Backdated to Nov 7, 2025
WC: 2,282 Daesva


It'd been a bit of a fit on her part, Kyrie would admit. She'd been trying for months to locate information about the Kyrval, namely anything that could be referenced for repairs or adapting other pieces via salvage to fit into the ship's systems. It wouldn't have been the first complex piece of machinery in her people's history to have required it, since they were cut off from the outside worlds. Enoch had been able to comb through the extremely limited data storage on the computer system in the hangar, finding the vast majority it could access was… corrupted at best, nothing more than a file name at worst. At the rate of things with her luck, she was half expecting the AI to pull up some file named All the Heralds of the Black Star and How to Destroy Them that had, like everything else, not a scrap of actual data or contents to it.

At one point when Enoch declared a series of files marked for the ship were fully corrupted, she made a dry joke about finding Secrets of the Moon Kingdom, Insider Reports All next.

The AI didn't understand the context, and promptly told her no such file could be found.

Attempting to throw a piece of jerky she'd been gnawing on did nothing, as Vellus flew in to snatch it up before it even left a smidge of oil on the terminal.

It was about that time that she gave up and reached out to Realta again. Explanations were given, at length, to the issues she'd been encountering, her lack of information, lack of know-how when it came to maintenance on such an intricate craft, lack of know-how to repair all the damages time and enemy weaponry had caused… Realta had listened, and accompanied her a few times back to her world, looking over the ship herself and making a series of notes. The Mauvian became especially excited, though, after she'd lamented to the cat that she wished she had a means to contact the Commodore of the Vanguard--his knowledge of advanced tech (versus Earth) and experience might lead to a heavy aid in something like this.

Realta had merrily trotted away after that trip to the hangar, and for a few days there was just silence. The feline came back then to Kyrie with a pleased expression and location for a meeting she'd arranged with, while not the Commodore himself, someone who could speak to him on their behalf. Kyrie just needed to provide as much information as she could to the project's extents and current condition.

Attempts on her own to sketch out notes and info into English from what she could visually see of the ship and when she'd carefully pulled some parts apart in her attempts to fix it up herself, and what few bits she remembered about how it functioned were…. not great. Her awareness was chief on how the machine had functioned during its heyday, what it had felt like to sit with the cockpit around her and controls under her hands. The sensation of weightlessness when she reached heights she could never tap into without its aid, or the impact of high speeds against her body shoving her back into the seat till she felt her lungs would burst and bones shatter till the AI could even out the pressure within the cockpit.

She wrote the notes out nonetheless, if only for some vague hope that maybe the description could help someone else who was more versed in aetherships. Or airplanes, as seemed to be equivalent on Earth. Jet fighters was the most accurate to compare to the Kyrval, though, and she wasn't entirely sure what her chances were to find information on their blueprints and maintenance.

But she at least made sure she came to the Mauvian with something. They weren't proper technical plans, but Kyrie's own careful notes and sketches redrawn from her notebooks onto larger, stiffer parchments to depict the various points of damage and corrosion on the ship. Additional notes paper clipped to the side of the plans detailed what little she did know of accompanying systems and how, from what she understood, they were supposed to have worked back in the day.

The landing gear, the compartments of the wings that would shift and angle as needed to adjust for increasing or decreasing speeds or altitudes; the sections of the control panel she at least was rather familiar with; what parts Enoch had been able to work alongside to help her navigate and operate side functions of the ship; how the weaponry and scanners had once operated…

Kyrie had made a particular note on the last ones--she only cared about the scanners. I'm not fighting in civil wars now, so they're not as necessary at this point.

Maybe something to blast Chaos here? Too draining on the power systems can't be of proper use for long-term -- the notes or hers trailed on in her typical wandering thoughts, even on paper.

The engines were the worst for her, out of everything. No, engines and having no idea how the ship conducted its power throughout itself, delegating to different systems with or without AI or manual input. All of those… she could only sketch out what the engines looked like now, point out what was rotted away or cracked and ruined over time and too many fights…

There were a lot of notes made about fights she remembered experiencing in that ship. They didn't get transferred to the parchment plans and notes, they weren't necessary information. But she fell into numerous bits and scraps of memories as some parts of the damages in spots reminded her of incidents…

Yeah. These bits weren't needed in the plans she brought rolled up to Realta, garbed as Solaris at an arranged meeting point.

The Mauvian sat in humanoid guise on a bench, energy signature all but nullified by a trinket she always wore, apparently. Warm light lit upon the gold chains that daintily wove and dipped about her figure--the rings catching highlighted the thick paper coffee cup Realta held out to her. Two more sat in a cardboard to-go carrier. Solaris took it, taking a sip and humming softly to the sweet flavor.

"This a bribe for whoever we're meeting?" She quirked a brow to Realta who in turn chuckled, leaning back in her seat as her ears flicked about. Solaris couldn't sense any other energy signatures about in the immediate area.

"No, just a thank you. For you, it's a 'cheer up' gift. We'll get this figured out," she added gently, sharp eyes cleanly catching the winged woman's flinch at the words. Kyrie hadn't exactly been quiet about her frustrations and grief with how her world was apparently refusing to teleport her to another location to find the Chaos there, when it clearly could from the time she'd brought Lyndin there…

"Besides. I've never been in a plane before, that I can recall. That in and of itself is quite the incentive to me to ensure this project of yours works." The light-hearted nonchalance Realta's sing-song words certainly did wonders to hide the importance of this project in Solaris' book. The Senshi could only laugh and nod, trying to recall if she had ever taken Realta on a flight in the past…

None came to mind at the moment, but she hummed nonetheless. "I'm looking forward to sharing that with a few people. Nothing beats being on the wing," she added with a deeper longing than she'd meant to let slip out. It'd been so long… sure, she'd experienced it briefly on Alastor, but…

Realta's flicking and refocusing ears kept Solaris from slipping into recollections of the Solarian skies she once knew, lifting her gaze from her cup to the approaching sound of footsteps. No energy signature met her, but Realta's calm demeanor at least kept her at ease. The footsteps were intentionally loud, however, was her realization soon enough. For her benefit, most likely, given Realta's sensitive ears.

And the fact the Velencian and Mauvian had each other's cell numbers to confirm locations.


For Daesva, getting a text on her altered burner phone wasn't out of the norm. She kept in general contact with Realta, and the occasional update between them sufficed. To have a request to meet up, though, was a bit more unique. But she did, and the Mauvian had been delighted to tell her about some technical problems a senshi was having. Daesva just. Had to take a small moment to process it all.

A ship.

An airship? Senshi had those?

And this one worked? Or--no, it didn't, which was the problem, but the senshi wanted to fix that. And couldn't. So spoke to Realta, and mentioned…

The Commodore?

Daesva again had to process that part. She wasn't used to others asking for the Commodore, though she'd seen enough for herself with the fight against the Calamitous Hollow alone that plenty knew him. Still. To have Realta requesting a second meeting to meet a senshi who was asking to speak to the Commodore about needing help fixing an airship….

It was a very, very strange string of words to think about, never mind voice aloud to confirm she understood the series of events in this plan currently. Which, she apparently did, and her bewilderment gave the Mauvian quite the laugh. But so did her excitement, a sudden rush of intent questions and querying Realta for as many details as possible about the project thus far, available resources, expectations, what methods had been attempted thus far on different parts--

She's taken plenty of notes via her ComTech, though Realta didn't have the extent of details Daesva was immensely curious to obtain. Repairing technology from another world was… a love of hers, she'd come to realize in working with Earth vehicles. To get the chance to see what existed on another world..? She needed to see it for herself, get her hands on it to fiddle and test and learn. Solaris. Not a world or technology source she was familiar with, and certainly not the senshi, but she made all of her necessary notes and notes to self to look up information just in case any existed in their databases.

By the time the appointed evening and hour arrived for her to join Realta and Solaris, Daesva was nearly abuzz with her curiosity and excitement. She was mindful enough to make her steps heavier, given how she didn't have an energy signature the senshi would be able to detect. Sending texts to confirm her close proximity to Realta would at least keep anyone from thinking she was a random civilian, at least, was her hope. A plan that seemed to work, as when she came around a bend in the path she spotted the two women who looked at ease and expectantly towards her location.

Took her a quick beat though to realize the tall woman was the Mauvian--the lavender ears and tail keyed her in, but she hadn't seen Realta in a humanoid state prior to this. Was told such a thing was possible, though. Still, she marveled a bit as she approached, baffled by the capability to be able to alter their forms so much.

"Daesva, thank you so much for coming. I deeply appreciate this," said the woman in question, sitting up straight on the bench and offering a hot cup from a carrying tray. With her free hand, she motioned between the senshi and the Velencian. "Daesva, this is Solaris, the senshi I mentioned to you. Solaris, this is one of the Vanguard, Daesva. She and I have been in contact for quite some time, thus my trust in reaching out to her about this." Daesva looked over the senshi--a quick glance at her ComTech told her the information she only somewhat could suspect. She'd seen the wing-like bows on some of the senshi before, though only with the device could she confirm this was an Eternal. But what its readings had not told her on her approach was what gave her a bit of a start now. The light of the lamp above them caused the senshi's skin to glimmer, pointed ears visible through her hair, and movement at her upper back especially caught Daesva's attention till she registered what they were. Wings. Moving, biological wings. This was not a human. She hadn't expected that.

She gave a small bow in greeting, regardless of her internal shock and keeping her expression neutral. The shorter woman's returned gesture and easy smile didn't hide her own curious looks towards the Velencian in turn. Joining them at the bench, Daesva took the drink with a soft word of thanks, pausing to sip the hot, bitter coffee with a bit of relief. Realta remembered she enjoyed black coffee, perfect.

"Thank you for being willing to meet. I wasn't sure how to get in contact with your Commodore." The senshi's words were light, cheery, and Daesva eyed her over the cup as she lowered it. The smile didn't look forced, but the nonchalance of her voice and movements cut Daesva as… off. Tense..?

"Realta's explanation of your situation made me curious myself about the technology," she said simply, seeing no point in pleasantries. "I cannot promise any meeting will take place, but I can assure that he will be notified of your request. Are those relevant documents?" She nodded her head towards the rolled up papers in the senshi's hand, noting her fingers flexing around the large scrolls.

"Yeah. I've got copies, but figured if you could bring the notes and plans I drew up with you, that'd be the easiest way to explain the situation and what I'm hoping to achieve here." Setting her own drink down on the bench beside Realta, Solaris knelt down to the paved pathway. There, she spread out the multiple pages and clipped additional papers, and Daesva didn't hesitate to step closer and crouch down to look over the information. Detailed sketches in graphite and pen outlined an airship, noting numerous points of corrosion and heavy damage in heavy detail, entire sections of the craft unusable from time or overuse however long ago it'd sat. Diagrams of different systems, all clearly noted and certainly looking the part of general guesses--there were a lot of those, and accompanying notes about how the systems worked to the best of her knowledge. Daesva scanned all of them one by one with her ComTech, along with other smaller pages filled with notes and sketches from another hand--Realta's, she was told, as the Mauvian had also looked at the ship and attempted to aid in repairs.

Realta's were…. far more technically skilled and detailed than Solaris', but Daesva withheld any commentary. She could appreciate the attempt on the latter's part, and the level of detail she'd included in her sketches and notes. Certainly, Daesva had some ideas for possible ways to address the issues with the landing gear, the damaged panels and circuitry, ways to restructure the control panel and fuel systems…

But she gave a heavy pause when looking over the information on the weapons on the ship.

I'm not fighting in civil wars now, so they're not as necessary at this point.

Maybe something to blast Chaos here? Too draining on the power systems can't be of proper use for long-term

The notes in English caused Daesva's eyes to scan them a few times, brows furrowing at the mention of civil wars. Not fighting them now. Chaos. Seagreen eyes flickered up to the senshi, brows still lowered as she looked her over again. She hadn't heard any of the other senshi she'd spoken to mention such things when they talked about their homeworlds. When Solaris queried the look, Daesva merely shook her head, saying a simple, "Just thinking about your notes," before returning to documenting the information presented.

These… were topics she could discuss with the Commodore. As it was, he knew more senshi than she, knew more things at large really. He could likely shed light on why such things might be necessary--and if they even could, should, aid in any repairs for such things.

"Why do you need it to fight Chaos? You can't bring it to Earth, can you?"

Her question was blunt, and she watched as Solaris' eyes widened briefly as the senshi blinked at her a few times. Daesva's expression remained neutral as the brunette finally gave a humorless laugh.

"Nah, my world's too different from Earth. Even if I could figure out how to get the whole thing here, Earth's gravity and whatnot likely wouldn't support it, and I don't think I could ever get enough fuel for it to even attempt to do more than roll across the ground. Thing could never fly here. But don't think anyone can return to Earth with a huge thing like that, anyway." Her smile was rueful as she continued, "The Chaos is on my world. It's what's killing it, and killed my people. I need to find it and rip it out once and for all. The Kyrval'll help me with that, I'm hoping."

That… had not been an answer Daesva had expected. Her own eyes widened then, digesting that information. Her people were… killed by Chaos? Her world was dying? She didn't ask further questions, merely noted them and filed them away. Again, things to discuss with the Commodore. Did he know about these things? Probably, likely. How common was it for Chaos to be found outside of Earth with such strength to kill a planet..?

"...I'll make sure that is relayed to the Commodore," she said instead to Solaris, finishing her scans of the papers. She began to stand, pausing once back to her feet as she considered her next words. They were awkward, uneasy, but she felt she needed to say something in light of such information. "I… am sorry for what you are enduring." Clunky, the words were unsteady from her tongue, but she held the senshi's gaze as she spoke them once the woman had gotten to her feet as well, watching the flicker of surprise crossing her features before a softer smile settled into place.

"Thank you. So… yeah, if you could speak to Commodore Lyndin, I'd… well. I'd massively appreciate it. We could meet here, if that would work for him? You can let Realta know the specific time and date. I'm free whenever."

Daesva nodded, the arrangement easy enough to work with. Solaris collected the papers up, though when she offered them to Daesva, the Velencian shook her head. "That is unnecessary, I took the scans for a reason. You can keep them for your discussion with the Commodore," she offered instead, though quickly tacked on, "If he agrees to such." She wasn't going to speak for him, wasn't going to make any assumptions.

But the plans… were interesting. The tech was interesting. And the purpose… it was something Daesva could respect. Surely, so would he--she was working to protect her planet. As it was, she could already think of a number of the Vanguard who would find this information interesting as well, surely. Her own mind was whirling with potential solutions and hypotheses for how to address certain repairs. Such projects would line up easily with work others were looking into, most likely. Some might even be able to repurpose some of the parts of the plans for other works--not aircrafts, but still.

"Alright," Solaris said with a huff of a laugh, waving her hand with the rolled up plans and sending them into the magical storage of sorts many could utilize. "Oh--wait, I almost forgot." Again her hand moved, and this time, a small bag was pulled from the magic. Opening it, Solaris produced a small fragment of metal and crystal, both perhaps two inches in length and easily able to fit in the palm of her hand. "These are some of the materials from my world. I wasn't sure if having samples would help." She replaced them into the bag and drew closer till she could offer it to Daesva, who took the bag and peered inside.

"Yes, that will be useful, thank you." She tucked the bag away into the top of one of her boots, figuring that the samples would be good to better plan any repairs or alternatives… plus, learning more about other worlds never hurt. Straightening, she inclined her head once more to Realta and Solaris, noting the former had remained quiet during the brief meeting. "I will contact you with any news either way, and next steps can be determined at that point. Thank you for contacting me, I… look forward to discussing this with the Commodore, actually," she admitted, a faint smile finally curving her lips, noting the larger grin and small chuckle from Solaris and Realta respectfully. "Till then, take care." Farewells were always odd to her, and again, her words felt so clunky and awkward, stiff and strange, but the other two made no comment, and bid her well as she took her leave.

She had… so many questions to discuss with the Commodore. And… certainly a high level of hope he would approve them to help with such a project. Working on an airship sounded awesome to her…. Even if she wasn't so sure about the weapons part. Everything else? Sign her up--oh… hm. Maybe Solaris would be willing to take them for a test flight..? Well there was a rather delightful thought…