[ After everything else they’ve done, everything else they’ve lived through that they shouldn’t have (and didn’t, in one case), it is only natural that they say as they’ve said to doubters, to the world, to fate itself before:

Fuck the impossible.

Go! A word that sings in heart, echoed aloud by her brother, and the ship responds. Slipping from sluggish to streamlined, it sweeps forwards the open space before them, passing through the parted gate as though it’s humanoid burdens and metal body were as light as a feather. Before them, a sea of endless lights, the stars seemingly infinite, and for a moment Vex is transfixed.

Then, a slow, steady turn, as her hands press dials and draw back on the controls. Time to bank this baby and bring her around to face the planet. ]