Mission Five: Conclusion

[voidtreckermods]

The Voidtreckers turn the tide, save the day. That isn't to say it is easy or straightforward, the battles are tough but together Red Team prevents the mega weapon getting through, orange team maintain shields, blue team fend off those trying to attack the command centre and purple fight the battle of their lives.

The system is safe and everyone who hasn't already evacuated back to the train using their SCA can gather on the space station again. There is a roar of noise as the Void Trecker Express appears in the hanger once more, noise and wind rushing through their hair it is no mystery why the army here reacted in shock at their initial arrival.

Hitrinto is there, as are many of those the void treckers have met in their week in this system. Here to thank them for their timely rescue and to wave them off.

The voidtreckers as well are reunited, the four teams back as one and it is time to re-board the Voidtrecker Express and move on to the next adventure!

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Early Hours The Next Day

[callmegladio]

He shouldn't really have been out of bed, but he'd heard about what happened and he was damned if he could just lay in bed and do nothing.

Sneaking past Prompto had been the hardest part. He'd had to wait until the blonde was well and truly asleep. The exhaustion of the battle and the stress of everything else had soon taken it's toll though. Prompto had fell into a deep sleep and only then was Gladio able to slip out from under his watchful gaze.

He pulled on pants as awkwardly as a guy with one working arm could, and made his way toward Tony's cabin. He wasn't 100% yet but it was only occasionally that he would have to reach out and grab at a wall to steady himself. Gladio blamed the painkillers, they made his head fuzzy and unfocused. Still, he knew enough to know this is where he needed to be going.

It was only once he reached the door did he realise what a mistake he'd made. Tony could have been asleep. His cabin mates would be asleep. It was the middle of the night and most everyone was asleep. What the hell was he thinking? Still... he knocked. Someone opened the door. Tony was not there and kindly go away. That was fair. Gladio apologised and went on his merry way.

It was as he was walking past the quiet rooms when he heard a sound in one of the rooms. Gladio stopped and looked at the room, he recognised the room for some reason. It clicked. Tony's room. He moved closer to listen more. A clink? Okay, someone was in there. He knocked and wondered if he would be told to go away again. If it happened a second time he'd take himself back to Prompto.

[runs_on_batteries]

He doesn't answer at first, finding the very effort of speaking an annoyance. However, there was a small part of him that hoped it was Ignis or someone with news of Ignis. That alone was what made him speak up. "Come in."

Inside, Tony's sitting with his back against the wall and resting long ways on the bench seat. He was wearing his sweat pants and a robe and had a bottle open on the table next to him. The tumbler he was drinking from was mostly empty but there was a strong scent of whiskey in the room.

His gaze shifted to Gladio's face before he looked down at his glass. He reaches for the bottle and almost knocks it over as his coordination is impaired. "Don't just stand there, glasses are in that box over there."

[callmegladio]

Gladio blinked Tony into focus, could smell the alcohol heavy in the air, then he was issued an order. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him before walking to the box indicated to grab a glass. Did he think about whether it was a good thing to grab a glass? No he did not. He just did it... then paused with it in his hand and cast a narrow look at the chair. He missed having two arms...

He hooked the chair with his foot and pulled it across so that he could sit beside Tony and dropped down into it.

A quick look around and he found the bottle of whiskey so grabbed it and poured himself a healthy amount, and then added to Tony's almost empty glass. The bottle was set down at his own feet before he settled back and took a good drink of the whiskey. It burned on the way down but it was a good burn. It wasn't his usual beer but it was good enough.