*crossposted from own journal*
*Faster-than-light travel is an interesting thing. If you exceed lightspeed in real space - which Unicron-built astro engines are capable of - it's possible to get to your destination faster than your own image can reach the eye of an observer. The science involved is better not even contemplated by anyone not designed with the necessary processing power; the effect, though, is that, to a stationary observer, one simply materialises out of thin air.
This is what happens high above Cybertron now, as the huge, sleek, violet-black shadow that is the warship Dis suddenly pops out of apparently nowhere, weaves gracefully around a couple of passing small moons and settles itself in orbit as though it has every right to be precisely where it is. If anyone on Cybertron happens to be watching the skies, they're probably about to have hysterics.*
*On the bridge of the Dis, Galvatron stands up from the pilot's console and stares with brooding intensity out of the viewing pane in front of him. His optics narrow and he mutters something under his breath, too quietly for even Cyclonus and Scourge, behind him, to overhear...*
This is what happens high above Cybertron now, as the huge, sleek, violet-black shadow that is the warship Dis suddenly pops out of apparently nowhere, weaves gracefully around a couple of passing small moons and settles itself in orbit as though it has every right to be precisely where it is. If anyone on Cybertron happens to be watching the skies, they're probably about to have hysterics.*
*On the bridge of the Dis, Galvatron stands up from the pilot's console and stares with brooding intensity out of the viewing pane in front of him. His optics narrow and he mutters something under his breath, too quietly for even Cyclonus and Scourge, behind him, to overhear...*