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[tennohno]

[This was a risky move on the both of them but so far the calculations were sound after all. There was nothing saying that a cephalon of Ordis's caliber would not be able to process transference let alone such an instance in which it would allow for the control of a frame. It would almost be on par to controlling the liset but on a much smaller scale. Maintaining navigation and altitude being traded for balance. Engine control for vitals.

Honestly the thought hadn't left him since the incident with Silvana in the Grove on Earth. The ability for others to do as he does. Though Silvana was what would happen to a human not like himself. But a cephalon? They had gone through the somatics together successfully and experienced something akin to a mindscape that belonged only to them.

Where they had finally been able to touch aside from fingers on control. Where he had been introduced to the predecessor that was Ordan Karris. The Beast of Bones. How terrible it was to know that the both of them had gone through such horrors by the Orokin's hand.

Now though he was going to provide a chance to the cephalon and right a wrong. Ordis and well...Ordan too knew what he had done to the Orokin in the end. Yet there was that yearning for the old. So he was going to supply that in a way.

It took some tinkering but he managed to situate a frame that he hasn't ever used despite coming upon it long before his second awakening. An immaculate Volt Prime that he had redone in the blues and whites that he associates with the cephalon. A frame that suited the quirky program in his opinion. It now lay to the side of the back room, away from anything important and fragile as the tenno crouches down and starts the uplink process.

Ordis had said something about being scared. Hopefully he wouldn't regret his decision. It's easier not to when the ship lights flicker and the Volt's chest moves with its first breath.]

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[cephalon]

[The idea had been planted long ago, after the first successful transferrence they had shared and now it was coming to fruition. Had anyone ever attempted to bond so closely with a cephalon before? The question would perhaps go forever unanswered, but what had been done would never be undone. Never be forgotten.

Sharing a space so intimate with his Operator had been overwhelming in the best possible way, and Ordis felt no shame over what had transpired. Wasn't their coupling the sign of the truest possible way he could love his Operator? It was, he was certain, and to see that fire burning within the man, to feel skin beneath fingertips, it was a memory that he would never shatter.

It would seem strange that a cephalon could feel fear, it wouldn't serve at all for a program that was supposed to serve as the primary control for an orbital ship, but there's a distinct sense of nervousness as he pulls away from the controls of the orbiter. With each system he withdraws from it feels as though his senses are being stripped. Trust, he had to trust his Operator, he always trusted his Operator. This would work, it would be a new way for them to share the bond between them.

He almost says something, almost reaches out to his Operator for reassurance, but no he steels himself and reminds himself to be strong. Everything will work out, he has faith, and when the first tinges of the uplink reach towards him he allows himself to fall.

It's a rush, even more than the somatics had been, and for a moment he's nowhere, lost in the void blind and deaf to his surroundings. And then there's weigh, he feels so heavy, leaden and foreign as the world comes to. Small, he feels small. Small, heavy, strange.

He doesn't attempt to move, not just yet, but instead merely lies there against the floor of the liset, feeling cool air cycle through him, through lungs that he hasn't used for so many thousands of years.]

[tennohno]

[The breathing was the right start but there was no other sign of the other moving or waking up which only made the seed of worry grow in the pit of his stomach until it became too hard to ignore. What if something had gone wrong during the process? How would he be able to repair such a thing? Could it even be repaired? Did he lose his cephalon to something so foolishly and selfishly done?

Shrugging off the pelt and tossing it aside, he inches in closer to brush his fingers ever so gently across the volt's shoulder. Hesitation plagued him as it was prone to do nowadays. However he reaches up to tear into the seals of his helmet until it finally gives and torn off.

Strange how cold it was back here but he paid it no further notice. Instead he cups the cheek or what he thinks is it of the volt before pressing a kiss to the forehead.]

Ordis please.

[cephalon]

[There are words flitting through the air, unfiltered by so many of the sensors that he's used to and it all still feels far too strange and cloying with every passing moment. But there's pressure too, heat, and there's a faint memory of sensation that he draws on to steady himself.

Another breath and his fingers twitch, this time stronger against the cold floor and he forces himself to act.]

Operator.

[It isn't the same as projecting himself through the orbiter's speakers, and the words come hoarse and quiet. But they're there, he's there.

There's a sense of weakness that permeates through him, but with trembling fingers he reaches up and brushes his palm against the back of the tenno's hand.]

[tennohno]

Ordis. I'm here.

[The tenno reaches over to take up the cephalon's hand and squeeze it reassuringly, leaning in to nose at the pale blue curves of the volt helmet. He didn't screw up. Ordis was still here and hadn't been swallowed by the process.

Letting out a ragged sigh, he kisses his forehead again before withdrawing some.]

Is everything working? Can you feel properly? Can you see?

[cephalon]

Operator.

[It's like a prayer this time, his fingers curling about the tenno's as he focuses on the feel of everything. He hasn't felt touch in...longer than he can actually remember, and while sharing a voidscape with his Operator brought back memories, there's so much more to actually be able to feel the cool of the armor and the small shifts of movement as the tenno frets.]

Operator.

[Communication is so strange too, but he tries to get a grip on the reality that surrounds him now. His Operator is here, is a grounding point, and with another deep breath he forces himself to move his other arm.]

I am trying. Give...give me a moment.

[He hates that he can't be immediately alright, and it pains him to cause his Operator such worry.]

[tennohno]

Sorry, I don't mean to rush you.

[This had to be overwhelming for the cephalon and he wasn't one to force when it came to Ordis regardless so he focuses on being patient. His hand never budges from his as the tenno takes a seat beside him with another sigh but one that is much more filled with relief.]

[cephalon]

No-

[There's insistence in his voice, and even if he still feels weak and strange he does his best to be strong. This is all still so new, but he's entirely sure of one thing: he never wants to make his Operator worry.]

Please. Stay.

[tennohno]

[The tenno doesn't say anything at that. Ordis was still attuning to all of the different sensors and workings of the armor as well as the body. He simply needed peace to work out all of the details of operation as much as remember what it was like to breathe, see, feel and well live.

Still he sticks close to the still downed volt and carefully tucks him in beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Rather interesting how small he is now compared to him but the voidscape had helped with that. Small but incredibly brilliant and strong nonetheless.]

[cephalon]

[Time is the only thing that will ease the strangeness about him, but the sensation of weight, of warmth, across the frame's -his- body is both comforting and grounding. He focuses on it, revels in the knowledge that his Operator is close by and with him; it gives him the strength that he needs to try and move.

With a moment of trepidation he steels himself, and then with a hesitant, jerky motion one hand raises as he reaches over to tentatively touch the tenno's cheek. It's warm beneath his fingers, and there's a swell of emotion that he would have thought would be completely unobtainable for cephalons. But it's there, the love and devotion that he's always known for his Operator, and it rushes over him like a wave.]

Thank you. For being here.

[tennohno]

[The touch stirs him out of his thoughts with a gentle rumble that gets him to turn back towards the small volt at his side, wondering what was the matter. In the end the tenno leans into the hand and taking it up with his own gently before pressing a soft kiss to Ordis's forehead once more.]

I wouldn't be anywhere else.

[cephalon]

Thank you.

[The words fall from him again, and he turns his head for the first time, ocular sensors finally adjusting to the stark lighting inside the orbiter. His Operator looks just like he remembers from the voidscape, so strong and so real and just the fact that he can feel the man's hand in his is enough to send that swell of emotion again.]

I see you.

[For real, this time.]

[tennohno]

Anything for you.

[It shouldn't affect him so much but he finds himself forgetting how to configure words and construct them into something resembling an answer. Instead he much rather rumble pleasantly and softly smile at the frame beside him, nosing at the pale blues of the helmet. This was his cephalon and one that could have once more what was taken away.]

[cephalon]

Operator. I...

[There's a swell of something deep in his chest. Emotion? He wasn't programed for emotion, but there's a deep and burning fondness regardless. Love. He's always loved his Operator, but there's something so overwhelming about finally being able to be real and physical and just to touch his Operator-

This isn't the dreamscape, he's still a creature of iron and warped flesh, but he leans in to press the visor of his helm to the tenno's lips anyways.]

[tennohno]

I swear on it. Just say the word and whatever you desire I will try my best to obtain for you.

[He can't stop himself from pointing that out to the cephalon and as he said he truly means it. There's not a drop of hesitancy to be heard.

His free hand comes down to trace along the curves of the helmet's jaw.]

I ugh can't say what this frame looks like though. Apologies.

[cephalon]

Ordis does not need anything, Operator. Ordis is merely happy to be allowed to be with you.

[And he means that so very truthfully. With a bit of effort he's able to start pushing the Volt's chassis up from the ground until finally he's sitting on the floor of the orbiter, looking around quizzically.]

I would...not have thought it would feel so big in here.

[tennohno]

You say that now but the offer will still remain regardless.

[He gives the cephalon space to move around as he wishes, watching carefully for anything that goes awry but forcing assistance upon him. Ordis would need to relearn things at his own pace.

Glancing around, he shrugs.]

You're much much smaller now so yes.

[cephalon]

Ordis says so because it is the truth. Being with the Operator is the best possible thing that he could ever ask for.

[It's strange to think that he's inside of himself, inside of the body that he wore for so long and it sobers him a bit. The thought isn't enough to dampen his spirits though, especially now that he's able to touch and walk and do everything that he's always played through in his head time and time again.]

You are tall. I mean, taller, Operator.

[tennohno]

Being at my side tends to have its perks. Such as being needs and requests tended to so that you can be happier. There's nothing wrong with making such things known.

[He pushes back onto his feet and straightens up to look down at the Volt. There was at least a good head difference in height between the two of them. Still all the more reason to lean down and press a kiss to Ordis' helmet.]

Yes and you are short.

[cephalon]

Ordis...is not sure that it is polite to ask the Operator to tend to any needs he may have.

[The sheer idea of being served instead of serving is so strange, and he's not entirely sure how to begin processing things. The kiss helps distract him though, though he does huff slightly at the observation.]

Ordis is merely short at this time.

[tennohno]

Well it would be polite if you ask nicely. Don't think either of us are too fond of demands being made. Besides that's what partners do. They help each other out.

[Maybe someday Ordis would allow for him to fuss over his needs but that would only be when the cephalon was comfortable with it. For now he's quite alright with smiling at the huff and leaning further to kiss the jaw seam of the helmet.]

If height is the issue, I'm sure I can think of ways to fix that.

[cephalon]

Partners.

[It's such a strange word, the idea of being subservient is ingrained so deeply within him, but he's finding that he likes the idea of being equals more and more. It allows him to stand with his Operator, to do more than simply aid him from afar.]

Ordis would like to be partners. Height differences or not.

[tennohno]

Then that's what we'll be.

[It was a bit troublesome to do but only because he had to wait for Ordis to turn enough that he could catch his waist. Securing an arm around him, he lifts the bolt up so that they were eye to eye so to speak. His other arm helping to steady Ordis against him.

A quirk of a smirk given.]

There. Fixed it for now.