"Graviton emissions?" Blossom repeated, clueless. Bell blinked, likewise stunned.
"Yes, and they're coming from the forward end of the lower observation deck. I don't get why she'd want to build a gravimetric weapon when she has the entire ship rigged up as one big cannon. Either way, that appears to be the next thing on the list behind the engines, which will be taken care of. Blossom, Bell, get down to that deck and check that out. Something's going on down there that shouldn't be. If the emissions continue to grow, I could lose the lock on you and won't be able to pull you back if something bad happens."
Bell, spurred by the sudden reason to take prominent action, nodded to Blossom, "We'll get it done. Come on, I'll show ya the way."
Blossom didn't move, however, still basking in the light of the planet Earth beyond the thick viewing windows. She had seen Earth from space before, a few times. It was so pretty, yet space was so dangerous. The ship was reversing away from it, either breaking its orbit or trying to create a new one. In the distant, a quarter-crescent moon hung like a diamond sickle overlooking its parent planet. So small compared to it, yet so big in itself. Blossom wanted to stay a little longer up here on the empty bridge that had been stripped of all but the most necessary of equipment. There were strange smears on the walls that Bell assumed to be blood from those who used to live and work on this machine. They, too, had fallen the way so many others had. Brutally. Painfully. And with no chance of escape or even seeing their own doom coming. She searched for a reason to stay; anything at all. She found one. She spoke up.
"Dexter, where is the Professor?"
Dexter's response was curt, crisp and prompt, "He's arranging a few things back at your place, then he said he'll come straight over. He doesn't want to miss anything."
"M-Miss... anything?" Blossom repeated, thinking it too much like wanting to watch a much-anticipated football match or something similar.
"If something bad happens, he wants to be here, in case we need to make an extraction. He can't just sit idly by, you know."
"Well..." Blossom stared down at the place where Megaville was meant to be, amongst all those lights. "At least he's thinking of us."
"Blossom... if it weren't so impractical... then I would have seen to it that the whole world would be thinking of you right now."
Blossom's cheeks went a deeper pink, "Dex, that's real sweet of you..." she muttered. Bell regarded her silently.
"I'll deal with the other two. You go down and see what's happening, and get back to me. I'll be quick, before Buttercup chews my head off over the phone."
"Good luck!" Blossom giggled, before turning to look at Earth once again.
Bell put her hand on Blossom's shoulder, "You're... you're very lucky to have him, you know... Someone who can stay with you... even if you lose everything else..."
Blossom turned to her, "Bell, I want this to be the last time I hear that sort of thing from you."
The sugargirl blinked, "Huh?"
"From now on, you're not losing a thing. From now on and from here on out, you're one of us and you're gonna make up for what has been lost. And when it's time to... you should be the one to finish her off."
Bell gave a small yet confident grin, "The day has come, eh?"
Blossom grabbed her hand, making the smaller girl blush, "Come on! Let's find out what she's cooking up!" she told her, and together they sprinted out of the derelict bridge.
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