“The core sings.”
“Twelve?” Aoba whispered. The outer perimeter had three Gradius-class cruisers.
Tita’s voice was strained now. “Aoba, fall back to the Excellion . That is an order.” Otomedius Excellent -NTSC-U--ISO-
Then Tita’s signal flatlined.
“Which is why we are buying time,” Tita replied. “Not winning. There is a difference, Anoa.” “The core sings
It was never supposed to be a combat mission.
The Vic Viper was embedded in a field of inert, crystalline ash that had once been a living moon. The cockpit was open. The neural interface was dark. Otomedius Excellent -NTSC-U--ISO-
She looked down at her console. The ISO was still open. The lyrics. The damned lyrics.
Silence.