broken arrow - Part three

The core trapping the dodeca-wth is ushered towards proper seating with all this indirect ministering. The efforts to TLC it are succeeding, and with the metal discs framing the device, power to the vessel is becoming more dependable. It's quite an angry display of constrained power until the socket has fully accepted the sorcerous tech. There's a clap of thunderous discharge as it rests in its cradle. The ship would wriggle its butt and wag a tail-fin if it was alive. The whole ship begins to inch very slowly along the ground with no one at the helm. The crew assembled outside either drop everything, or make a mad grab for possessions at the sight of the great ship. The sound it makes as it makes a furrow is a curious gravelly churn felt in the tummy.
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