The only belief it truly requires is the belief in whom the rite is for.
[ He smiles gently. There's no opposition here though so he continues. ]
I've given you the setting, sometimes improvisation must be used...
[ More times then not the ceremony was held in the barracks or some battered hanger, the lights cut and the lanterns replaced by strips of emergency light. It was the thought the counted, the sentiment, the comfort. ]
Let's begin. Repeat after me, the Hierophant guiding the Winglord through his rite.
[ The words come easy to him then. He's recited them plenty. He goes slow, with meaning. Even if he's called it 'play acting' such things need to be treated with proper respect. ]
Endless sky and boundless wind, be our lost Seeker's guide.
Return them home so they may receive their Winglord's last command.
Seeker you have flown well. Seeker you have flown far.
Your Winglord gives you his blessing, to go forth on one final flight.
Fly swift, fly high, snd may you never touch the ground.
[ Starscream may not be the last, from his world at least, but certainly there were many lost. He takes a moment, names, faces, flashing in his mind's eye. ]
The Winglord, then takes flight from the runway, and one by one those who have gathered follow. There's no order or flight plan. Some believe that the spirit of the deceased is there with them, and they're seeing them off to the All Spark. Some just take time to reflect on them, remember the time they spent with them. Whatever their reasoning though it's... a way to have, at least symbolically, one 'Final Flight' with them.
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Date: 2022-05-23 01:02 am (UTC)[ He smiles gently. There's no opposition here though so he continues. ]
I've given you the setting, sometimes improvisation must be used...
[ More times then not the ceremony was held in the barracks or some battered hanger, the lights cut and the lanterns replaced by strips of emergency light. It was the thought the counted, the sentiment, the comfort. ]
Let's begin. Repeat after me, the Hierophant guiding the Winglord through his rite.
[ The words come easy to him then. He's recited them plenty. He goes slow, with meaning. Even if he's called it 'play acting' such things need to be treated with proper respect. ]
Endless sky and boundless wind, be our lost Seeker's guide.
Return them home so they may receive their Winglord's last command.
Seeker you have flown well. Seeker you have flown far.
Your Winglord gives you his blessing, to go forth on one final flight.
Fly swift, fly high, snd may you never touch the ground.
[ Starscream may not be the last, from his world at least, but certainly there were many lost. He takes a moment, names, faces, flashing in his mind's eye. ]
The Winglord, then takes flight from the runway, and one by one those who have gathered follow. There's no order or flight plan. Some believe that the spirit of the deceased is there with them, and they're seeing them off to the All Spark. Some just take time to reflect on them, remember the time they spent with them. Whatever their reasoning though it's... a way to have, at least symbolically, one 'Final Flight' with them.