A series of sequential clangs erupts from somewhere far off. Obvious Morse code for, “You watch too much anime.”
“Yes dear, but I get bored when I can’t hear you, sometimes. And it’s not always fun to leave the house. Well, open the hatch and fire up the catapult; we’ve got to send our friend Parrot here into orbit, but first… can we do the thing? The opposing barrier… thing I just thought of? Someone out there will see the flare, and if I’m right, it’s those two.”
A little light above the words, SPATIAL-TEMPORAL SHIELD NOW ACTIVE, blinks a resolute pink.
“Excellent dearest! Good on you, have it waiting for my signal, there. And tell the Pagoda to synchronize, too; we’ve got to have hers or there’s no getting out of here. I have to be back at the Cloud to retro-position the Pagoda, and… what’s that? You’ve to pretend to be a shuttle? Well, with any luck, the backlash should create a small window for us to do it and get out. Remember that time we snuck between those two stars just to get that special photograph for Rose and were almost caught in the opposing gravity fields? Well, it’s nothing like that…”