"Sentient," Blaze confirms, "but sleeping. Or dead. Words like that get real fuzzy where it's involved. but that's why you're here." She swings them easily into a flight path toward the landing cradle where they've been directed. Today isn't a day for going through the hangar anyway. Too many people. Too much noise.
"Not friendly ones," she answers Thor. "Don't worry, though. You won't be the weirdest-looking thing to show up at the Tower." Not to say he won't draw eyeballs, though. An imposing Norse god with an eyepatch, a mechanized arm and an axe that could cleave clean through a Hive knight? No Guardian's going to miss that walking by.
Especially not their Vanguards. They angle down toward a wide open plaza at the back of the Tower's peak, glimpsing green lawns and red-leaved trees before they dip down to a couple of levels below. Blaze spots a familiar figure in white plate watching from the railing above, and grunts to herself.
"Might be a welcome party when we disembark. Won't be a problem. Worst they'll do is make a fuss, but they won't start a fight." She thinks, at least. The ship settles into the berth, automated dock latching on and securing the little craft. Blaze shoots a look over her shoulder at Steve, up at Thor. "Would you like to take him?"
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"Not friendly ones," she answers Thor. "Don't worry, though. You won't be the weirdest-looking thing to show up at the Tower." Not to say he won't draw eyeballs, though. An imposing Norse god with an eyepatch, a mechanized arm and an axe that could cleave clean through a Hive knight? No Guardian's going to miss that walking by.
Especially not their Vanguards. They angle down toward a wide open plaza at the back of the Tower's peak, glimpsing green lawns and red-leaved trees before they dip down to a couple of levels below. Blaze spots a familiar figure in white plate watching from the railing above, and grunts to herself.
"Might be a welcome party when we disembark. Won't be a problem. Worst they'll do is make a fuss, but they won't start a fight." She thinks, at least. The ship settles into the berth, automated dock latching on and securing the little craft. Blaze shoots a look over her shoulder at Steve, up at Thor. "Would you like to take him?"