"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen. A big hand to you all for coming today to the launch of Jirachi 7. A big welcome also to our viewers at home. We hope that this will serve as a beacon of hope to you all out there. Cyren will not be bullied by foreign governments. This stands as a monument to the strength of Cyren! Together, ladies and gentlemen, we can mould the future!"
"He sure knows how to work a crowd." Max was staring blankly at a monitor in the room. It was a cold, dark cell that he wasn't happy about being in. His voice echoed every time he spoke. The light above him flickered incessantly. It was driving him mad.
"Cheer up, bruiser. We'll get out of here." Wehc was hanging out of his cell door, the bars wide enough for him to lean on. Every member of the group was housed in a separate cell. Fair enough, Max thought. It made sense. The only exceptions were Krystal and Roy, whose containment together came due to a worsening in Krystal's state. Max looked over to them, their cell being next to Wehc's.
"How's she doing?" Max called over. Roy looked at him with a weak smile.
"She's hit a plateau, at least. " He sighed and moved to one of the straps holding her to a metal table. She was seizing like he'd never seen. Could it really be because of the gunshot? He leaned over her, looking almost disappointed. "I dunno... We can only wait and see how she gets at this point."
Max grimaced a little and turned to the other visible cell. Sepia was pacing around the room. His only possession not seized, a small marker pen, was being put to work. He was drawing all over his cell. Max couldn't really understand most of it. He could pick out the words "Color tracing" and "Timelines", but the rest of it made little sense.
"You solved the mysteries of the universe yet?" Max said, half laughing.
"Not quite. But I am definitely missing something." Sepia was stony faced. He was thinking. He'd seen Sepia concentrate before, but never like this. He'd never seen him working. Sepia tapped either side of his head while he was thinking with two fingers. It was rapid and light, as if he was trying to jog his own memory. Max observed as he would tap his head, then pull his hands away and wiggle his fingers a bit while talking to himself, before tapping again. A little eccentric, but not the strangest thing he'd ever seen. Max walked to the back of his cell and sat down, looking outwards, staring at Wehc, who was chatting down the line of cells. He'd never really thought about Wehc before... He had integrated himself into the group with relative ease. This, Max wondered silently, was a troubling thought in and of itself. He brushed the thought off and closed his eyes. A nap would clear things up.
"Ssh." Krystal whispered to her ray of light. "We have to remain hidden."
"Are you okay?"
"Just a headache. I'm too close to myself. You've seen the other side of this."
Constant nodded as Krystal forced open a crate. It made a loud CRACK as it opened. She looked over her shoulder quickly. No one had heard it. Good. She slipped inside the crate and refixed the top.
"Okay... now we wait..."
Kiss stood with her followers around her. As a group they stood on top of Jirachi 7 itself, held in place by Kiss' own desire to not fall. The cultists shuffled nervously, their total faith in their overlord only ever-so-slightly challenged by the prospect of a fall. One member of their order screamed slightly as the machine beneath them whirred to life.
"Don't panic, my dear. It will all be okay very soon..."
"You've sedated the masses."
"Yes, Schwarz. I have. Now we can begin." Weiss sat down in a free chair. "It won't be long now." The flight deck of Jirachi 7 hadn't really been built in the vein sci-fi cockpits. It was a large, glass orb jutting out of the front of a relatively flat box. As it began to gain momentum, pillars of light shot out before it, acting as tracks. Jirachi 7 itself functioned like a train, following tracks it made itself with hard-light projections. A miracle of technology. Something to look smug about, Weiss thought. The box itself was opening up, the flat surfaces giving way to create a Jirachi-like appearance: Three pointed outcroppings functioning as little more than aesthetic-improving add-ons, as well as two 'hand'-like grips for the tracks. It was an engineering marvel. Weiss turned to Schwarz with his smug look. His gaze was cast over the platform that housed the navigation systems at its sides. The platform jutted out in the middle of the glass orb, giving the best view possible. There was nothing in the middle at all, which had forced Weiss' seat at the side. "So, everything changes now, huh? We have Team Temporal, we've restored the public's faith in progress... Everything changes..."
Schwarz smiled, looking outwards, hands behind his back. He stood proudly, firmly. "You have no idea."