Last spark from the ashes

"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?"