From the molten pools of luna one I rise again!

Dai Atlas of New Crystal City. Rescued from the smelting pools of Luna One on a mission to locate my lost knights. Wherever they have roamed to I will find them. Independant Dai Atlas blog. Mun is 21+ and *semi* selective.

[smeltedknight]

Freedom

[blackaxedknight-blog]

smeltedknight

“I was fortunate. The blade missed my spark but barely, I fell into the smelting pool, immediately before it broke and cooled around me. Some of the knights that reclaimed Luna one found me, nursed me back to health, and I set out to find the rest.” Hoping that explanation would suffice for now.

“It is alright old friend. Ghosts haunt us all. We will never be the same after that.”

Axe listened to Dai Atlas speak. There was a bunch of mixed emotions in his spark. Everything is so different it seemed. Though he did appreciate that Dai Atlas told him about what had happened. 

“That couldn’t be more true.” Pausing briefly in thought. “Don’t you–Don’t you think that we should move to a different location? So that this doesn’t happen again?” 

[smeltedknight]

Dai Atlas pondered the question a moment before coming to a conclusion. 

“No, At least, not while we regather our brethren. They need a familiar landing zone, somewhere to return to. We left Cybertron to avoid unrest, I will not allow them to chase us from our second home so easily. If we left, we would need to start all over again, without the metrotitan, moving our city, or what remains of it, is nigh impossible as it is. Here, at least we have something to start with.” Taking a deep vent as he observed the ruins. “It can be rebuilt. It already is being rebuilt. We can do it, together, and bring the others home. It’ll take time, but we can repair our home.”  

[smeltedknight]

the-good-knockout started following smeltedknight

“Oh, Hello mech. I am unfamiliar with you. I am Dai Atlas of New Crystal City. Who might you be friend?”

[the-good-knockout]

There was a moment of word fumbling hesitation, Dai Atlas was of an imposing figure and status and Teal wanted to do his best to give a good first impression, as though anything less would be disrespectful to Wing’s memory.

“Dai Atlas, greetings, it’s both a pleasure and honor to meet you. I’m Knock Out. I’ve….heard of you-been told about you.” He gave a slightly nervous smile. “Only good things, I promise.”

[smeltedknight]

Dai tried to smile as softly as possible to alleviate the poor mechs nervousness. “It is alright Knock Out. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Offering a servo, a greeting he’d seen on his journeys. 

[smeltedknight]

the-good-knockout started following smeltedknight

“Oh, Hello mech. I am unfamiliar with you. I am Dai Atlas of New Crystal City. Who might you be friend?”

[aetherdawn]

He has a sudden want for a companion. Really, when is that new? Normally he would ignore that need, but it’s suddenly become a pressing thing, like a need for light in a room or a need for the air under his wings.

The only thing holding him back is… who would he reach out to?

[smeltedknight]

“Would you care for a stroll?” Dai Atlas was always pretty good at noting what his knights needed.

[aetherdawn]

Seemed like his decision had been made for him. He turned to the big mech and offered him a light smile, remembering all over again on in a renewed slap of reality just how much he missed his leader, despite the arguments. “I think I would.”

[smeltedknight]

“Lead the way then Knight, I wish to see what you do.” Speaking softly. How Wing must have been. On this planet all alone, trying to rebuild their home all by himself. It hurt Dai’s spark to see how tired he was. Completely worn down from his self imposed work. If Dai can get him to relax, even a little, he’d consider it a success.

[aetherdawn]

If nothing, he owed Dai Atlas that much. They had both put so much into this city, both would have given their lives and everything they had for it. So he nodded and gestured for the mech to follow him. “I’m not sure what you would like to see first, but I can show you around and give you a sort of tour.”

[smeltedknight]

“Just, show me what you have done. To see life breathed into this city again, any of it, just, show me what has been fixed, and what will be fixed next. I wish to see where I can put my focus. You are no longer going to be doing this alone my Knight, we will built together.” Another smile, genuine and encouraging, he was already amazed at just how much he’d managed to fix on his own. 

[aetherdawn]

He has a sudden want for a companion. Really, when is that new? Normally he would ignore that need, but it’s suddenly become a pressing thing, like a need for light in a room or a need for the air under his wings.

The only thing holding him back is… who would he reach out to?

[smeltedknight]

“Would you care for a stroll?” Dai Atlas was always pretty good at noting what his knights needed.

[aetherdawn]

Seemed like his decision had been made for him. He turned to the big mech and offered him a light smile, remembering all over again on in a renewed slap of reality just how much he missed his leader, despite the arguments. “I think I would.”

[smeltedknight]

“Lead the way then Knight, I wish to see what you do.” Speaking softly. How Wing must have been. On this planet all alone, trying to rebuild their home all by himself. It hurt Dai’s spark to see how tired he was. Completely worn down from his self imposed work. If Dai can get him to relax, even a little, he’d consider it a success.

[aetherdawn]

He has a sudden want for a companion. Really, when is that new? Normally he would ignore that need, but it’s suddenly become a pressing thing, like a need for light in a room or a need for the air under his wings.

The only thing holding him back is… who would he reach out to?

[smeltedknight]

"Would you care for a stroll?" Dai Atlas was always pretty good at noting what his knights needed.

[xthesexiestjetx-deactivated2022]

@smeltedknight

Oh look… Wing grinned maliciously as he watched Dai Atlas, contemplating just how he should greet the mech.

Why not just jump straight in? Letting his flight panels unfold, his turbines revved briefly, and Wing leaped onto Dai’s back, arms around the mech’s neck. “Atlas~” He cooed sweetly, a touch of malice in his tone.

[smeltedknight]

This…. Wasn’t right. It sounded like Wing, but it didn’t feel like him. he would never leap onto Dai Atlas’s back in such a way! The moment felt completely wrong. In the moment it took him to process that he was already reaching to grab the mech and flip him off his back, attempting to get a look at the strange sounding mech.

“Off!”

[xthesexiestjetx-deactivated2022]

Oh, now this was fun. His Dai Atlas would have immediately gone for his weapons, this one was being outright gentle in comparison. Chuckling darkly, he allowed the Knight to seize and flip him off, and landed nimbly.

Bowing deeply, he grinned up at the triple changer, showing off his sharp fangs. “Haven’t you missed me, Atlas~?” He purred the larger mech’s name suggestively.

[smeltedknight]

There was nothing noble about this mech. It was all arrogance and pomp. 

“You are not the mech I knew.” Looking over the rich paint and high polish. This mech was dark, not of his world and his EM field felt dangerous.

“Even still, I have missed the mech you... mirror.”

[smeltedknight]

Freedom

[aetherdawn]

A broad hand reached out to meet the other, touching the servo of a mech he was sure was long gone. A noble independent spirit. Strong willed and free of spark, Dai had always admired and respected this mech, though he may never have said anything to him about it.

“Wing, you… you live.” Hand moving to touch the mechs face, as if the hands could be faked. I fear asking how would send you back to the afterspark, I simply hope you are really here.” if one of his knights came back, maybe there was hope for more.

“Thank you, for your welcome. I can assume this work here is yours?”  

He moved to accommodate the other as best he could, curling and then flattening his fingers against his leader’s, acutely aware of the feel of the armor as it dipped and curved and curled under his own. The last time either of them saw each other, or even heard of each other, one of them was being killed and the other was already dead.

They shouldn’t have met here. Their conversation should have been carried on in the Well, their meeting ethereal and floated by the fog and plains around them that stretched forever. Wing wondered if, perhaps, they hadn’t crossed paths at some point in the afterlife and just never known. All he had heard then were the voices, whispering and incoherent; all he could see was the haze that had no end. None of them answered his cries. He couldn’t move to try and reach them.

He shuddered against the hand now against his cheek, willing the thoughts away. This was markedly better, he thought. “I would prefer not to return, when you’re here now.” He tilted his head in a nod, ignoring that the affection was likely a heat of the moment thing and unusual in his mind. But then again, maybe this wasn’t his own Dai Atlas. Maybe this Dai Atlas and his Wing were closer. The thought brought him back to the present with a hard jolt. “It is. I’ve been here since the last time you saw me, never have left. When I awoke and found the city as it is, I couldn’t leave it like this, and I couldn’t leave. So I made it my task to try to restore it as best I can.”

[smeltedknight]

Dai stood still, simply watching and listening to the mech, nearly lost in his own mind. Wings Face brought back memories, the time before the city was exposed. All the work they had done, all the history they had kept. Even still he knew that they had basically made it a prison for themselves. It was no wonder such a pure but curious spirit had wished to wander from their door.

“Your progress is quite amazing, considering it seems to just be you here. I know not what force brought you back but if you are here, we can bring others. This...” motioning to the work the mech had managed, “will bring hope to the others. Hope that is can be rebuilt.” Dai gave Wing back his face, but didn’t want to let go of the mech for fear he’d disappear, so his hand rested on the fliers shoulder.  

“It give me hope Wing. I am so glad you are here.”

[xthesexiestjetx-deactivated2022]

@smeltedknight

Oh look… Wing grinned maliciously as he watched Dai Atlas, contemplating just how he should greet the mech.

Why not just jump straight in? Letting his flight panels unfold, his turbines revved briefly, and Wing leaped onto Dai’s back, arms around the mech’s neck. “Atlas~” He cooed sweetly, a touch of malice in his tone.

[smeltedknight]

This.... Wasn’t right. It sounded like Wing, but it didn’t feel like him. he would never leap onto Dai Atlas’s back in such a way! The moment felt completely wrong. In the moment it took him to process that he was already reaching to grab the mech and flip him off his back, attempting to get a look at the strange sounding mech.

“Off!”

[smeltedknight]

Freedom

[blackaxedknight-blog]

smeltedknight

It felt like an eternity as Axe relaxed into his touch. Feeling his field lighten relax and mingle with his own. For a time Dai just held the mech, making sure he was grounded, clearly the mech had been through a lot. Slow even vents with a calm sparkpulse hoped to calm him.

“Axe, it is so good to see you. I was worried you were all gone.” Dai needed this too, to be grounded, to know he had people still. To know they weren’t all gone forever.

The large mech kept holding on. Enjoying the moment as it was. He thought that he would never get the chance to do this once again. 

“It is good to see you too Dai Atlas. I do not know how you could have possibly survived that.” A sigh cycled out of his vents. “Not much of us made it out alive. Most are still trying to find their way back home.” 

Looking up at his leader. “I apologize for the way I acted. I …have been seeing things–ghosts of our Knights, ever since the Tyrest Accord.” 

[smeltedknight]

“I was fortunate. The blade missed my spark but barely, I fell into the smelting pool, immediately before it broke and cooled around me. Some of the knights that reclaimed Luna one found me, nursed me back to health, and I set out to find the rest.” Hoping that explanation would suffice for now.

“It is alright old friend. Ghosts haunt us all. We will never be the same after that.”

[smeltedknight]

Freedom

He was free. Free of the metal that incased him. Free of the moon he was enslaved on, and yes, free of leading a city. He was free to move about how he willed, but all he wished to do, was return home. So thats where he went. At this point he had no clue whether he was in his universe or not, but Theophany had come into view. The remnants of their city, torn asunder and spewed across the landscape. Empty, quiet. So lonely, and yet, construction.

“Who has returned here before me?” The massive knight puzzled, He was sure the knights wanted nothing to do with home, most fled or remained on the mobile moon, but someone had come back. Landing his ship on the outer edge of the city, amongst the ruined buildings in what was once a city square, he disembarked, taking in the devastation, and yet ahead, progress. There were signs of life now, and a great deal of work had been done by so few hands. 

Soft and deep he called out. “Whom has returned here? Have my Knights returned?”

[aetherdawn]

Cleanup in the city never seemed to end, but it was what he could expect for the efforts of one person to restore a facility that once housed thousands. For all that he tried to keep his chin up while he chipped away at it, it was surprisingly easy to fall under discouragement. At the moment, he was winning that battle, but he had been in better and worse moods. One day at a time, he kept telling himself. One day at a time.

He had been telling himself that for years. Not much ever did change, even when it seemed to do so anyway. The walls, the city, the rubble, the damage. Himself. Wing wasn’t sure what would happen to him when everything seemed to bleak. His dream, Dai Atlas’s legacy in this sanctuary, to make the sanctuary return to what it was, even for as much progress as he made, working as hard as he did day to day, it hardly seemed like anything at all. But he kept at it anyway. It was all that he had.

One hand lifted to smooth over one of the crystals in the garden, one of his first attempts. For all that had gone wrong or all that hadn’t seemed to progress, the garden was the one thing in all of it that changed constantly. The growth couldn’t be noted on a daily basis, but by the month he checked the markers he had left and the size always was noticeably larger. It made him smile like little else could.

As he turned to leave the garden, a voice called his attention, one hauntingly familiar. For a moment, his frame would not work with him. Feet would not move, wings would not engage. His spark may well have suffered a blow from a cannon, one that wasn’t fatal but felt for a brief time like it was. Then the moment passed and Wing found his frame again. In the next instant, he was airborne, moving toward the source of the voice. He had to know it was real, had to know if it was a hallucination. He already had problems with his memory enough as it was, and soon after, he found the truth he’d been looking to see.

Dai Atlas stood there, among the ruins, not too far away. Alive. He had to be alive. The alternative was that Wing himself had died again and Dai Atlas’s spark somehow had found its way across the universe to come back to what was once their home. He decided he would worry about it later. Moving unsteadily through the air, he hurried closer to the Knight and landed roughly on a cracked roadway not too far from him, optics still wide and bright enough that they had nearly gone white in his shock.

“Dai Atlas? Is that really you?”

[smeltedknight]

Still he searched their devastated home, touching upon the repairs he’d seen. “Who is here? Who is repairing this?” A great deal of work had been done, but a near unfathomable amount remained. Digits traced the walls, repaired, reset, rebuilt. Someone had even been repainting a mural, perhaps a way to break up the monotony of rebuilding?

Stepping out of the repaired buildings into the yet to be repaired part of the city and his spark dropped. So much damage to go. As he surveyed, lost in his thoughts his audials picked up the telltale sound of engines in flight. Turning to catch sight of the mech he assumed had been rebuilding the city his spark just stopped.

“It can’t be…” The large knight was equally stunned. Flying towards him was a knight he’d lost some time ago. “Wing?” He mouthed, unable to make a sound. The big mech was rooted to the spot while the other approached, barely registering when he spoke. 

“Wing…” Reaching to what he was sure was a phantom, but what if he wasn’t. Dai was supposed to be dead, for a time perhaps he was. Could Wing be here, alive? How? It took a moment for him to snap to his senses. “It is I yes, But… is that really you?” Reaching out to his lost knight. 

[aetherdawn]

For one who had once been dead himself and later returned, perhaps entirely by accident, and who had seen worlds similar to his own coming from different points in time, he later would find himself almost embarrassed at just how shocked he was to see Dai Atlas standing there, walking among the rubble as though it was all on purpose. In his defense, his return to life, while not unique, had been a very special circumstance, as of yet duplicated in only one other situation.

At the moment, it didn’t matter. At the moment, it was just him standing there, looking at someone he never thought he would see again. Wing stepped closer, hand raising to meet one that reached out to him. All of their discussions, all of their disagreements melted away in that moment, leaving behind only awe and the deep respect he still carried for his lost leader. “It’s me. I’m here, Dai Atlas.” He vented softly, shuddering a sigh. “For what it’s worth, welcome home.”

[smeltedknight]

A broad hand reached out to meet the other, touching the servo of a mech he was sure was long gone. A noble independent spirit. Strong willed and free of spark, Dai had always admired and respected this mech, though he may never have said anything to him about it.

“Wing, you... you live.” Hand moving to touch the mechs face, as if the hands could be faked. I fear asking how would send you back to the afterspark, I simply hope you are really here.” if one of his knights came back, maybe there was hope for more.

“Thank you, for your welcome. I can assume this work here is yours?”  

[smeltedknight]

Freedom

He was free. Free of the metal that incased him. Free of the moon he was enslaved on, and yes, free of leading a city. He was free to move about how he willed, but all he wished to do, was return home. So thats where he went. At this point he had no clue whether he was in his universe or not, but Theophany had come into view. The remnants of their city, torn asunder and spewed across the landscape. Empty, quiet. So lonely, and yet, construction.

“Who has returned here before me?” The massive knight puzzled, He was sure the knights wanted nothing to do with home, most fled or remained on the mobile moon, but someone had come back. Landing his ship on the outer edge of the city, amongst the ruined buildings in what was once a city square, he disembarked, taking in the devastation, and yet ahead, progress. There were signs of life now, and a great deal of work had been done by so few hands. 

Soft and deep he called out. “Whom has returned here? Have my Knights returned?”

[aetherdawn]

Cleanup in the city never seemed to end, but it was what he could expect for the efforts of one person to restore a facility that once housed thousands. For all that he tried to keep his chin up while he chipped away at it, it was surprisingly easy to fall under discouragement. At the moment, he was winning that battle, but he had been in better and worse moods. One day at a time, he kept telling himself. One day at a time.

He had been telling himself that for years. Not much ever did change, even when it seemed to do so anyway. The walls, the city, the rubble, the damage. Himself. Wing wasn’t sure what would happen to him when everything seemed to bleak. His dream, Dai Atlas’s legacy in this sanctuary, to make the sanctuary return to what it was, even for as much progress as he made, working as hard as he did day to day, it hardly seemed like anything at all. But he kept at it anyway. It was all that he had.

One hand lifted to smooth over one of the crystals in the garden, one of his first attempts. For all that had gone wrong or all that hadn’t seemed to progress, the garden was the one thing in all of it that changed constantly. The growth couldn’t be noted on a daily basis, but by the month he checked the markers he had left and the size always was noticeably larger. It made him smile like little else could.

As he turned to leave the garden, a voice called his attention, one hauntingly familiar. For a moment, his frame would not work with him. Feet would not move, wings would not engage. His spark may well have suffered a blow from a cannon, one that wasn’t fatal but felt for a brief time like it was. Then the moment passed and Wing found his frame again. In the next instant, he was airborne, moving toward the source of the voice. He had to know it was real, had to know if it was a hallucination. He already had problems with his memory enough as it was, and soon after, he found the truth he’d been looking to see.

Dai Atlas stood there, among the ruins, not too far away. Alive. He had to be alive. The alternative was that Wing himself had died again and Dai Atlas’s spark somehow had found its way across the universe to come back to what was once their home. He decided he would worry about it later. Moving unsteadily through the air, he hurried closer to the Knight and landed roughly on a cracked roadway not too far from him, optics still wide and bright enough that they had nearly gone white in his shock.

“Dai Atlas? Is that really you?”

[smeltedknight]

Still he searched their devastated home, touching upon the repairs he’d seen. “Who is here? Who is repairing this?” A great deal of work had been done, but a near unfathomable amount remained. Digits traced the walls, repaired, reset, rebuilt. Someone had even been repainting a mural, perhaps a way to break up the monotony of rebuilding?

Stepping out of the repaired buildings into the yet to be repaired part of the city and his spark dropped. So much damage to go. As he surveyed, lost in his thoughts his audials picked up the telltale sound of engines in flight. Turning to catch sight of the mech he assumed had been rebuilding the city his spark just stopped.

“It can’t be...” The large knight was equally stunned. Flying towards him was a knight he’d lost some time ago. “Wing?” He mouthed, unable to make a sound. The big mech was rooted to the spot while the other approached, barely registering when he spoke. 

“Wing...” Reaching to what he was sure was a phantom, but what if he wasn’t. Dai was supposed to be dead, for a time perhaps he was. Could Wing be here, alive? How? It took a moment for him to snap to his senses. “It is I yes, But... is that really you?” Reaching out to his lost knight. 

[smeltedknight]

Freedom

[blackaxedknight-blog]

smeltedknight

“Axe, stay with me…” Dai reached for the mech, he was clearly distressed. Slowly he took a step closer, keeping lower slightly. “Axe please, do not retreat. It is me, I do not wish you harm. Please.” Taking another tentative step closer to his Knight. “I survived, if barely, I can see the disbelief on your face, feel it in your field, but it is truly I.”

This hurt, it stung at his spark, he just wanted the mech to calm down. To come closer so that he could embrace an old friend. “Axe.” Voice soft and deep, but said in such a way one knew they needed to pay attention. “I’m here.”

Axe listened to the other speak. It sort of felt…real. But sometimes his mind was so far gone that he couldn’t help himself. 

All of a sudden, the Knight froze once Dai Atlas came closer and embraced him. The thin spikes on his helm twitched. Feeling another frame, their leader’s frame against his after a few moments was starting to somewhat calm Axe down. Blue optics flickered off as he slowly started to embrace Dai Atlas in return. Still no words left the black Knight. 

[smeltedknight]

It felt like an eternity as Axe relaxed into his touch. Feeling his field lighten relax and mingle with his own. For a time Dai just held the mech, making sure he was grounded, clearly the mech had been through a lot. Slow even vents with a calm sparkpulse hoped to calm him.

“Axe, it is so good to see you. I was worried you were all gone.” Dai needed this too, to be grounded, to know he had people still. To know they weren’t all gone forever. 

[smeltedknight]

Freedom

[blackaxedknight-blog]

smeltedknight

Was that, Axe? How was he here? Clearly the mech escaped the devastation. And still, he looked so unsure. Axe was never this unsure, but the destruction of their home must of changed them. It had changed everyone.  

Axe looked almost afraid. Timid in the distance, as if in denial, not that he was that surprised. Many had thought the big mech dead once he entered the pool of molten metal. Miraculously he survived, but few knew it.

“Axe?” He took a step closer. “Axe, it is I, Its Dai Atlas. You needn’t fear a ghost. I am here.”

Still he stood there but only to take maybe a couple steps back as the other Knight stepped towards him. If his plating could change color, he’d look pale as if he’d seen a ghost. His servos clutched his helm, trying to put pressure on his processor–he wasn’t thinking straight. Nowadays, he could not separate reality from well, not-reality. 

It sounded like the real Dai Atlas. It really did. But with all they had gone through, he just couldn’t put the pieces together. How could this even be possible?! He saw Dai Atlas perish at the blade wielded by Star Saber’s servos. Nothing could come out of his vocals as he just stood there, having a fight with his own mind. 

[smeltedknight]

“Axe, stay with me...” Dai reached for the mech, he was clearly distressed. Slowly he took a step closer, keeping lower slightly. “Axe please, do not retreat. It is me, I do not wish you harm. Please.” Taking another tentative step closer to his Knight. “I survived, if barely, I can see the disbelief on your face, feel it in your field, but it is truly I.”

This hurt, it stung at his spark, he just wanted the mech to calm down. To come closer so that he could embrace an old friend. “Axe.” Voice soft and deep, but said in such a way one knew they needed to pay attention. “I’m here.”

[smeltedknight]

Freedom

[blackaxedknight-blog]

smeltedknight

He was free. Free of the metal that incased him. Free of the moon he was enslaved on, and yes, free of leading a city. He was free to move about how he willed, but all he wished to do, was return home. So thats where he went. At this point he had no clue whether he was in his universe or not, but Theophany had come into view. The remnants of their city, torn asunder and spewed across the landscape. Empty, quiet. So lonely, and yet, construction.

“Who has returned here before me?” The massive knight puzzled, He was sure the knights wanted nothing to do with home, most fled or remained on the mobile moon, but someone had come back. Landing his ship on the outer edge of the city, amongst the ruined buildings in what was once a city square, he disembarked, taking in the devastation, and yet ahead, progress. There were signs of life now, and a great deal of work had been done by so few hands.

Soft and deep he called out. “Whom has returned here? Have my Knights returned?”

There was a familiar signature in the vicinity but he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. No. It had to be fake. It had to be a figment of his imagination; his mind had to have been playing tricks on him. His mind wasn’t fully the same as it used to be.. 

The Knight slowly revealed himself out of some of the structures and just stood there all still like. Surveying the Knight but not believing what he was seeing. 

Axe’s processor had stopped working and stared like he had seen a ghost. He was seeing a ghost. Almost, just almost did he take a step backwards. This was a seriously messed up mind trick and he wasn’t going to have it at all. Not in the least bit. 

                    If it’s just a ghost, just ignore it. It’ll go away. Right?

[smeltedknight]

Was that, Axe? How was he here? Clearly the mech escaped the devastation. And still, he looked so unsure. Axe was never this unsure, but the destruction of their home must of changed them. It had changed everyone.  

Axe looked almost afraid. Timid in the distance, as if in denial, not that he was that surprised. Many had thought the big mech dead once he entered the pool of molten metal. Miraculously he survived, but few knew it. 

“Axe?” He took a step closer. “Axe, it is I, Its Dai Atlas. You needn't fear a ghost. I am here.” 

[smeltedknight]

Freedom

He was free. Free of the metal that incased him. Free of the moon he was enslaved on, and yes, free of leading a city. He was free to move about how he willed, but all he wished to do, was return home. So thats where he went. At this point he had no clue whether he was in his universe or not, but Theophany had come into view. The remnants of their city, torn asunder and spewed across the landscape. Empty, quiet. So lonely, and yet, construction.

“Who has returned here before me?” The massive knight puzzled, He was sure the knights wanted nothing to do with home, most fled or remained on the mobile moon, but someone had come back. Landing his ship on the outer edge of the city, amongst the ruined buildings in what was once a city square, he disembarked, taking in the devastation, and yet ahead, progress. There were signs of life now, and a great deal of work had been done by so few hands. 

Soft and deep he called out. “Whom has returned here? Have my Knights returned?”