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002 - A Time to Gain and a Time to Lose

Truthfully Hesaeth was not a place that Donnie had been in any particular hurry to return to. So much had happened there, such gains and losses in what he felt was comparatively a short amount of time. He'd had mixed feelings about their abandoning the resources, but he still wouldn't have questioned the decision when they had such dire threats bearing down upon them. Resources could be replaced. Lives could not.

And yet, here he finds himself again. At least he has no intention of poking around what's left of the camp itself, and he and the other Corsairs had made sure that the mines would be inaccessible in the wake of their escape. The Empire would have to start all over again, but for now it seems that they're too busy licking their own wounds after their losses from here and against Flotsam.

Their target is one of two downed ships. It's a wonder what some well-aimed guns can do. The vessel's entirety had listed to one side during its descent, driving itself into the nearby cliff-face until its starboard side had been nearly flattened.

"Considering the load capacity of those ships, I'm willing to bet they've got some decent artillery other than their cannons. Probably didn't think they'd need to pull out anything else," Donnie notes as he observes the site from the rail of their own airship while it circles closer.

The entry point is through the rear loading hatch, which had been partially open perhaps in an attempt to evacuate before the whole ship had tipped over, and after rappelling down from their ship, the real adventure begins. Footing is tricky given the steep angle, ensuring that anything not nailed down or secured has been thrown to the starboard side of the ship. Toppled crates, containers and the equipment meant to move heavy loads make up most of the 'floor' they have to navigate across, as well as some dangling machinery hanging precariously by their loading harnesses.

((OOC: Leaving it open as to whether interested parties want to thread together or individually, whichever is easier/preferred! Also, this is a salvage mission so if there's anything anyone else might be in the market for, let me know!))

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The lights on the thing begin to dim as the whine of its systems power down. For a moment all is still.

Eventually there's the hiss of a release as the emergency hatch pops up slightly before being pushed back. A shaky hand settles on the edge of the opening, and grunting, Donnie finally pulls himself up. That last bit of magickery had drained him pretty bad.

His arms waver as he tries hauling himself out, folding in just as he manages to get his feet out, and he pitches forward as he loses his balance.

Link had been about to hold out a hand, to give Donnie some help getting out. Instead, he just ends up catching him entirely.

Which almost seems like it won't work out, considering Link's rather small stature. But he's a lot longer than he looks, and he manages to keep Donnie from hitting the ground.

A brief look of panic flits across Donnie's face before he finds himself caught. He looks a bit embarrassed, but more than grateful to be saved a fall. That would not have been fun.

"Thanks..." he says, trying to resituate himself so he at least won't be falling anywhere face-first.

Link stares at Donnie for a moment, his expression focused and intense. When he's sure that the turtlekin isn't about to fall over, he nods. Lets go, and allows Donnie to stand on his own feet once again.

And then he reaches into his pack, and pulls out a mushroom skewer. Offers it towards Donnie.

It is, amazingly, still hot - as if it had just been cooked, and not stashed within Link's pack for an untold period of time. And if Donnie eats it, he'll find that the skewered Stamella shrooms help bring back some of his energy.

Donnie is trying his very best not to fall over. He sets a hand against the frame of the armor once Link retracts his arms, just in case.

There's a blink at the offering, brow shifting as his expression turns quizzical before he looks at Link again.

"...how do you know that the lizard hasn't been running around all over these..." is the question he chooses to ask, even as he takes the skewer. He's probably eaten worse than something touched by a lizard, and regardless, this looks kind of tasty. That it's still hot is mind-boggling, definitely some sort of stasis magic at work- which makes him have to wonder about that poor lizard even as he eats.

"Oh wow, this is amazing..!" He can feel some of his fatigue already lift, no longer feeling like he'd fall over at any attempted steps.

As usual, it's hard to see it in Link's expression - but he does brighten, just a little, at the praise.

It's always nice, when people like his cooking.

"Stamella shrooms," he says. As for the question of how he knows how the lizard hasn't been running all over them...Link just shrugs. It's not really something he's thought about.

And as it turns out, Link has a question of his own to ask, now that their task is complete. "You make light things?" And then Link waves a hand, in a vague way that's possibly meant to suggest the magical constructs of purple light Donnie had created.

Donnie rolls his shoulders back, still quietly intrigued at the instant difference he's feeling. "I wonder how that would taste as a coffee...." he muses.

Light things. The turtlekin blinks. "Oh! Yeah, I...guess in a way I do. I'm not exactly sure what to call it. Some kind of constructs of magical energy?"

Donnie's musings just gets a blank look from Link - since Link has absolutely no idea what coffee is.

"They're pretty," Link says, offering up his own observation about Donnie's ability. "Like light machines?"

... Clearly Link needs to be educated on the wonders of coffee.

'Pretty' isn't exactly a comment he's heard about his magic before so Donnie isn't quite sure how to take that one, although like any typical teen he can't help but look a little embarrassed because 'pretty' isn't what he was going for.

"Yeah, I guess they pretty much are," he at least can agree upon, although machinery isn't all that he's made, but certainly the more complex of what he's dabbled with.

It's made of purple light - why wouldn't it be pretty? And Link likes pretty. Pretty's a good thing, as far as he's concerned.

"What can you make?" Link asks, ever curious.

Since most of his usage has been entirely experimental, Donnie's lost track of who all's seen him actually make use of his ability.

"Tools, usually. Working machinery, like you saw. I made a cannon once, like the ones equipped on Armors," he says as he considers.

"A light canon?" Link says. Is that a glint in his eye? A little whirring of gears in Link's brain, as he thinks of all the ways he would use such an ability, if he had it?

Donnie can't help but smile crookedly at that obvious look. "Yeah, had to discourage the Imperial shock troops from following us in the mines somehow."

Although in hindsight it might have been a bit overkill considering the precarious circumstances, but it had still been effective enough to give himself and Ziel time to retreat.

"...Can you make rockets?"

Because of all the Zonai devices Link didn't have access to anymore...he really, really missed rockets.

"Rockets?" Donnie blinks. "I've...only heard a little about them from Harlock. That they're used on the ship he has, so he can fly through the stars."

"They're useful," Link says, eyes bright. "They make fire that can push."

And if Donnie could figure out to make them with his pretty purple light constructs...well. Link's sure it'd be pretty impressive.

"It'd have to be a lot of energy created and expelled, then." Maybe not too unlike what he'd done with the Armor, but with less magic and more power. Although if he's still implementing his magic then it's still all going to be magic.

"...I need to know how it works, physically. I don't suppose you'd have something like schematics..."

Link's going to have to disappoint Donnie; he shakes his head. No, Link doesn't have schematics.

"They're ancient Zonai technology," he says. Given enough time, Purah could probably figure out how to replicate them. But right now, how the technology worked was still a mystery to everyone in Hyrule.

Donnie somehow isn't surprised, although at the same time he is a bit disappointed that of all the things Link tends to grab and stuff into his magical bag, schematics aren't one of them. Of course, that'd only help if there were any to begin with, and if they're ancient technology, who knows how much of it's survived on paper?

"Oh," he says, sighing. "Well...maybe I can get Harlock to give me more information and work from there."

Well, some schematic existed. But they were for how to combine existing pieces of Zonai technology - like the rockets - and not for the smaller devices themselves.

"Empire took mine," Link offers. "If we find them, I can show you."

That gets a blink from the turtlekin. "Your...what- schematics? -or wait, do you have a rocket?"

Because Donnie wouldn't put it past Link to have had one if he'd brought it up to begin with.

"Rockets," Link says. Because of course, he hadn't just had one rocket in his korok-enchanted pack.

"Oh you insane man," Donnie stares before he lets out a cackle. "If you have more than one then surely you wouldn't mind me taking one apart. -provided we find them."

Link nods his head rapidly. He'd had a number of rockets - he could spare one, if they ever found them.

(And maybe then Donnie would make rockets out of purple light, and it would be amazing...)

That makes the turtlekin grin. "Excellent."

The world would never going to be the same...

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Should we wrap up around here?

Sounds good to me!