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[springs_eternal]

[A smiling and decidedly non-human face appears on screen; Walker apparently had little trouble discerning the technology, and now it's time to get to work.]

Greetings! I've just woken from a perfectly peaceful slumber on your ship, and I thank you for your hospitality. I cannot remember what brought me here, I'm afraid, so I assume I was injured and you were kind enough to take me in.

[Yes, he really thinks that is what happened. Don't make fun.]

I am Saint Walker, Blue Lantern of Sector 1. I must depart soon, but please, allow me to repay you...some...how...


[He stops, having just emerged from the ship, only to find a small group of tired, ragged people huddled together. One of them is injured, caught up in the recent stampede fiasco, and the rest aren't looking so good either.]

Oh. I see.

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[knightoflight]

Not many people say that, especially after waking here.

But it is always good to have another friend.

[He leans closer to study the ring.] What is your ring's name?

[He presumes it is a fellow sentient creature--it has a voice after all.]

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[springs_eternal]

Waking here, waking there...so long as we are able to wake, there is work yet to be done.~

[Walker's indefatigable smile shines on, and he holds the ring up a little closer to the large creature's optics. Keenly, he catches on to Wing's understandable notion of the ring having an identity and quickly seeks to come to an understanding while he hovers there, suspended weightlessly as if held aloft by tiny little threads.]

No, I'm afraid it isn't like that. I do not wish to sound demeaning, but it has no intelligence of its own... [another light laugh] Certainly not as advanced as you!

[Proving that he has a fair amount of agility, even in the air, Walker begins to circle around Wing's sizable frame, his lean, wiry body bending slowly and smoothly as he orbits the Autobot's body.]

So, Brother. What do you do here?

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[knightoflight]

True.

[Sweet spark, it was like talking to himself.]

Oh. It is merely a verbal interface? It seems that with a companion like that you would perhaps...not be lonely.

[N-not that Wing is.]

[He stands still, rotating his head, merely as the other circles him.]

Here, I try to help. Carry water, stabilize the ship, keep watch against the Authorities.