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[petrifiedshadow]

Who: Starflight & Peril
When: Feb 22
Where: Cargo Bay
What: The dragons check out Starflight's latest package from the Ingress
Warnings: None


Starflight walked into the cargo bay, the click of his claws echoing through the large space. He had received the message that something was waiting for him here days ago, but after waking from cryo he hadn't really felt up for leaving his room. Let alone wandering around the ship. He slowly made his way between the various items stacked around the room, passing the transports and recognizing Peridot's robot sitting in one corner. Maybe whatever it was he had gotten hadn't been unboxed yet-

Oh.

Propped up against a stack of crates was the armor he had seen in his father's lab. It looked oddly out of place here, without all the other machines around it. It had to be big enough for even Queen Battlewinner, but in the huge space it somehow managed to look....small.

Starflight stared up at it, not sure what he was supposed to do now that he was here. It wasn't like he could bring it to his room.

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[notoriousdeathmonster]

Peril ends up in the cargo bay quite a bit on account of there is stuff there for that she can look at but it's spacious enough in here that she can avoid accidentally destroying any of it. On this particular instance she'd spotted Starflight heading down there first and thought about not going in order to avoid him but then got annoyed with him for the fact that she'd had that thought and decided she was going to do what she wanted regardless of where certain other dragons might be.

For a moment, when she catches sight of the armour, she thinks there's more than just one other dragon down here, but it quickly becomes obvious that's not what it is.

"Whoah," she breathes, stopping at a distance from them both. "What is that?"

[petrifiedshadow]

Starflight jumped, not realizing anyone had followed him.

"What are you doing here?"Whatever she wanted. That was a dumb question. He really hoped it wouldn't make her mad.

He took a few steps back from Peril nervously, even if she was all the way over there. You could never be too careful. He looked up at the armor, trying to ignore his mistake.

"It's something my father was building. Some sort of armor, I think. But I don't know why it's here."

[notoriousdeathmonster]

It did make her mad, unfortunately. So did him backing away from her like that. "I can go where I want," she said archly, and took a couple of steps closer. You know, just, nonchalantly. (Not actually nonchalantly.) She tilted her head, peering up at the armour. "... It's so big and clunky. No one would be able to fly in that."

[petrifiedshadow]

Starflight watched her warily getting close. That was completely uncalled for, Peril.

"Well, it's clearly made for a very large dragon, but I agree it's not the most streamlined design. I...I know my father was working on, um, creating some defensive tools for a very specific threat and this could be for that. But look at these, it looks like it connects to pipes, so maybe it's supposed to be waterproof?" He pointed out one of the odd round openings

[notoriousdeathmonster]

"You mean the RainWings?" Coming from a different point in time from someone else is kind of weird, but not so weird that Peril doesn't enjoy being able to flaunt the fact that she knows more than Starflight does, or that things he takes as secret are common knowledge.

"... Why would it need to be waterproof? It's not like dragons can't swim."