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Mel Brock     It's shortly after the warehouse bust; long enough for Marshal Mel Brock to collect what info she needs from the local constables, do a last check of certain Union laws, and then get ready to go. She's tossed her coat in the back seat, loosened her jumpsuit a bit, and carefully laid Hrafn's blade form against the passenger seat, such that the sword's spirit could easily manifest herself in that seat if she wanted.

    And just like that, the canopy closes with a hiss of air, and with a few taps of a touchscreen, the vehicle hums to life. Her hands work the controls deftly; the liftoff is smooth and easy, and the craft swiftly accelerates. That... ends up leaving something of an awkward silence in the compartment. "So, uh..."
Heaven's Armory     Hravn dematerialized for the walk back. The law got their perps, so the constables are satisfied. There might have been some fuss over removing evidence from a crime scene, but they can't actually keep a sapient artifact where it doesn't want to be, come to that.
    Once the two are either seated or seat-leaning, Hravn rematerializes, reclining as she can, legs crossed and a hand on one knee. She seems pretty relaxed, smiling pleasantly over after Mel almost says something. "Yes?"
Mel Brock     "...I was kinda hoping I'd come up with something by the end, there," Mel admits. "Thought about a lot of possible stuff that could happen to me out in the Multiverse, but this wasn't one of 'em. I don't mind, just... completely unprepared." Despite the awkwardness, her piloting is smooth; she gets as far as a warp gate, and once she's gone through, actually punches up an autopilot course. It takes her into a major travel lane, so there's no real worry there. "So... let's start with the basics, I guess," she decides, sitting back in her chair while the Chaser flies itself. "Legendary magical blade. Only to be used by qualified wielders. Tell me about yourself?"
Heaven's Armory     "Hmmm," Hravn tilts her head, looking up. "Let's see. Once again, my name is Hravn. I'm part of Heaven's Armory, but that's not a name father gave us. It's just what we came to be called, and over time, we accepted it. I have six sisters, my theme is 'air,' which describes my abilities, and... I can't give details on anything above your authorization, nor anything that might have been private to one of my past wielders. I know that might seem like it's just making things difficult, but there's good reason for the rules I have to follow; please trust me on that." She smiles again. That answer should do to give more questions.
Mel Brock     "Yeah, I... I believe you, I think," Mel replies. "Or at least I trust you're telling the truth. So your theme is 'air'..." She muses on that for a moment. "I guess, tell me what you're capable of that you /can/ tell me just yet? And from the sound of it... I guess your capabilities will adapt to suit me? I might get some ability out of you that no one's ever had before?" Now that she's past the initial stumbling block, it's almost childlike the questions she's rushing to. It's a good way to pass the trip.
Heaven's Armory     "Ahh, as to that--I showed you before, but one thing I can do is render air as a solid, and then manipulate it. I can shape it, and move it. Or perhaps, I should say, /you/ can do so, while wielding me. I'll power the effect, but I'll feel your intent even if you don't say it out loud. If you'd like to make the air catch someone, I can make it soft but resistant. If you'd like it to cut someone, it can be thin and hard." Hravn gestures as she explains, swishing a hand through the air like a knife.
    "Mm, I can't guarantee you'll develop something no one has before, but it's possible. There are things I can do that no one has ever been permitted. And there are things I believe I may be able to do that I'm not sure about, because no one has ever tried. I can state that the authorization granted will be suited for you, at the least, to the best of my discernment. My role is to support in every way I can."
Mel Brock     Mel listens, and as they come up on a section where air traffic splits off towards a warpgate, she assumes control again, guiding the craft down and towards it. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I doubt I'll use air to do any cutting that much, but... actually, come to think of it," she adds, "How much did that scan or whatever it was tell you about me?" It's a pretty good question to ask. She's not in a profession where a sword in specific is the best idea in most cases, but... well, her life has become a walking exception to many rules of thumb and common sense.
Heaven's Armory     "Scan...?" Hravn gives a curious look, then, "Oh, you mean when you were judged as qualified. I can't actually tell the details of that, myself. It's something like intuition, but from experience, I can tell you about it in general." She pauses for a few moments, staring outside. "The judgment measures one character. Broadly, it's a matter of 'how well can this person be trusted with the most powerful weapons in the world.' Ah, that's speaking of the world we came from, of course. Disposition toward the righteous and the unrighteous, and also, a willingness to place oneself at risk, and even to seek out risk, for the sake of acting on one's beliefs. That is..." Hravn steeples her fingers, looking again at Mel, "...how likely one is, to be a hero."
Mel Brock     "Well, I guess that's..." Mel scratches the back of her head. "...a hero. Huh. Being called that actually kinda makes me feel... a little embarrassed? I mean, it's not the first time. I'm in law enforcement, a Marshal for the Sol Territories Alliance. My job to go around my home galaxy and help out local police with the big, important stuff. Especially in my case, since I'm a psychic." She reaches up and taps her right temple. "Like I said before, I can move things with my mind, and I'm really strong with that. So they send me to the really dangerous stuff a lot of the time. Plus, I'm with the Union now, and that's... that's been nothing but crazy. I mean, it got me a magical sword."

    It's kind of a lame attempt at a joke, but she's trying. They've also just come through the gate, and as soon as they do the dashboard of the Chaser seems to link up with local communications and displays a lot more info. She reaches over, and taps the dashboard, speaking in a formal tone. "Mojave, this is Marshal Brock in the Firestarter-C, requesting permission to make orbit. Flight plan is to rendezvous with the Firestarter in orbit. Transmitting proposed flight path." The clearance comes a moment later, with a short wait given. That done, she turns to Hrafn with a little smile. "Ever been past the sky?"
Heaven's Armory     "It will likely," Hravn says, "get crazier as you go. That is how it is, for heroes. Usually." There's also the possibility of dying before it reaches that point, but she doesn't mention that. However many wielders she's previously had, clearly, none of them are still around. "A marshal, hm? And part of the Union... I'll have to learn your circumstances, as well. That's necessary to my role."
    Her eyes go back to the screen outside. "I suppose I must have, to leave my world, before, but... if I have been, I had no chance to look around." There's a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.
Mel Brock     The radio blips. "Firestarter-C, you are go for orbital acceleration. Safe trip, Marshal."

    Mel's smile widens just a bit. "You're in for a treat. I still love this part."

    She reaches out to the touchscreen and runs her finger up it, sliding a meter up to maximum, tapping one or two controls, and then moving her hand to the accelerator at her side. This, she slowly pushes forward... and the low, faint energy hum of the Chaser rises up. It's very much dampened, but Hrafn can still feel the light push of acceleration as the craft speeds up and begins to climb. Rather than up at a sharp angle, its ascent is actually relatively shallow, focused more on gaining speed as it climbs. But even with that, it isn't more than a handful of seconds before the craft goes right up through the clouds, and then keeps on going.

    And of course, soon even the blue sky of earth goes from 'all around', slowly and steadily to 'below', until it looks little more than a band of color wrapped around the Earth below. And above? The expanse of space, with the blinking lights of an interstellar empire glinting here and there in orbit.
Heaven's Armory     If there weren't any acceleration, Hravn would be standing up and leaning forward. As it is--she's going to wait until the pull of inertia is lessened before risking it. Her human-body has most of the usual vulnerabilities to being knocked around, unfortunately.
    Even with that limitation, she's takes in the sight like a (moderately dignified) tourist, saying nothing drinking in the view. Finally, "I wonder... how much has changed since I was last wielded, and how far I've traveled. 'Much' and 'far,' I think. I must then wonder how much has stayed the same. That will be... interesting."
Mel Brock     Watching Hrafn seems to be a treat in and of itself for Mel. It's not something she tells anyone, but she always gets a kick out of seeing someone's first reactions to space. Gradually, the faint 'push' of acceleration fades away, as the little ship finally achieves the desired orbit. And for a second time, Mel takes her hands off the controls and taps a touchpad button; the hum of the ship's engines dies entirely. Nothing to hear but the faint hiss of the environmental system.

    "Those answers would both be correct, yeah. We're... we're in a strange place. This Earth is part of my home dimension, but it's been linked up to a whole bunch of different other places, all cobbled together in one really big reality. Worlds of magic, worlds of science, worlds of both. Dark places, light places... I've seen some things since I got here. I thought I was ready for it, but I wasn't. Go ahead and have a look around," she adds. "We're passing over a storm system right now. Always cool to look at."