Lost & Found || Sam (blacknovas) & Richard (rchardriders)

blacknovas:

     Sam doesn’t know how long he’s been out, venturing into space. He can’t remember what it feels like to have his feet touch down on the Earth’s surface. He can’t even imagine himself being able to sit down and rest, let alone even think about how much he wants to just drop the helmet and sleep. He’s got a job to do — he’s a Nova. A Black Nova to be more exact, but a Nova nevertheless.

     Currently, Sam’s in the process of tracking down one fallen Nova’s helmet in particular. His own helmet’s told him that it’s of extreme importance, and once carried great power. He’s seeing red lights flash in front of his eyes as he carves his way through the galaxy to find it; Sam’s being warned to use extreme caution with his approach. The effort is appreciated, but probably futile, since this is Sam after all. When does he ever take caution?

     The youth settles down on a foreign planet, the feeling of stone and rock crunching under his boot. He looks around, following the helmet’s sonar guide. He rambles aimlessly, blue eyes covered by white lenses peering through the rocky landscape.

                            ❝ — Hello? Anybody here? 
                 I’m looking for something like a gold helmet.
                 It’s kind of really important and I kind of need
                 it so like, I dunno, don’t hoard it because that
                 would be rude. I’ve already had to fight a guy
                 for one.❞

Richard had been going around saving planets, and it’s civilians. He’d been living off his suit’s support system for a time and had finally found Worldmind at Knowhere to tell her that he wasn’t dead.

Somehow, he was tasked with coming here, the user support system having listed this as priority one since before he’d been reunited with Worldmind. He hadn’t found anything, even after flying around the seemingly barren planet, and relying on the empty scans both his suit and Worldmind came up with. Yet, Worldmind had insisted that something was here, that she felt drawn here. Richard had made his way into a cave and sat down for a rest, worn out from the past week and from the futility of today. Leaning against the walls of the cave, he pulled his helmet off and placed the fabric onto his lap. He hadn’t realised he’d dozed off until he heard the voice of a young man, “Anybody here?”

A gold helmet? The young man, at least he thought it was a young man, (it could be a trap for all he knew,) wasn’t talking about his right? Then again, this was a barren planet, and he did have a gold helmet.

          “Worldmind, a scan if you don’t mind?”

                    [Richard, it seems to be a Black Nova, Terran, like you.]

“I don’t think it’s hoarding if it’s mine.” Helmet still in hand, and the other ready to strike if necessary, Richard replied as he got up and out of the cave, attempting to meet this so called Black Nova out in the open.