As the incoming Cloud Weaver finally slowed down near the third platform, ropes were tossed out from the deck like they were going out of style. Workers caught them with practiced ease and tied them to poles. Then, one particularly brawny worker, who clearly skipped leg day in favor of arms, turned a knob on an iron table that was far too stylish to be just a table.
Ether started to flow through the detailed patterns on the table, and the poles started glowing, and the wheels they where attached to started to spin inward, tightening the ropes and pulling the Cloud Weaver down toward the dock with a satisfying thud.
Judge watched the ship dock with a masked excitement, his outward expression was that of a four year old who was yet to learn the ways of the world. But inside, he was really excited to see two of his pawns in the grand game of life again.
