Oh boy, can't wait for Apeiron's next call with Weld!
Thanks for the inspo!
"I'm sure... that this patrol of yours will work out, Gully."
"
I hope you're right", a whisper came, barely louder than the constant hum of the new phone Weld had been issued. A heavy sigh started, only to be cut off a moment later. "
It's my... These rules are so stupid."
Weld cleared his throat "There's nothing against us discussing official actions, Gully."
"
Sorry. I'm still surprised you can get a-"
"Gully, please." Weld had struggled to expand his communication network again, after his last set of calls. He'd managed to have a patrol scheduled around the same time Gully and Manpower were acting, which had allowed him to get authorization to contact her, and by extension Facetime. The tinker had tipped him off to the fact that there was some sort of program listening in constantly, likely to report him to Piggot should he discuss anything he shouldn't. Fortunatley, the tinker was pretty sure it was only listening in for keywords, hence this workaround.
"
Sorry. Sorry. I just... I feel like I'm living on a prayer... with all the work and all, that is. Feel like I'm barely getting any sleep."
Weld smiled at Gully's 'correction' "Yeah, I get that... But
we're halfway there!"
A hiss-like snort crackled through the speaker.
Living on a Prayer... Weld couldn't count how many times he'd listened to the Bon Jovi song; both the Bet and Aleph variants. He was thinking moreso of the former, a lot more dynamic than the latter, sombre and slow, only to suddenly jump up into vigorous and ecstatic. He was somewhere there; in between the despair and the joy.
He'd been healed, and he was so much better than ever, but Apeiron had told him that the treatment was incomplete. He remained incomplete, just praying that a day would soon come when that would no longer be the case. Praying that Apeiron could finally fix him, once and for all.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, feeling the tension in his heart ease slightly. When his eyes opened, he knew he was looking at something far beyond him.
A vast expanse stood, like an island in a space-that-wasn't-space.
Before him marched an entity, a child with a body of metal, raised to be a soldier. They marched onward slowly, with discipline, weapon held high as they explored a bizarre mess of raised walls and coridoors amongst the wilderness.
Then suddenly, another metallic child-soldier appeared from around a corner, slightly older, but of the same nature. They fired their gun immediately, striking the first. The first locked up, before slowly looking down to where they were struck.
Weld would have continued to watch, only to feel a presence approaching the bizarre urban ruins; Fire and Fangs, a Warrior, a Hunter, a Predator.
He heard an odd 'meow' as he snapped out of whatever he was in.
He frowned.
Is it racist to think of cats as predators?
"-
eld? Weld? Do you copy?"