general interpretation of her interest, although someone sends her a sense of it's going to be okay, you're in good hands.

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Esch flinches ever so slightly at the seeming curiosity, and tries to seem uninteresting. She doesn't quite relax at the sense. It certainly seems to be helping, she sends back. Whoever's listening might also get a sense of not what I was worried about, but it's pretty clear that that's an unintentional projection.

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