[CLOSED] I walk from my Machine

[looksfine]

Characters: Kyle & Aya | Chekov & Aya
Date: Beginning of March
Location: Inside Kyle and Aya's mind | Aya's Suite
Situation: A shared moment between co-hosts of the same (temporary) physical form | Aya goes to Chekov with help redesigning her new body.
Warnings/Rating: All the usual fun stuff that comes with DC: discussions of death, war, loss, etc.

(Individual Starters Below)

Comments

[starcharter]

[He can't help but stare briefly. Chekov had been informed of the situation, of course, but seeing Kyle's body as a vessel for someone else is more than a little unnerving. But Aya seemed rather kind from what he can tell. And Chekov imagines Kyle could fight off any intruder if he so wanted to.]

I am happy to help. I imagine sharing a body with someone must be inconvenient for you both.

[looksfine]

[It was, in truth, hardly different from the kinds of stares she had received in the past, in her usual form, and thus did not bother her.]

[While Chekov was busy staring, Aya moved to allow him access inside, shutting the door behind them both. There wasn't the slightest hint of discomfort in any way, and in fact, at the implication, she immediately shook her head.]

Not at all. [She spoke for both herself and Kyle, whom she knew felt the same as she did on multiple levels.] It is difficult to explain, but our current state is...oddly comforting.

[Given their respective pasts with their universes' Entities.]

[starcharter]

[Chekov gives her a bit of an odd look, considering what she said.]

Do you mean it is comforting not to be alone?

[He's only had someone in his head once before. It had been calming, in a way, though he couldn't imagine doing it all the time.]

[looksfine]

Yes.

But it is more than just the companionship. Kyle is the first person who I can objectively state will understand me and my thought process. He has experienced what I have experienced. Felt what I felt. It is a sensation of absolute trust and partnership.

[starcharter]

A little like a Vulcan mind-meld-- you share experiences, memories, and feelings with someone else.

[He remembers the sensation when Spock had mind-melded with him. A weird sense of unity and tranquility. It helped that they already had a high level of trust in each other.]

I apologize. Perhaps I should get started so you may return to your own body.

[looksfine]

[There is a noticeable, momentary stillness in Aya's expression when Chekov references the Vulcan. She says nothing, but it would be apparent that her opinion of Spock had been...less than amicable, in the time they briefly shared conversing.]

You need not apologize.

I understand the desire to ask about our unique situation. Were I in your position, I would do the same.

[starcharter]

[He catches that look but doesn't comment. Spock can be... a little difficult to get along with sometimes. He's never had a problem, though it might be because they tend to have the same interests and come to the same conclusions-- even if they do it in very different ways.]

Where should we begin? May I see the components?

[looksfine]

You may.

[Eyes glowing softly with mutual power, she lifts one of Kyle's hands and summons a small selection of scrap metals. Clean, white and ready for warping into the proper shapes and sizes. A second summons brings the proper blueprints for Checkov to follow, including precise metric measurements of each and every angle.]

I can answer any further questions you may have, but these parameters should be mostly self-explanatory.