Noire sat before the long range transmitter for hours. She didn’t move from her spot. She changed frequencies, searching, constantly searching. She knew Requiem was out there. All she had to do was find her.
Noire would have called to Requiem, but she didn’t know who else she might come across. She often jumped frequencies and stumbled across many a mecha. No she did something she knew Requiem would recognize: She sang.
She sang songs Requiem had shown her, taught her. She sang in languages she had shown Req, lullabies she had used to calm Req’s nightmares. She only prayed her songs reached her conjunx.
Sheltered in the burned out hull of a scrapped escape shuttle, tiny metal paws patted at a flicking auditory array. The little bot said arrays were attached to groaned, and sleepily shooed away the curious voltai-cat with a mumble. “Arcturus…stoppit. Trying to r-recharge- ” She paused, lifting her head and amplifying the signal that set her auditory receptors twitching in the first place.
Whatever virus she’d picked up in the nearby trade port wreaked havoc on her balance, and temperature regulation, but thankfully her sensory functions still seemed operational. Requiem’s optics widened as the static-laced voice grew clearer, listening quietly for a moment before joining in the soft singing.
" -back where my heart is longing to be. Oh, let the lark that sings to me, sing to the one I love…"
Her vocalizer hitched as the last note left her lips, and she pressed a servo to her auditory array. “Noire…I-I’m so sorry. I-I…forgive me…”