[They hang there for a moment, drifting and giving Skulduggery a good view of Derris-Kharlan. Then Kratos shifts his wings and sends them gliding easily down into the cloud of moon-dust billowing across the moon's surface. He sends out a query, receives a startled location back, and adjusts his course.
[Inside of a minute the surface is lifting toward them, and the crackle of the manufactured gravity well comes into sight. The moment they pass through that arc of lightning, the artificial gravity takes hold. Kratos spreads his wings and they descend at a controlled fall until he can set Skulduggery down on the moon's surface, and land beside him. There's gravity, but no atmosphere -- yet.
[The feather-winged angels inside the field bow deeply toward Kratos, and he waves them back to their work -- halfway through establishing the scanner they'll leave behind them. It's the warp-pad he's after.
[Kratos beckons Skulduggery to follow and leads him toward the small mobile pad comprised of the base and the three rings, and control panel. Five pieces, easily carried, and just large enough for two. It takes but a moment to step on, and then the moon's environment blurs and shifts into the familiar polished, arcing lines of Welgaia's inner architecture. There is atmosphere, here.
[The angels guarding the warp startle at the sight of him, and bow hurriedly.]
Lord Kratos! You're back so soon?
[She speaks in angelic, a language like liquid sound which cuts through the distant hum of telepathic comms lines. The warp is on one of the many daises spread between arching bridges; high overhead can be seen more of them, spreading in webs like a snowflake's facets. Far, far beyond them is the edge of Derris-Kharlan's outer atmosphere, and the guardian bridges; and past them the glowing speck of Skulduggery's planet, peering around the bulk of its moon.
[More immediately around them, angels glide between the bridges without a care. Though the air is clear, even a dozen feet distant the atmosphere has a faintly purple tinge.]
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[Inside of a minute the surface is lifting toward them, and the crackle of the manufactured gravity well comes into sight. The moment they pass through that arc of lightning, the artificial gravity takes hold. Kratos spreads his wings and they descend at a controlled fall until he can set Skulduggery down on the moon's surface, and land beside him. There's gravity, but no atmosphere -- yet.
[The feather-winged angels inside the field bow deeply toward Kratos, and he waves them back to their work -- halfway through establishing the scanner they'll leave behind them. It's the warp-pad he's after.
[Kratos beckons Skulduggery to follow and leads him toward the small mobile pad comprised of the base and the three rings, and control panel. Five pieces, easily carried, and just large enough for two. It takes but a moment to step on, and then the moon's environment blurs and shifts into the familiar polished, arcing lines of Welgaia's inner architecture. There is atmosphere, here.
[The angels guarding the warp startle at the sight of him, and bow hurriedly.]
Lord Kratos! You're back so soon?
[She speaks in angelic, a language like liquid sound which cuts through the distant hum of telepathic comms lines. The warp is on one of the many daises spread between arching bridges; high overhead can be seen more of them, spreading in webs like a snowflake's facets. Far, far beyond them is the edge of Derris-Kharlan's outer atmosphere, and the guardian bridges; and past them the glowing speck of Skulduggery's planet, peering around the bulk of its moon.
[More immediately around them, angels glide between the bridges without a care. Though the air is clear, even a dozen feet distant the atmosphere has a faintly purple tinge.]