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Alastor had been the first person Solaris had sent the photos to from her first flight in the Kyrval. Kyrie sitting in the cockpit in the flight suit with the helmet off, eyes glossy and red-rimmed, her face split by the biggest smile. And behind her, peachy toned skies of her homeworld, fluffy clouds below and above her as the ship coasted through an empty central zone. Other photos of glimpses of some of the floating islands, one photo of a clear view down to the lower lands and ocean below. Various photos of the consoles working and the warm pale light of the sun gleaming off the metal surfaces.

She'd shared them with others, too, but he'd been the first on her list.

After a few more test flights to confirm the first positive wasn't a fluke, and a few more flights starting to really push the scanners and systems on the ship as she began to search for that damned Chaos...

Well. She was beginning to form vague maps of the world's current state in small doses from each flight, but as for the actual location of all her problems, it seemed like it would be a process of elimination at this point.

Which did have the benefit of her at least being able to have some time between flights to stay on Earth for a bit, remind herself she had a life she could still live, and people she wanted to spend that time with. With Starfest in full swing, it'd also granted her a rather unique opportunity.

Devyn had put up a flying wish for the wishing tree. Kyrie had pounced on it immediately, and while she could have used her flight lessons to take a guest along on a flight there on Earth... nope.

Waiting for a free schedule moment had been arguably the worst of it, and second that moment hit, she was nearly hopping about with excitement. Nearly. The balls of her feet didn't come off the ground yet.

Teleporting back to the hangar, skies pale and warm where gaps in the cloud cover allowed them to peek through, Kyrie had zipped into the large building, flicking the button to open the hangar door for the ship, and began to poke around her compiled repaired flight suits. One looked to be Devyn's size when comparing length, and it seemed the suit was also broad enough for him. "I've only found so many," she'd sighed, passing him the suit, gloves, and boots before grabbing her own. "And only found so much for scrap material to do repairs on the fabrics and membrane of the parachutes. The tech bits for the seals I was able to get some stuff from Earth, at least."

She kicked off her boots she'd been wearing on Earth, stepping into the suit and unrolling it up herself till she could slip her arms in, and adjust the openings in the back to her wings. Various buckles, straps, zips, all hung about her as she worked. The thicker metal along the ends of the suit--its corresponding halves of the seals to everything else, linked into place as she pulled on her boots.

"How're you doing? Size okay?"

A change in the typical vocal tones caught her attention, certainly, and Kyrie eyed him a bit between fastening herself into the suit. Their design was efficient, structurally sound, and not remotely attractive. Well.

Okay, that was fully a personal opinion thing.

She actually liked the look of them, the old callbacks to days of mercurial and military activities where such clothing had been so commonplace, to the point of civilian usage being likely a main money maker for a lot of companies that had produced them. Once, there had been fashionable varieties for those with the credit to purchase them, or even have them custom-made, and more 'off the rack' styles that had been basic in colors and designs... but not the ones notably used by tradesmen and active duty members, or other such more strictly utilitarian areas.

"Found them in military bunkers," she explained with a grin and a lit of pride to her voice, "and I'm pretty sure they'd never seen much use, why they were even still left behind. Others definitely had been used a lot, but most I could do was use them for scrap material to fix up weakened areas in these ones. A few worn seams and degraded membranes are easy enough to replace if you've got the right stuff for it." But they'd survived, more or less, this long. Even degraded as they'd been from so long, they'd not been impacted by elements, and she'd found enough to Frankenstein them together into what she had.

Travelling to the hangar in the first place, wandering about her world looking for information as to the origin and location of the Chaos, she'd found numerous military bunkers, caches, small settlements and encampments. Places she'd been able to pillage again for the suits and gear, and the necessary materials to scavenge them back into working order. The fact she was able to use test flights with the Kyrval to travel back to them, instead of just walking again, had been nearly blissful in how quickly she'd been able to dot back around to spots.

"And shops on Earth. Half the time I can't believe the sort of stuff I can order online," she added with a snort. At least she was sure Mauvian digital protection kept her search histories and purchases from ending up on some list somewhere.... though from what she'd seen in some forums, they likely could have just been chalked up to being for elaborate costumes or something.

With the suits on, she looked him over after doing a last confirmation of her own setup. "Juuust these," she somewhat sing-songed, plucking up helmets and offering him one with a somewhat apologetic smile.

Once upon a time, she'd not have bothered with the suits and whatnot. Not with how active the skies were with other aetherships and people and reasonable winds she could trust.

She didn't question the skill of those that had helped her repair the Kyrval.

She questioned the current unstable weather patterns, and the what ifs, where if something did go wrong...

Kyrie handed him his helmet, and motioned to a covered patch on the chest of the suit. "If something goes wrong, rip this up, pull this strap." She pulled hers up lightly to show him, though didn't rip the cord out. "These membranes will expand out," she said, motioning to the slightly loose strips of a different material from the rest of the suit along the sides from wrists down to the ankles. "Our version of parachutes. You'll be able to glide slightly with them, slow the descent down to the ground."