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“It’s time to go.”
Beau turned around at the voice coming from the control deck, Yasha looking back at her. Most of her armour was off at this point, stored in transmat in case of emergency, but otherwise it’d hopefully be a few days or two before I was needed again.
“Alright. Final checks? It’s gonna be real awkward if we’ve gotta actually make haste cause we’ve forgotten something. Never hear the end of that.”
“Hmph, I’ve double checked - besides, I’m sure of all the things to leave them with that would be something to remember alright.” Yasha countered, sauntering up to the smaller woman, wrapping herself around the Hunter. “We can still stay if you’ve changed your mind? I don’t mind.”
The time had come; things had been peaceful for over 6 months - no gods, no invasions, no forth-dimensional mindbends. It finally seemed like Sol had quietened down - the swords could be beaten back into plough-shears.
Now there was that age old question: what now?
Beaus hands grabbed hers, holding the Titan to her still for the moment armoured back, “I agreed, Yash; time to go out and see what else is out there - not many get the lifetimes we do; don’t want to get complacent with it now and just laze around.”
“We can always come back - the refits to the Stormherald mean we’ll never be truly far away.” Yasha promised her.
She didn’t reply, instead bringing Yasha’s joined hands to her lips, earning herself a sweet sigh of acceptance.
“How old are you, Yash?” She asked after enough time in a comfortable silence.
She felt a shift of pressure against her armour as Yasha straightened up in surprise, “hm? You’re not suddenly thinking I’m too old for you?” She relaxed back into the smaller woman, pressing into her like a weighted blanket, “thought you liked them older~”
“Hey - I’m just curious is all.” Beau countered, craning her head up to meet the glowing heterochromia eyes bearing down at her with a knowing gleam.
Yasha sighed, leaning down to give the younger Guardian a gentle kiss on the brow, “I’m not sure, not really many good ways to keep track back in the dark age - probably in the hundred or so. Why ask now?”
“Well, I gotta set up my new goal - gotta make sure I overtake those numbers.” Beau chuffed.
“You fucking flirt.” A laugh broke out through the Awoken’s steady posture over Beau, making up for it, she reached down and swiftly snatched the armoured form of Beau from her standing position like she was a plush bear, holding her bridal style as her face descended upon her.
“-I’ve changed my mind, I think I’m gonna lock us in this ship forever instead - everyone’ll wonder where in the galaxy they went and we’ll just be hiding here; keeping you all to myself.” Yasha growled between kisses.
“H-hey now - we can do both still, the Ghosts can do all the heavy lifting!” Beau proposed, earning a mental jab from her Ghost who was doing everything in their power to block out the nonsense.
Yasha seemed to be on the same wavelength as she carried her mischievous Hunter towards the flight deck of her newly refitted spacecraft, “Ooh no - I let Dairon be in control and they’ll take us into the nearest sun - and Zu will just let them!”
Walking with her precious cargo towards the co-pilot seat, she settled herself into the main flight controls, ignoring Beau’s pout. The craft hummed beneath her hands as she readied the engines to take them away from earths orbit, backdropped by the scintillating Valence from the Traveler.
A ping came in from the cockpits computer displays, a single image sent over:
A picture from the Chateau, All the Nein huddled around a hastily made and incredibly overly decorated sign.
*Happy travels, we’ll Miss you! - M9*
“Ready to go then?” Beau asked, looking up from the image with glassy eyes and an offered hand.
Yasha reached over, taking a hold with a gentle squeeze, “Yeah, Let’s see what we can find out there.”
There was an unknown to explore.
And still a Destiny to be made, together.