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The Aspect of Glass moved into position, then jumped beneath time to the Ketch.Lakshmi had been concerned by reports of concentrated fire on a derilect Wolfship. Because of this, Chopin had been sent to investigate.

His voice skipped a bit as he talked. "What do we th-think? It's all quiet n-n-n-n-now. Should we-" he stopped talking to himself. It was a habit Chopin had been trying to break for a substantial amount of time. Time. He scoffed, then realized there was absolutely nobody to scoff to. He leaned back in the pilot's chair, feeling unease. He absent mindedly reached for his Mythoclast.It wasn't on his back though, it was on the chair beside him. An ancient pre-Collapse red sports bench. He had it because... wait, when did it even get there?

He did a double take, and the normal seat was there.

"Oho, so it's that kind-d-d-d-a voyage. I guess I can get the maracas then."

But he didn't move. There were no maracas. His mind was playing jokes on him.They were not fun anymore. His mind violently snapped back to the task at hand. He locked onto the Ketch, then zeroed with its trajectory.