Not with a Bang: Conclusion

[voidtreckermods]

The base camp is a mess by the time the fight is over. The heavy rain alone would have been enough, but the battle has churned up the earth itself. The previously peaceful clearing is pockmarked with craters and dark puddles where ash has mixed into rainwater, along with oil and blood that swirl unpleasantly through the shallow pools. The trees are bowed outwards with the force of the powers that waged through the area, trunks shattered and torn, boughs hanging haphazardly or draped with the remnants of tents and equipment.

Perhaps all that can be said is that it gives the Voidtrecker Express a decidedly clear landing spot. The train snakes its way through the jungle, coming to a stop in a familiar, though now lopsided, coil around the clearing, and opening its doors to allow injured to be carried on, or anyone from the train to disembark.

It’s clear that there are indeed people aboard - as the doors hiss open, activity is already visible inside, as well as voices audibly going back and forth over the tinny speakers of the ICP.

Now that the saboteurs are dealt with, the final repairs can be made to the damaged stations and the shields locked into place. By the time they are done, nothing and no one will be able to enter the planet - from space, anyway.

The train will remain in the clearing through the night of Imagination 12 and the morning of Imagination 13, until all the stations are prepared, the pandas returned to their rightful place and everyone has rejoined the train.

By midday of Imagination 13, the train is ready to leave. Everyone gets a message on their SCA to return to the train, if they haven’t already. Once all are onboard the doors shut and the train begins to snake through the jungle.

“Re-entering Voidspace in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.”

The train rattles and shakes as the greenery around them (and the purple of a few farewell pandas) fade into the colours of the void.

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[10billionpercent]

Senku was one of the lucky who got to be evacuated from the mission in a horrible state. He was healed, at least, on his feet, barely, and he was wearing clothes that were singed, had blood on one shoulder, and he smelled strongly of smoke.

To say that had been a bit of a disaster was an understatement.

He was intending on letting Gen drag him to bed at the earliest moment, he was so exhausted. He'd also had a concussion and so he was also not at his sharpest at the moment. Notably, his SCA is missing, his wrists are bare.

He would be out of bed with Eva's arrival and then potentially he might actually get some sleep.

Imagination 13, he would be around the train, getting coffee and looking kind of like a zombie. He will likely still smell a bit of smoke, even if he's had a shower at some point. He won't go for leaving the train, but he's also maybe not getting as much rest as he needs.

Imagination 13

[consider8]

Eight herself isn't getting much sleep, instead busying herself in whatever work she can muster. While still getting used to Senku's... everything... there were still things that she wasn't going to abide. Among them, his health.

No, she couldn't force him to sleep, but the one thing that she could do was provide him with some food. To that end, Eight will be bringing him a tray with honey-soaked delicacies to hopefully give him some renewed strength.

And maybe to pay him back that favor she owed, a little.

[10billionpercent]

He was kind of sitting in the dining area, a bit spaced out with some coffee which was something.

When he was given a plate of honey soaked food he blinked a few times.

"What's this for?"

[consider8]

"For eating." Eight returned Senku's bluntness.

"You've been only drinking coffee since we've gotten back. You need to eat something."

[10billionpercent]

"Ah, that's because I'm so tired." Senku answered, sipping his coffee again. He was tired because he'd been injured and healed and probably needed to be in bed. He was just stubborn.

"This looks very uh, sweet." Senku observed. "Not really something I'm inclined to eat. Gen would like it, though."

imagination 13

[flatteries]

"Hey, Senku."

Inigo smiles, but at least it's a slightly moderate smile compared to how over the top it can be at times. Like he's at least reading the mood, even though he wants to at least make things feel a little less heavy if he can. Just ignore the fact that the area around his eyes looks a little dark, okay, he'll catch up on that sleep at.. some point..

Besides, he's at least looking less like a zombie than Senku right now, so he's got that much going for him. (Even though that's a very low bar to clear, isn't it.)

".. are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you right now?" Said as if he hasn't spent enough time working and fighting without rest already.

[10billionpercent]

Senku might look and feel like a zombie, because magical healing is only so magical, apparently.

He is, however, thinking clearly today and no longer confused.

"You can sit down." Senku snorted, sipping his coffee. Inigo shouldn't try that tired routine, he knew all about looking like a human raccoon.

[flatteries]

There's a moment of hesitation.

But then, slowly - like a hesitant teenager at school - he does move to sit down. There, Senku. Are you magically happy now? This is clearly how it works, right.

"Fine, fine, I can easily do this much, but I was thinking of something a liiittle more significant. You don't look like you're doing great." Then again, that could be said about many people on the train at this point.

[10billionpercent]

Happy was relative at the moment. He was glad that Inigo was sitting down. It didn't really make him smile though, that wasn't Inigo's fault. He was exhausted.

"Ah, yeah, blew up a little bit." He waved his hand slightly. "I got healed."

13, morning

[blue_ice]

Seto is largely functional now, but he's still more sluggish than usual for the same reason. He'd been kept in medical for a while the day before, but the flood of injuries from the big battle had forced the medics to send him off to his own bed.

He finds Senku on the way to the kitchen and approaches. They still haven't found the SCA, and that's bad news. But he's here and alive, for now.

"...you're good now?" he questions quietly, fumbling as he reaches for some toast. Basic breakfast, but he's not in the mood to be more creative.

[10billionpercent]

Functional was a little better, and that was probably how he could best be described. His breakfast was just a coffee, and he was kind of spacing out when Kaiba spoke to him.

"Ah, yeah. As much as can be expected." Senku responded, blinking a few times.

"Dragging, a bit, but I can't rest all day." He believed this, and would likely until Gen tracked him down.

[blue_ice]

Kaiba could understand that, at least. The medics were under even more pressure. So he carefully pulled out another slice of bread.

"How much more healing needs to be done? All the critical patients were saved, right?"

[10billionpercent]

"Far as I've heard, but I'm not exactly allowed to do much at the moment it seems." Senku hummed.

"Probably fair." He admitted. "I'm not as confused as I was yesterday...I don't even remember parts of yesterday, which is weird, but I'm probably not in good condition to be treating people."

Imagination 13, mid-day

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks had seen Senku passing by a few times, and knew how stubborn the other was. So he eventually followed his nose and the scent of smoke, before finding the other. "Take a rest and eat something." Especially since Trunks was shoving a mug of soup at him.

[10billionpercent]

"I was going to eventually, I'm not-" He protested, he was mostly doing work because it was more comfortable bu tthere was a mug of soup in his face.

He huffed slightly, that was a good tactic really.

"Thanks." He accepted it and took a sip.

[light_of_willpower]

"Tried to make it filling, and I'm sorry if it's not the greatest." Trunks gave Senku a look up and down. "Seriously when's the last time you ate and actually slept?"

Imagination 13, Afternoon

[namethattune]

It has been an incredibly long day already, and Siebren gives himself some time after the train leaves Nion to attempt to find his calm. After a while, it becomes clear that it will not matter how much time he gives himself; after everything that has happened, there is precious little calm to be had. He is still angry, and this is still a conversation that needs to be had.

So he sighs and goes to find Senku; despite the length of the train, it doesn't take long. He softens a bit at seeing the condition that Senku is in, but...only a bit.

"Senku." His tone is steely as he fishes Senku's shattered SCA out of his pocket and holds it up. "I believe this belongs to you."

[10billionpercent]

Typically, Senku is pretty alert, doing something and probably a lot more engaged with the world around him, even if he was sitting around.

He was actually spacing out when Siebren interrupts his train of thought.

The tone doesn't really tip him off to much, he blinked and reached out for it. It was broken, obviously, but that wasn't too surprising. He hadn't had time to think about what to do with a missing, now broken, SCA.

"Yeah. Thanks."

[namethattune]

He closes his hand around the SCA before Senku can take it. "And how, exactly, did you lose it?"

He knows - Seto had told him - but he wants to hear it from Senku directly, to make sure there was no misunderstanding.

Later - Imagination 13

[fun_thementalist]

Of course, at some point, Gen would be tracking Senku down. It's really not as if he needed a minder, or that he hadn't been healed magically, or that ... okay. Honestly? If we're really honest? Gen knew that Senku was a terrible patient, and would not rest if he needed to.

It wasn't even that he was bad at taking care of himself - the idea of rest and taking a break just didn't occur to Senku, Gen thought. He would advise it for other people, like when Chrome was overworked, or Francois became ill from some cold before they spread it to others. When Senku looked at his own health, it's as if there was a large blind spot.

So of course, he's looking for him on the train.

[10billionpercent]

Senku had a half drunk cup of coffee on the table and he'd just about given in on the staring into space effect, because his arm was draped across the table and his head was resting on it.

As long as no one was watching him, this would be fine, it was all fine. A few hours rest was clearly enough to recover, or so he figured, but he hadn't managed to accomplish a single thing.

[fun_thementalist]

Gen walked enough into his field of vision not to startle him - he hoped - and then set a hand on his shoulder. Squeezed it, very gently. He wasn't really trying to mother-hen - he knew Senku was physically healed - but he was clearly tired, and out of it.

"Hey, Senku-chan," Gen said quietly.

[blitzcheer]

"That's a after-mission look alright."

Let's be real, this can be any time during the 13th, but Tidus is absolutely popping into the train for breakfast (and that queue for the shower). Regardless of time, he's throwing Senku a sympathetic look, a grim line worn into his mouth.

"How you doing?"

[10billionpercent]

"Ah." Senku said, a bit dazed and he'd been staring off into space.

"Fine, I think." He answered with a bit of a shrug. "I'm not hurt anywhere, just a few lingering effects. I was magically healed."

He was also evacuated, but he very thoughtfully didn't mention that.

[blitzcheer]

Tidus nods knowingly.

"Oh yeah, that can leave your head fuzzy. 'Specially if you got hit hard." Like your mind's confused about the damage it knew was there, even though everything is technically fine. "You'll be fine, just take it easy. It'll be over after a day or two."

At least, in his experience... but he remembered more often recovering from a magic drain with it, which usually messed with his head more.

"Looks like we get to stay here a while longer though. You want me getting you anything 'til we need to leave?"