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Home Sweet Moon - Opening

A Society soldier brings the crew a transmission. In it, Isaac explains the grave danger he and Cassius are in and divulges that traveling to the moon by use of automagods may be possible. The crew immediately begins putting a plan into motion.


Isaac: Ahem. Mayday. Mayday. Can any descendants of the moon hear me?
Isaac: If this message reaches you, please listen to the end. I can only hope you have some kindness in you.
Isaac: (Captain), Zeta, Vaseraga, Beatrix, Eustace, Ilsa... And I guess Grace can hear this too.
Isaac: Uh, so a bunch of stuff happened, and I'd like those people to know what went down.
Isaac: We've arrived on the moon in accordance with my ancestors' wishes, but all is not well.
Isaac: Cassius's brain has been removed. They wanted to know how he had changed. They wanted information about the blue-haired girl.
Isaac: Cassius was a sample; a living experiment to observe what kind of influence living in the skies has on moondwellers.
Isaac: It hurts so much. I... I can't stand it. Someone... Anyone... Save—
Lyria & Vyrn: ...
Zeta & Vaseraga: ...
Ilsa & Beatrix: ...
A stunned audience watches the recording as it flickers across a small glass screen attached to a metal box.
The recording reveals the dire situation of Cassius, who had returned to the moon to receive treatment for life-threatening injuries incurred while protecting the crew.
Eustace: What is this?
Society Soldier: Um... An acquaintance of mine realized they were related to moon descendants. Seems they were periodically receiving messages from the moon.
Society Soldier: This particular message arrived with some of the more recently received transmissions.
Beatrix: Wh-why did this have to happen to Cassius! I want answers!
Society Soldier: B-back off! I know about as much as you do!
Eustace: What else does your source have to say?
Society Soldier: Whatever their relation to the moon descendants may be, it appears this device is all they inherited. They have no idea why they were receiving transmissions.
Zeta: Is that the whole story? Maybe we oughta pay your friend a visit and ask for ourselves.
Society Soldier: They explicitly asked to remain anonymous. They'd rather not be exposed to the moon's affairs but gladly offer this information instead.
The young soldier retrieves a large roll of paper from her bag.
Vaseraga: What is that?
Gwynne: Part two of the recording. Give me a second.
The soldier unfurls the paper and feeds it into the device.
Beatrix: ...!
Beatrix's eyes boggle with surprise when she sees who appears on the screen.
Beatrix: What the! I-it's Cassius! And he's...
Zeta: Yeah. I don't know what else to say.
Isaac: Are you able to see my memory of Cassius? I converted it into a viewable projection.
Isaac: I can't imagine what he was going through at the time, but I knew I had to do something for him.
Isaac: I figured out another way to get from the Sky Realm to the moon.
Isaac: It involves using the few automagods remaining in the skies. Based on my calculations, Pyet-A should have the propulsive force needed.
Isaac: Optimizing its propulsion output and attaching two other automagods for the safety factor should be enough to get it to the moon.
Isaac: I'll formulate the optimization algorithm and send it at a later date. So please...
Isaac: Save Cassius, no matter what.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Booted Up - Chapter 1: Pwr Lvl Chk - Episode 1

A task force that includes Mahira, Farrah, Juri, and Yodarha is eager to help with the rescue operation. As construction of a cosmoship begins, Eustace suggests that the operation is too risky as the Foe could also be on the move. Gwynne—a seal weapon candidate and subordinate of Ilsa—offers a rebuttal.


Synthetic Voice: System ready. Initiating intercept.
Synthetic Voice: Locating transmission source—complete. Contents of decoded voice data will be available to Central Axis at the command level.
???: I see. So Cassius is on the moon, way high up in the cosmos?
Lyria: Yes... He's very, very far away from us.
???: Well then, I certainly can't ignore Isaac's cry for help.
Isaac: ...
Synthetic Voice: Engineer Isaac. Transmission contains the voice of an unknown individual. Create a profile for this individual?
Isaac: I'm pretty sure her name is Mahira... Okay, register individual as "Mahira."
Synthetic Voice: New entry created for Mahira. Extrapolating data from voice pattern: Harvin, female.
Mahira: If my research is in any way helpful, then I'll gladly join the team. Pleased to be of service.
Mahira: I'll focus my energy on designing an airship that can withstand the force of being launched into the cosmos.
???: That's what happened to Cassius?
???: Imagine coming home to the moon only to have your brain scooped out...
Isaac: ...
Synthetic Voice: Engineer Isaac. Transmission contains voices of unknown individuals. Create profiles for these individuals?
Isaac: Hm... If I remember correctly, the male voice belongs to Juri, and the female voice belongs to Farrah. Let's go with that.
Juri: They treated him like some kind of lab rat! Argh, that's despicable!
Isaac: ...
Juri: (Captain)! An invasion of the moon is unprecedented! Please add me to the task force!
Juri: I'll sock those moon brutes halfway across the—
Farrah: Tone it down, Juri. No wonder Cassius called you an angry teapot.
Juri: Urk! Look, the point is I'm ready to roll out and bust my hump for the cause!
Farrah: Count me in too! Katalina taught me better than to turn a blind eye to danger!
Ilsa: Looks like that chowhound is more popular than I gave him credit for. This is turning out to be quite the rescue party.
Operator 3: The high recruitment numbers are very unexpected. How can we be sure Foe collaborators haven't infiltrated as well?
Operator 3: Especially those two former imperial soldiers... Can they be trusted?
Ilsa: (Captain) has a good eye. It's not an issue.
Yodarha: Take it from me, havin' a good pair of eyes doesn't mean you can see everything.
Ilsa: Yodarha!
Yodarha: The lad here gave me the rundown about your group's little operation.
Yodarha: I myself have a bone to pick with this Foe you're chasing, and I'd like to hop on the bandwagon. Call it destiny.
Ilsa: Do you have an obligation to settle things with Heisenberg?
Yodarha: Actually, I'm after a different catch, but I won't throw him back if he happens to snag my line.
Juri: Commander Ilsa, while Farrah and I cannot deny our desertion from the Erste Empire's army, we will not desert our friends!
Ilsa: Good. I expect to see great results from young prospects such as yourselves.
Isaac: Register the elderly voice as "Yodarha" as was mentioned in the conversation.
Synthetic Voice: Four new profiles have been created. Search for associated links related to the new profiles?
Isaac: Please.
Synthetic Voice: Displaying results now.
Isaac: Play back in sequence.
Cassius: You aim for the cosmos?
Mahira: Yes. I've poured many research hours into it.
Cassius: I find that highly illogical. One cannot escape the upper bounds of the Sky Realm through the usage of jets and propellers—
Juri: Aaargh! Stop taking stuff as if it belongs to you, dang it!
Farrah: Juri's blown his top again. Let him stew on his own, Cassius.
Cassius: Fascinating. He very much resembles an angry teapot whose emotions are quick to boil. Now I see why we're taught on the moon to suppress emotions to prevent excess energy consumption—
Cassius: Have you forgotten your fishing equipment?
Yodarha: Nah, I'm just not feelin' it right now. Sorry you won't get to be stuffed with fish like I promised.
Cassius: I see. Then allow me to take up the rod in your stead.
Yodarha: Hrm. I wasn't trying to trick ya into fishin' for me.
Cassius: I cannot read your mood to determine when you will be "feelin' it," so I simply advise you to take your time.
Yodarha: Thanks. I'll take your advisement to heart.
Synthetic Voice: End of playback. What do you wish to do with this data?
Isaac: The usual. Splice them together end-to-end and create a backup.
Raybury: Working hard, aren't we, Isaac?
Isaac: They're doing their part, so I have to do mine.
Raybury: They've gathered more help than we originally assumed.
Isaac: Looking at the data, it seems Cassius was sort of a social butterfly.
Isaac: It's quite... fascinating, as he'd say.
Eustace: That concludes my report. Many members have volunteered to assist with the rescue of Isaac and the traveler.
Ronan: I see.
Ronan: You mentioned in your report that this Mahira person constructs airships. I'll need to establish a base of operations for her.
Eustace: Oh?
Ronan: Well, the Society could really use one right now too.
Eustace: In other words, the enemy is on the move.
Ronan: Smart man. All traces of the Foe vanished at around the same time Isaac's transmission was intercepted.
Ronan: The bounties on your heads have been rescinded. It seems they're gearing up for something big.
Ronan: There are also scattered reports of mages gathering in preparation for a large-scale ritual.
Eustace: A ritual? Are they planning to obstruct (Captain) and the others?
Ronan: That would be our guess. With the Foe making their move, this is our chance to scoop them up in one net.
Ronan: This prime opportunity mustn't be lost. We could really use the help of you and the others.
Eustace: Understood. I'll make arrangements.
Ronan: Once the base is up and running, work with Ilsa's troops to shore up supplies while building the airship.
Eustace: Do you trust the people you've recruited, as well as Ilsa's?
Ronan: Yes. The ones who are singularly driven to get revenge on the Foe have been vetted and selected. I've done my homework.
Eustace: Understood.
Eustace receives the location of the base from Ronan and turns to leave.
Ronan: Eustace.
Eustace: Yes?
Ronan: I'm not trying to harp on this, but don't fail to recognize the opportunity.
Eustace: I don't waste bullets.
Ronan: See that you don't.
Eustace: ...
Eustace: Understood.
Ronan: I'm counting on you.
Eustace leaves Ronan's safe house and heads for the new base.
Eustace: ...
Juri: Ngh...
Farrah: Forget it, Juri. It's impossible to carry all that stuff by yourself.
Juri: Compared to the training my old captain put me through, this is nothing!
Mahira: You don't have to carry my box of parts for me. I was planning on carrying it myself. I feel like this is my fault somehow.
(Captain) and company are working hard on constructing an airship at the base provided by Ronan.
Young Man: ...
Eustace: ...
A line of Society soldiers marches past Eustace, offering a small glimpse of what's coming.
Eustace: (This is going to be a full-scale war...)
Observing the mass of troops mobilizing under Ronan's orders, Eustace knows a pivotal battle is on the horizon.
He carefully scans his surroundings, feeling the unmistakable buzz of tension in the air of the once sleepy town.
Farrah: Whoops!
Farrah: Blegh!
Juri: Farrah! Are you all right?
Farrah: Crud! I s-s-spilled all the parts on the ground!
Farrah: Shoot, where'd the carrying box go?
Eustace: ...
Mahira: Nice catch, Eustace.
Farrah: Ahaha... Boy, is my face red...
Eustace: Are you heading to the base?
Juri: Yes, sir! Most of the supplies have been delivered!
Eustace: In that case, I'll hold onto this. Juri, hand me some of your parts.
Juri: With all due respect, sir, I can handle it!
Eustace: I relish peace and quiet. Can you guarantee you won't drop those parts and spoil my silence?
Juri: Er... Haha...
Mahira: Are you sure we're not keeping you?
Eustace: I was just out surveying the land. I'll resume after delivering these parts.
Farrah: Are you scouting for the best shooting positions?
Eustace: That's right.
Juri: With vantage points identified in advance, we can quickly withdraw to safety in case of emergencies.
Eustace: Depending on what formations the enemy takes, I'll have alternate fallback routes mapped out as well.
Juri & Farrah: Oooh!
Eustace: ...
Mahira: Ah, so you're creating a strategic map for offense and defense based on the town's layout.
Eustace: Pretty much. If you're interested in that sort of thing, ask Ilsa. Teaching is her area.
Soon the parts they're carrying will be added to the construction workflow, and progress should proceed smoothly.
Eustace: Hm?
Yodarha: ...
Eustace: (Wasn't that Yodarha? Something's not right. It looked like he was out for blood...)
The town-turned-base is crawling with activity. Eustace silently watches the bustling scene.
Farrah: We're back!
Vyrn: Hey, it's Mahira's crew. And they picked up Sourpuss too.
Eustace: I only came to drop off supplies before going on patrol. Call me if you need anything else.
Vaseraga: Hm... I think we have all the parts we need at the moment.
Zeta: Is Isaac gonna have that thing he's working on done in time?
Vaseraga: A better question is whether or not the ship will be completed when the time comes.
Eustace: ...
Ilsa: For the engines we've got Versatile—or rather the remains of Pyet-A. That and Grynoth makes two.
Ilsa: According to that unkempt engineer, we need one more automagod for absolute safety.
Beatrix: Arvess, Nybeth, and Flamek don't seem like they're gonna turn into automagods.
Beatrix: And Embrasque is still broken thanks to Alandus... Ugh, but what else is there?
Eustace: Let's assume for a moment we had three automagods.
Lyria: ...?
Eustace: How do we rescue Isaac and Cassius?
Beatrix: Isn't it obvious? We fly to the moon and bring 'em back.
Eustace: I want specifics.
Beatrix: We'll just have to wing it, right? I mean, it's not like we know a whole lot about the moon itself.
Eustace: As I thought, the risk is too high at this point.
Zeta: Wait, Eustace. Are you suggesting what I think you are?
Beatrix: What, to abandon the mission? But they'll be screwed without us!
Eustace: The moon has too many unknowns. I don't see the merit in enacting a half-baked plan.
Zeta: You're bringin' this up now after the work everyone's put in?
Eustace: The departure date can be revisited. Rushing off into battle serves no purpose, so just wait.
Vaseraga: ...
Society Soldier: Excuse me.
Eustace: And you are?
Gwynne: Hello. My name is Gwynne.
Ilsa: She's part of my outfit. She was behind Lester on the weapon contractor candidate list, but now she's been bumped up to the top.
Gwynne: I believe scouting your opponent first, especially an unknown one, serves a valuable purpose.
Eustace: Even if we don't always get the benefit of a second look?
Gwynne: Well...
Gwynne: True. But "not always" isn't the same as never.
Eustace: Spoken like a sacrificial lamb.
Gwynne: What! So that's it? You're just gonna suck your thumb and wait? You talk as if we're guaranteed to fail!
Eustace: You shouldn't charge into a duel expecting the first shot to miss.
Gwynne: ...!
Eustace: ...
Vyrn: (She's got guts.)
Zeta: (Seriously. Can't believe I'm watching a rookie snap back at Eustace. That's a first for me.)
Beatrix: It's Gwynne, right? Try to calm down and relax.
Gwynne: I can't do that, Bea. I signed up to fight for a reason! That's why I left home and trained my butt off!
Vaseraga: Consider this from Eustace's perspective. His snark is his way of not getting you killed.
Gwynne: It's not like I have a death wish, but time is of the essence...
Eustace: Then bring me a plan that doesn't include massive casualties. No, on second thought...
Eustace: Prove you're worth being a weapon contractor. Graduate from being an amateur.
Gwynne: Huh? What'd you call me?
Gwynne: Errrgh! I'll show you who's an amateur!
Ilsa: Sigh... Just what I needed.
Vaseraga: Don't mind Eustace. That's the type of man he is: always concerned with mitigating risk.
Beatrix: He can be a real butt sometimes, but he's not a bad guy. No use raging over his words.
Zeta: Basically Eustace wants proof that everyone can make it back safe and sound before giving the okay, you know?
Ilsa: That's right. On top of that, there's rumblings that the Foe is cooking up a sabotage plot.
Vaseraga: We can't keep our eyes glued on the moon, or we'll have the rug pulled out from under us.
Beatrix: Why would they stop us though? Does it hurt the Foe if we go up there?
Zeta: Who knows what they're thinking. Especially that weirdo, Grace.
Gwynne: Grace? I've heard the rumors about her... Is she really that dangerous?
Zeta: Yeah, and then some. She's always skulking behind the scenes, and it wouldn't surprise me if she's already planted a few traps for us.
Gwynne: I guess we'll have to fight her at some point.
Beatrix: Hey, just leave the tough ones to us weapon contractors!
Beatrix: C'mon, learn to loosen up!
Gwynne: Eeek! I'm ticklish!
Ilsa: I have to say though, for someone who seems to have no stake in this, you're pushing pretty hard to take initiative.
Gwynne: Eh, I guess. I mean, consider the fact that Cassius and Isaac already went to the moon.
Gwynne: How many more people could end up as specimens if the moon really wanted them?
Gwynne: Getting taken away to be experimented on could happen to anyone.
Gwynne: Even my own mom and dad.
Ilsa: Hmph. Then I suggest you avoid taking unnecessary risks so that your family line doesn't end with you.
Gwynne: Yes, ma'am...
The young Society soldier leaves looking conflicted.
Ilsa: Well, she's got a point. The situation has changed considerably.
Ilsa: We're going to have to balance speed and prudence.
Ilsa acknowledges that things won't get any easier as she watches Gwynne walk away.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Booted Up - Chapter 1: Pwr Lvl Chk - Episode 2

Ronan leads (Captain) and company to the back of the base, where Arianensa is kept. Combined with Vaseraga's Grynoth and the Pyet-A under reconstruction, they would have the propulsion needed for lunar travel. But they need Arianensa's missing core, and Gwynne has more training to complete before being ready to bond with the automagod.


Ronan: Looks like everyone is here.
(Captain), Mahira, Vyrn, Lyria, Eustace, and Ilsa have gathered inside the Society's base.
Ronan: How's everything looking?
Eustace: I've mapped out strategic locations of the town and its surrounding areas in case of an enemy attack.
Ilsa: The majority of my company has been assembled and is currently tasked with constructing the airship that will fly to the moon.
Ronan: Very good. Follow me.
They fall in behind Ronan as he leads them underground.
Vyrn: So why are we here again?
Lyria: I suppose you already know, Eustace?
Eustace: Mm.
Mahira: I think I know why we were called in...
Eustace: ...
Eustace continues on ahead in silence, forcing (Captain) and the others to catch up to him.
Ilsa: What's down here?
Ronan: Something I'd like you to see.
Automagod: ...
Ilsa: It can't be!
Ronan: That's right, Ilsa. This is automagod Arianensa.
Vyrn: Huh? What the heck is it doin' down here!
Ronan: It was seized in a previous skirmish with the Foe. Later on, it was secured within Society headquarters until the major shake-up caused it to go missing.
Ronan: Thanks to Eustace's tireless efforts, we finally recovered it.
Eustace: ...
Ilsa: With Pyet-A undergoing repairs, and Grynoth in Vaseraga's possession...
Mahira: That makes three automagods altogether.
Ronan: I wanted to inform you that we've now gathered all the engine pieces needed to get to the moon.
Ilsa: Is that why Gwynne, as a contractor candidate, was called up to this base?
Eustace: Yes, but don't tell her anything yet.
Ronan: Our investigation reveals that a portion of Arianensa's core is missing, thus the probability of it going haywire is extremely high.
Eustace: Back when that Foe fugitive tried to use the seal weapon, it consumed him instead.
Ilsa: Yeah, I remember that. It's not ready to be placed in Gwynne's hands just yet.
Ronan: Normally I'd ask Zeta, Ilsa, or Eustace to handle it since those three can safely wield their seal weapons.
Ronan: Arvess and Nybeth show no signs of turning into automagods, while Flamek appears to still be in a hibernating state.
Eustace: ...
Ronan: Sadly we don't have time to study the effects of making pacts with multiple seal weapons.
Ronan: We need Arianensa's automagod form, but there aren't any other suitable individuals aside from the candidate right now.
Eustace: The departure date can be pushed back. First we need both Arianensa's core and the algorithm for controlling Pyet-A.
Eustace: Until then, see to it that the amateur ups her training without doing anything ridiculous.
Ilsa: Understood.
Eustace: Can you keep an eye on her as well, (Captain)?
Vyrn: Sure, no problem!
Vyrn: Just remember that we'll be helpin' out Farrah and the others too in our spare time.
Eustace: That's fine.
Mahira: Um, could I take a closer look at Arianensa? I'd like to take notes on how to load it onto the ship.
Ronan: Go right ahead. Careful not to touch it though.
With Mahira staying behind, (Captain) and the others leave the underground hangar.
Eustace: What's your assessment of the amateur?
Ilsa: Her marks are impeccable, second to none after Lester, who was KIA by Arianensa.
Eustace: I see.
Gwynne: I can't do that, Bea. I signed up to fight for a reason! That's why I left home and trained my butt off!
Eustace: ...
Eustace: I don't know what her reason is, but let me know if she gets impulsive and causes a scene again.
Ilsa: Oh, so now I'm stuck with the menial tasks?
Eustace: Yep. I'm sure you can handle the pressure with aplomb.
Ilsa: It's not like you to poke your nose in other people's affairs.
Eustace: I'm doing this to stop the moon's schemes. If we lose her, we're done for.
Inside his head, Eustace runs down his checklist of things he needs to do.
Somewhere along the line, a sudden thought interrupts his focus.
Eustace: (Seal weapons...)
Eustace: (I've seen them respond to their wielders to unleash untold power many times before.)
Eustace: (So what is Flamek waiting for?)
As the man ponders this unsettling question, he feels a faint burning sensation in his chest.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Booted Up - Chapter 1: Pwr Lvl Chk - Episode 3

Sensing that Yodarha is currently too focused on righting a past wrong, Gwynne settles for Rhens, a former student of Yodarha's, as a training partner. The crew cheers her on.


Gwynne: (I need more training...)
The young soldier ponders how to escape the label of amateur as she returns to base.
Farrah: Whoa, whoa, whoa! That is waaay too much food! I'm not an eating machine!
Gwynne: Hm?
Stall Owner: Are you seriously complainin' about getting extra servings for free? I hate tossin' out leftovers, so eat! All of you!
Vyrn: Oh joy... Another day, another mountain of braised pork...
Lyria: Heehee, but it's rich and savory. Yum...
Gwynne: Looks like (Captain) and the others are on break.
Stall Owner: Oh? I spy with my little eye a hungry soldier. Care to sample one of my pork bowls? Whaddya say?
Gwynne: Who, me?
Juri: Ah, it's Gwynne!
Stall Owner: Friend of yours?
Stall Owner: So you wanna study under the old goat, eh?
Gwynne: Erm, yes. I've heard about Yodarha's exploits. Do you know him personally, Rhens?
Rhens: Check this out. My dominant hand here? Got busted up. Can't hold a sword anymore. But that wasn't always the case.
Rhens: See, I used to be one of his students. A real master-in-the-making, they once called me.
Gwynne: Master... in-the-making... That's pretty cool.
Rhens: ...
Rhens: Heh. You know what? Have a big slab of pork belly. No strings attached.
Gwynne: Really? Um, thanks.
Farrah: Wow, I had no idea you were so insecure.
Rhens: Am not!
Vyrn: So, Miss Glasses, why do you want Yodarha to train you?
Gwynne: I want to become a contractor as soon as possible, but I know my skills are lacking. After some discussion, it was suggested that I seek out Yodarha.
Rhens: He knows a thing or two about fightin' all right. But now might not be the best time to bug him.
Gwynne: Sigh... He's busy?
Rhens: Seems like he's picked up the trail of an old adversary, and it's got him on edge.
Rhens: Ah, speak of the fisherman. There he is over there, out for a stroll.
Yodarha: ...
Gwynne: ...!
Gran is the Main Character
(Captain): ...!
Djeeta is the Main Character
(Captain): ...!
The instant Gwynne and (Captain) lay eyes on Yodarha, a cold chill runs down their spines.
Lyria: Huh? I don't see him anywhere.
Vyrn: Hey, was that him? I think I saw something white flash by.
Gwynne: ...
Rhens: Y-y-you get it now? That's n-n-not normal, right? Every time I see him, I get the chills.
Farrah: Master does seem a bit different from before, but is it really that bad?
Juri: It feels like he's a mirage or something.
Vyrn: What do you think, (Captain)?
  1. He's not himself.
  2. He's out for blood.
  3. He's like an empty shell.

Choose: He's not himself.
Choose: He's out for blood.
Choose: He's like an empty shell.
Rhens: Y-yeah, that's what I'm sayin'. It's like you can't tell whether he's actually there or not, but you can feel this bloodthirsty energy in the air.
Rhens: So now that you've seen the old goat for yourself, you, uh... might wanna put your plans on hold.
Gwynne: Guess I'll have to...
Rhens: Sigh, man... Okay, give me a sec to close up shop, will ya?
The Diners: ...?
Rhens's intentions become clear moments later.
Gwynne: Are you sure about this?
Rhens: Heh, what're you, chicken? Show me what you got.
Now that Rhens has closed his stall for the day, he's free to spar with Gwynne. He points a wooden sword at his opponent.
Farrah: Maybe you should reconsider this, Rhens...
Rhens: Pft. As if I'd forget the basics drilled into me by the old fart. Enough talk. Hit me.
Gwynne: Hyah!
Rhens: That couldn't hurt a fly. Put some back into it!
Gwynne: Ngh!
Rhens: Yeesh, I thought you wanted to get stronger. C'mon, I know you can do better than that.
Gwynne: ...
Gwynne: (I will!)
Rhens: Ah! Hehe, there we go.
Gwynne: Take this!
Gwynne: I believe scouting your opponent first, especially an unknown one, serves a valuable purpose.
Eustace: Prove you're worth being a weapon contractor. Graduate from being an amateur.
Gwynne: Huh? What'd you call me?
Gwynne: (Rescuing Isaac and Cassius... Investigating the moon...)
Gwynne: (I need strength to accomplish my duties! I'll do whatever it takes to get stronger!)
Rhens: Huh? This girl...
Juri: Gwynne's pretty good.
Farrah: Juri, are you admitting defeat to your junior?
Juri: Wha? I never said that! No way are the skills hammered into me by my father and my old captain inferior to hers!
Farrah: Speaking of which, her sword style is different from what the empire taught us, but I can't put my finger on it.
Juri: Gwynne's attacks don't fit with squad-based tactics. They're kind of selfish, I guess you could say.
Rhens: (Ah... So that's it.)
As Rhens sidesteps Gwynne's every move, he realizes why her swings feel familiar.
Rhens: (She's got a bit of his style in her swordplay.)
Gwynne: Yaaah!
Rhens: Hehe, you're full of holes! Look out below!
Gwynne: Ouch! You kicked my feet from under me!
Rhens: Hahaha! As the old fart used to say, "tough luck losing because you didn't use all the tools at your disposal!"
Gwynne: Grrr!
Vyrn: She puts up a good fight though.
Lyria: Come on, (Captain). Let's cheer her on.
The success of the rescue mission hinges upon Gwynne's ability to form a pact with the third automagod in the Society's possession, Arianensa.
She is the sliver of hope that will get them to the moon.
  1. You can do it!

Choose: You can do it!
Gwynne: ...!
Farrah: Don't break a hip, Rhens!
Rhens: Feh! Quiet, you!
As it stands, a few key pieces needed to get to the moon are still missing.
And until those pieces are delivered to the would-be rescuers, all they can do is prepare for the mission as best as they can.
It's hard for them not to act in haste, but they manage to channel their impatience into positivity.
Yodarha: ...
Meanwhile Yodarha lurks in the shadows of a nearby forest, watching over (Captain) and the others.

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After training, Gwynne secretly meets up with Grace, who happens to be a Foe member and her mentor. It turns out Gwynne had been receiving Isaac's transmissions from Grace all along.


Gwynne: Huff... Huff...
Rhens: Hehe, not bad. Not bad at all. I think that's enough for one day.
Gwynne: Thank you... very much...
Rhens: No problem. Stop by after I close up shop whenever you feel like training again.
It's been a long session, and the sun is about to set. (Captain), Gwynne, and the others say goodbye to Rhens.
Yodarha: Can't pull yourself away from the sword, eh, Rhens?
Rhens: Gwaah! D-d-don't sneak up on me like that!
Yodarha: Sorry for not knockin'. Didn't mean to creep up on ya.
Rhens: Well, since you're here, can I ask if the rumors are true? That Grace is somewhere on the island?
Yodarha: Can't say for sure. I haven't seen her yet.
Rhens: She's the creepy one, if you ask me. Why are rumors about her suddenly flyin'?
Yodarha: Maybe she's the one fanning the flames.
Rhens: What for?
Yodarha: Hm, let's see now... What could she possibly be up to... From what I can gather, she's connected to the moon in some way.
Yodarha: Course I'll never know what's going on in her mind, but...
Rhens: Whatever it is, it can't be good.
Yodarha: Mm. The lass you were sparring with has good skills.
Rhens: So you noticed it too.
Yodarha: Fie on you, boy. My eyes are as good as ever.
Rhens: Just checkin'. So if you won't go after Grace, you're gonna let her swim free?
Yodarha: Mm-hm. I'll play possum and wait for her to make the first move. I can't let this chance slip away before my very eyes.
Rhens: Now I've trained with the disciple of the disciple. Funny how life works sometimes.
Yodarha: That's one way to put it. That Gwynne girl uses my sword style. Of all the people she could've trained under...
Gwynne: ...
Grace: Teehee. Hello, Gwynne.
Yodarha: It had to be her.
Gwynne: Hello, Grace.
Grace and Gwynne rendezvous at a spot on the island where no one ever goes.
Grace: Bad news, Gwynne. I'm afraid I don't have any recordings to give you today.
Gwynne: Oh. So the algorithm for controlling Pyet-A's propulsion system hasn't been found yet?
Grace: Nope. Surely Isaac must have sent it by now. I just don't know who has it.
Grace: My friends are on the lookout, so it shouldn't be long before word gets back to me.
Gwynne: Okay...
Grace: Aw, what's got you down?
Grace: Still fuming from being told to butt out?
Gwynne: Hmph! That's part of it...
Gwynne: You told me to seek out Yodarha's training. Well, he's... not available right now.
Grace: Oh dear. Still a busy beaver even to this day.
Gwynne: Wait. Have you met him before?
Grace: Sure I have. He was my teacher.
Gwynne: He was? You forgot to mention that.
Grace: Haha, did I?
Gwynne: Yeah, you did. Anyway, you must be pretty strong if Yodarha taught you how to use a sword.
Gwynne: I've known you for five or six years now, but this is the first time you've said anything about your past. Who are you really?
Grace: Who am I? Why, I'm your friend.
Gwynne: ...
Gwynne: Fine. And why did you want to be my friend?
Grace: Because when I first saw you, I realized we were birds of a feather.
Gwynne: So just because I reminded you of yourself, that was reason enough to reach out and teach me sword fighting? Come on, nothing in life is free.
Grace: Haha. Well said.
Gwynne: Then what is it that you want?
Grace: World peace.
Gwynne: ...
Grace: Haha. I'm serious.
Gwynne: I know. Do you see me laughing?
Grace: Oh, and one more thing. Central Axis is poised to make their move. It's make-or-break for us.
Gwynne: Hey, about Isaac and Cassius. Are they going to be okay?
Grace: I honestly don't know. Hard to guess without seeing them face-to-face.
Grace: It is strange that Isaac's been able to send out so many transmissions though.
Gwynne: I thought Central Axis was supposed to be super logical. No way would they keep letting him send SOS messages. Makes no sense...
Grace: No, it doesn't.
Gwynne: Should I be ready for the worst?
Grace: Probably.
Gwynne: ...
Grace: Ah, would you look at the time. See you again at our next rendezvous?
Gwynne: Oh. Sure. Next time.
Grace: Heh. Don't forget the important promise you made.
Gwynne: To never reveal we know each other, right? I haven't forgotten.
Grace: Haha. Wonderful. Bye-bye.
Gwynne: Bye. See you later.
Gwynne: ...
Gwynne: What if I don't get selected as a contractor?
Isaac: It hurts so much. I... I can't stand it. Someone... Anyone... Save—
Gwynne: I have to become a contractor and save Isaac and Cassius. No matter what.
Gwynne: Central Axis won't get away with this.
Gwynne walks off feeling more determined than ever.

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While the crew is chatting away at Rhens's stall, Grace makes a surprise appearance and immediately goes on the offensive. Yodarha fights back, but reinforcements—Otherworlders seeking a guide beacon to the moon—come to her aid. Zeta, Vaseraga, Beatrix, and automagod Grynoth join the battle.


It's the day after Gwynne sparred with Rhens.
Ilsa: I see. The ship has been finished without issue. That's fantastic news.
Mahira: On the surface, yes. I'm still not sure how the automagods are supposed to function as the ship's engine unfortunately.
Ilsa: It'll take a while to turn the blueprint Isaac sent us into something usable.
Ilsa: Not to mention the time needed to understand his scrawls.
Mahira: Yes... There is so much left to do.
Mahira: Oh, but I did think of a way to reduce risk like Eustace wanted.
Eustace: Really?
Mahira sifts through a veritable mountain of research notes, which have been piling up since construction began, and pulls out a file.
Mahira: It seems Isaac was dabbling with other theories while devising a way to turn the automagods into an engine.
Eustace: Go on.
Mahira: Um... Here. Scribbled in the corner.
Mahira: "Awakening → crossing over the neural acclimatization threshold. Triggers a mind-body resonance response. Does resonance range extend to the moon?"
Ilsa: Neural acclimatization?
Eustace: Mind-body resonance?
Mahira: What he wrote was a complete mystery to me too at first, but then I had an idea.
Mahira: Ah, Vaseraga. May I borrow you for a moment?
Vaseraga: Me?
Mahira: Um, I'd like to run an experiment.
Vaseraga: Fine, as you wish.
Ilsa & Eustace: ...
Mahira: Hopefully we're about to see the results of neural acclimatization and mind-body resonance.
Ilsa: We're still waiting for Pyet-A's propulsion algorithm, and we have to deal with Arianensa.
Eustace: What's the status of the amateur?
Ilsa: Training with (Captain) and the others.
Eustace: Good.
Ilsa: Forming a pact with a seal weapon always carries danger. Will she get strong enough to handle it in such a short amount of time?
Eustace: She'd better or it won't end well for her.
Eustace: There's no time to look for another candidate. Tread carefully.
Ilsa: Same to you.
Ilsa: Moving on.
Ilsa flips through the automagod research files Mahira gave her.
Ilsa: I'll get cracking on prepping this remote piloting thing Mahira was talking about.
Juri: ...
Farrah: ...
Rhens: What's with you sad sacks today?
Juri: I beg your pardon! It's just that... We know there are things we should be doing, but we just don't know what they are.
Farrah: Yep, we're free now that the construction of the airship is more or less finished.
Vyrn: I knew there'd be downtime, but it still stinks not havin' anything to do.
Lyria: Yeah... It's very frustrating.
Their pathway to the moon is far from paved, and with no word from Isaac, it's impossible to tell what's going on there.
While danger closes in on their captive friends, they feel helpless knowing there isn't anything they can do at this point. Fatigue is beginning to set in.
Rhens: All right, I hear ya. Then I'll practice with the kid in a bit. Better than sittin' around twiddlin' thumbs.
Gwynne: Munch, munch.
Rhens: Ready to land a hit on me, Short Stuff?
Gwynne: Mmph.
Rhens: Oho... I like the confidence. Fillin' up with battle fuel, eh?
Gwynne: Munch, munch.
Rhens: Listen, guys, you don't wanna get caught with an empty stomach in the heat of the moment. Everyone gets a big helping today.
Woman's Voice: Excuse me. Can I get a drink please?
Rhens: Grab a seat! The sauce of the day is—
Grace: Wow, what a small world. Haven't seen you in a long time, Rhensy.
Gran is the Main Character
The Others: ...!
Djeeta is the Main Character
The Others: ...!
Rhens: Aaagh! It's you!
Grace: Aw, is that any way to say hi? Or did you think we'd never run into each other?
Gwynne: Wh-why—
Grace: Haha, why am I here? Let's just say your little trip to the moon means problems for us.
Grace gives Gwynne a smile which seems to say, "stay quiet."
Grace: So I've been busy getting things done. Very busy. In fact, I worked up quite an appetite—
Yodarha: ...!
Grace: Wow, even my old teacher is here!
Rhens: Everyone, fall back!
The Others: Whoa!
Yodarha: Tch!
Yodarha: You haven't lost a step, Grace.
Grace: Happy to see you again. Geez, how many years has it been?
Yodarha: Far too long without you getting your comeuppance!
Vyrn: Yikes! That escalated quickly!
Lyria: Yodarha's kind of scary...
Grace: Say, Teacher. I got a favor to ask you.
Yodarha: You can ask me from the land of the dead!
Farrah: I've never seen Master like this...
Juri: (Captain), we need to withdraw before we get caught in the fracas!
Gwynne: (Grace! What are you doing!)
Rhens: Move it, Short Stuff!
Gwynne: Ack!
Grace: Look what you've done, Teacher. Gone and scared everyone off with that mean mug of yours.
Yodarha: I won't rest till I take your head. Surrender quietly.
Grace: Hold that thought, Teacher. Can you lend me a hand?
Yodarha: Hraaargh!
Grace: You see, I—
Yodarha: Guh!
Grace: As I was saying, I'm in a pickle. My life is in danger.
Yodarha: Like the lives that were targeted by your wire? How many people has it cut down, Grace?
Grace: Only the ones that needed to go, of course.
Yodarha: ...
Grace: Look, we all know the dead don't come back, so let's move on. There's something more important we need to talk about.
Grace: Oopsie. They found me.
???: ...
Vyrn: You gotta be kiddin' me!
Lyria: Wh-why are there so many automagods!
Gran is the Main Character
Grace: Be a dear and take care of this, (Captain).
Djeeta is the Main Character
Grace: Be a dear and take care of this, (Captain).
Yodarha: You're not gettin' away, Grace!
Automagod?: Grrrngh...
Automagod?: Ooooo!
Juri: Ugh!
Automagod?: Allies of the woman, you be? Then give us what was promised...
Automagod?: The guide beacon to the moon!
Gwynne: The what now?
Automagod?: Feign not ignorance.
Automagod?: Succumb to the Otherworld, and your memories will become ours...
Vyrn: Wait, this thing is an Otherworldly being? And it turned into an automagod?
Farrah: There's like a wh-whole army of 'em!
Rhens: Got us trapped like rats... How to get outta this mess...
Their prayers are soon answered.
Otherworldly Being: What... is this!
Grynoth: Cattka anemvure cessucsluf.
A black automagod storms in and roasts the Otherworldly being with savage flame.
Grynoth: Reluan niononcect satunbel. Ernoncectgin. Ernoncectgin. Ernoncectgin. Mietuto rerro aterf 3 sapttemt. Tushgint wond.
Grynoth: ...
And then their savior stops moving.
Zeta: Arvess!
Beatrix: Eat thisss!
Zeta: Here we are to save the day.
Beatrix: Heheh. Everything's gonna be A-OK!
Vyrn: Nice timing! Say, what's with the getup?
Zeta: Isn't it great? This is—
Otherworldly Being: They have enhanced their resonance with the seal weapons.
Zeta: Huh? How'd you know?
Otherworldly Being: Although our goals differ, the path to getting there is the same.
Vaseraga: Hragh!
Otherworldly Being: Tch!
Vaseraga: I was a hair too slow. In any case, I'm glad to see that no one is hurt.
Otherworldly Being: Oh-hoh-hoh! That automagod was under your command! Ah, how far you've come!
Vaseraga: Yuk it up while you still can, you ugly know-it-all.
Otherworldly Being: Keeheehee! The perfect storm. Everything here is ours to take.
Otherworldly Being: Diiiie!

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With the Otherworlders defeated, the weapon contractors explain the new equipment Mahira made for them. The parts serve to strengthen their bonds with seal weapons and collect data, as more information is needed to send the automagods to the moon and control them remotely. Leaving Ilsa's outfit to defend the base, the crew splits into two groups: one to go after Grace, and another to protect the town from more Otherworlder attacks.


Otherworldly Being: Kahaha! Very good, very good... As long as they have that...
Otherworldly Being: Alas, the guide beacon... Either way, it shall be ours...
Zeta: Did you get the sense they knew something about our new equipment?
Vaseraga: That appears to be the case judging by their cryptic remarks.
Beatrix: Great, just great. How'd that info get leaked?
Gwynne: What are you guys wearing, anyway? Are those Society issue? I've never seen anything like it.
Lyria: Um... And also...
Grynoth: ...
Lyria: What is that automagod doing here?
Vaseraga: It's a long story.
Vaseraga: ...
Grynoth: Gibashinlest reluan niononcect. Ernoncectgin. Shaknedah pectomel. Ernoncectgin. Ernoncectgin. Aloperontai.
Mahira: Ooh, looking good, Vaseraga. It successfully activated.
Zeta: Uh, Mahira?
Grynoth: Sett tojin: neke.
x-sixa 10°, y-sixa 10°, z-sixa 10°.
Zeta: What's going on here?
Mahira: Oh, this? This is an experiment showing how it's possible to save Cassius and Isaac without stepping foot off the island.
Beatrix: How can we save them without going to the moon?
Mahira: My theory is that weapon contractors can pilot their automagods remotely.
Mahira: If we only send the automagods to the moon, everyone can remain on standby here in the Sky Realm.
Beatrix: Hmm, not real sure I get it, but do we have to do it that way?
Mahira: It's written in ancient manuscripts that the skies and the seas are different from the cosmos.
Mahira: Much like how sea creatures can't survive in the sky, neither sea nor sky creatures can survive in the cosmos.
Beatrix: So what you're saying is, if we go into the cosmos, we'll die?
Mahira: The odds are pretty high. For that reason alone, I think it might be better to send just the three automagods instead of any skydwellers.
Vaseraga: Remote piloting doesn't seem impossible, but it will take time to get adjusted.
Mahira: That's true. And the signal between contractor and automagod isn't stable either. Luckily I planned ahead.
Mahira: Could everyone please put these on for me?
Zeta: Is this new gear?
Mahira: Yep. It occurred to me that wearing automagod parts could boost the seal weapon connection. The gear I put together will put my theory to the test.
Beatrix: Aw, maaan! No fair! How come I don't get any cool stuff!
Mahira offers the pouting Beatrix a consoling smile.
Beatrix: And thanks to her research on the mind-body resonance thingamajiggy, I got this! Look at it!
Beatrix, with an elaborate flourish, proudly displays a small sword.
Beatrix: Boom! Embrasque is back! Well, sort of.
Beatrix: It's definitely not the same as it used to be, but at least it looks like an actual sword again, and I just know it'll come in handy when the chips are down!
Vaseraga: So that's the whole story.
Zeta: Mahira said that by using the data from our gear, remote piloting the automagods will totally work.
Vaseraga: Or something to that effect. We now have a viable method for rescuing Isaac and Cassius.
Vaseraga: Leave this area to us and head back to the safety of the base.
Farrah: Um... I don't mean to sound ungrateful or anything...
Vaseraga: But?
Farrah: Grace fled town, and Master went after her! I'm worried about him...
Zeta: What's the plan? The town needs help, and we can't let Grace escape either.
Vaseraga: Her capabilities aren't to be trifled with. Feel free to back up Yodarha, but whatever you do, stay out of that woman's reach.
Vaseraga removes a gun and a crossbow from his arsenal and gives them to Farrah and Juri.
Farrah: Thanks a bunch! Good luck with these creeps!
Juri: Take care, Vaseraga, Zeta, Beatrix! Happy hunting!
Vaseraga: I'm sorry, (Captain), but could you also go with them?
Vyrn: What's the deal, Spiky? You usually don't let people charge into trouble.
Vaseraga: Those two would sneak off and get involved regardless. I'd rather have someone levelheaded with them if that's the case. Now go.
Lyria: Got it!
Gwynne: I'm coming with you.
Vaseraga: Did you catch that, Ilsa? Send reinforcements over to the kids if you can.
Ilsa's Voice: Nope—sorry, can't hear you! Try again, you rusty bucket of chicken fat! Fire on position two o'clock!
Beatrix: Oh crap! Vaseraga... The drill sergeant's super, super, pissed!
Vaseraga: I've made my peace.
Ilsa: Do you hear what's going on behind me, Chicken? Reload! We're in the middle of a raging party right now! Target ten o'clock! Cover your ears! Ready!
Ilsa: Fiiiirrreee!
Society Soldiers: Firing!
Vaseraga's Voice: They plan on engaging the jar-cruncher. They could use reinforcements.
Ilsa: La-la-lah, I can't hear you! It's not like I need every unit here to help defend Mahira's ship or anything, idiot!
Ilsa: Fire team one, you're excused from the party! Grab ammo and support Chicken's team!
Society Soldiers: Yes, ma'am!
Vaseraga's Voice: I owe you one, Ilsa. You say the enemy is moving on Mahira's ship?
Ilsa: Affirmative. Maybe these worms from the Crimson Horizon think they can hitch a ride to the moon—I don't know!
Ilsa: The dam's burst, and we're caught in the flood! Link up with us after clearing out the enemies in town! That's your invite to the after-party!
Vaseraga's Voice: Copy that.
Ilsa: Wait. Stay on the line. Is there a sour-looking marksman with you? Goes by the name Eusless.
Vaseraga's Voice: Nope. Haven't seen him.
Ilsa: Copy that. You give that mangy stray this message when you see him.
Ilsa: "When you go out for a walk, you tell one of us where you're going and when you're coming back!" Repeat that back to me!
Vaseraga: "When you go out for a walk, you tell one of us where you're going and when you're coming back." Over.
Vaseraga: Ilsa's sending her best troops. That should take some worry off our minds.
Zeta: Can't blame her for bein' in a foul mood. What's Eustace doing anyway?
Vaseraga: No idea. He's all about keeping a low profile while aiming for the killing blow amid the carnage.
Vaseraga: He probably ran off to strike at the heart of the enemy.

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Eustace and Ronan move out to capture Heisenberg, leader of the Foe. Heisenberg suggests they team up to take on a common foe, but Ronan refuses. Using a flash grenade to escape, Heisenberg leaves behind a message via transceiver that the moon is preparing a giant weapon.


Heisenberg: So much suffering...
High up on his perch, Heisenberg stares reticently at the chaotic scene unfolding below him as Otherworldly automagods pour into town.
Heisenberg: However, it is all for the greater good. There's simply no other option to take.
He looks toward the heavens above, unable to block out the screams of the innocent carried by the wind.
Heisenberg: There's no more time.
Heisenberg: Grace will ensure that the plan goes accordingly. What remains is—
Heisenberg: ...!
A bullet smashes into the ground, narrowly missing his feet. Heisenberg jumps back, looking around wildly for the shooter.
???: You're a hard man to find.
Ronan: Give it up, Heisenberg. There's nowhere else to run.
Heisenberg: Although I never considered myself to be on the run to begin with, I'm surprised you managed to track me down, Ronan.
Ronan: All that havoc in the streets down there is your doing. Predictable as usual.
Ronan: You think I didn't scrutinize every section of this area beforehand? This is the only high ground left where you thought you'd be safe.
Heisenberg: Ah... So that warning shot came from your sterling hunting dog.
Heisenberg: I admit this is causing me a minor inconvenience...
Ronan: ...
Heisenberg: Actually, Ronan, this is a fortuitous opportunity.
Heisenberg: Why don't you and I work together?
Ronan: Don't screw with me!
Ronan: Heisenberg. You are the leader of the Foe, and my top priority is to take you into custody.
Ronan: We are past the point of discussion. I will not listen to the rhetoric of the Foe.
Heisenberg: Ah, yes. The Foe...
Heisenberg: Call it whatever you like, but know that this is my conviction. Everything that has been done has been for the sake of skydwellers.
Ronan: ...
Heisenberg: Ronan, if you won't join me, then I refuse to be arrested.
Ronan: Don't even think about it. You're no match for me. Not back then and not now.
Heisenberg: I'm well aware of that, Ronan. But I also know you're a big softie, as much now as you were back then.
Heisenberg: Why is this so hard for you to understand? We've reached the stage where choice is a luxury we don't have.
Heisenberg: The moon threatens—
Heisenberg: Ngh!
Ronan: Hands where I can see them.
Ronan: My hunting dog, as you put it, is also watching.
Heisenberg: You will regret not forming an alliance with me.
Ronan: The only regret I might have is that I failed to recognize your true colors and turned a blind eye for far too many years.
Heisenberg: Fool. The Sky Realm faces its greatest crisis, yet here you are rehashing trivial matters.
Ronan: Is that a joke? How many lives have these "trivial matters" cost—
Eustace: Ronan.
Ronan: Speak.
Eustace: It's Eustace. I'll be there in five seconds.
And just like he said, Eustace arrives at the scene with impeccable timing.
Eustace: ...
Heisenberg: The hunting dog. Eustace, I think I heard?
Eustace: ...
Eustace replies by pointing Flamek directly at Heisenberg's head.
Heisenberg: Sigh... Yet another sheep who refuses to hear me out.
Eustace: As if I'd trust the words of the Foe—
Ronan: Forget it, Eustace. Put him in restraints.
Ronan: Don't worry. He'll spill everything he knows about the moon threat.
Eustace: Understood.
Eustace promptly yanks Heisenberg's arms behind his back in order to cinch them together.
Heisenberg: How can there be such a wide gap between what I know and what your side knows?
Heisenberg: Eustace, on top of being a weapon contractor, you're one of the Society's finest agents.
Heisenberg: It pains me to see you and Ronan so fixated on my arrest given the tumultuous circumstances.
Eustace: What are you trying to say?
Eustace: Capturing the leader of the Foe is our highest priority, as it should be.
Heisenberg: That's the problem, Eustace.
Heisenberg: Do all those people deserve to be slaughtered by Otherworldly beings just to capture one person?
Eustace: We have enough personnel to stop them.
Heisenberg: Yes, I know you do—otherwise I'd be in trouble too.
Heisenberg: No, I'm pointing out the fact that your absence from the battlefield raises the number of casualties.
Heisenberg: It's not too late to join the fight in town and save countless lives.
Ronan: Don't listen to him, Eustace.
Eustace: ...
Heisenberg: Gah...
Eustace gives Heisenberg's arm a sharp twist, causing the man to wince in pain.
Heisenberg: Seems like our conversation ends here. Oh well.
Heisenberg whips his head forward and grabs something from his front pocket with his teeth.
Eustace: ...!
Heisenberg: Hnh!
Ronan: Eustace!
Eustace: Guh!
Eustace: ...
After their eyes readjust from the blinding flash, all Ronan and Eustace see is a large bloodstain where the prisoner once stood.
Ronan: Damn, he got away!
Eustace: He used a flash grenade.
Ronan: You all right?
Eustace: Yeah, I'm fine. That's mostly his blood, not mine.
Ronan: He must be hurting badly judging by a spatter of that size...
Suddenly, the transceivers around their ears crackle to life.
Eustace: ...!
Ronan: Who's transmitting?
Heisenberg: Listen to me, Eustace.
Eustace: Heisenberg!
Heisenberg: There were only thirteen automagods ever made. Do you know why they stopped at thirteen?
Heisenberg: I can't say for certain either, but I have a hunch. They didn't build past thirteen because of—
Eustace: ...
Heisenberg: It's trying to activate, and regardless of how you feel, you're going to need—
The line goes dead before Heisenberg can finish.
Ronan: Trying to activate what? As in some kind of powerful moon weapon?
Eustace: Could it be a new type of automagod?
Ronan: I don't know... He seemed to imply there's a force even greater than automagods and seal weapons as we know them.
Eustace: ...
Ronan: Despite the lack of evidence supporting his case, we must secure more firepower aside from the three automagods.
Ronan: Any progress with Flamek?
Eustace: No...
Eustace looks down at his gun with a heavy heart, clenching it so hard that it draws a trickle of blood from his fingers.
Eustace: Nothing yet.
Ronan: I see...
Ronan: In the meantime, assemble with Ilsa and (Captain)'s group.
Eustace: What about Heisenberg?
Ronan: I'll go after him. If you hear anything, I want to know about it, no matter how trivial.
Eustace: Understood.
With a curt nod, Eustace leaves behind Ronan and the stain of Heisenberg's blood.

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Isaac watches from a screen on the moon as reinforcements join Yodarha in his fierce clash with Grace. Seemingly having gained the trust of the moon warriors of Omega-3, Isaac continues his research of Cassius's memories to understand why he went against Central Axis.


While Heisenberg goes missing, Grace is embroiled in a duel.
Grace: Heehee.
Yodarha: Heeyaah!
Grace: Wow, Teacher. Have you been working out? I don't remember you being this strong when I was your student.
Yodarha: I also wasn't tryin' to kill you back then.
Grace: Aww, that's sweet of you to think of me—
Yodarha: Make no mistake—I'm doing this for my own sake.
Yodarha: Hmph.
Grace: Oh dear... Are we playing hide-and-seek now?
Yodarha disappears into the thicket without so much as a rustle. Instead of searching for her former teacher, Grace looks over her shoulder.
Woman: Huff... Puff... Did you come from the town?
Grace: Yes. I fled for my life to get away from the scary monsters.
Woman: P-please! Save my three boys! You have to go back there!
Grace: Ooh, I know this story. The one with the Strawberry Prince, right?
Woman: What...
Otherworldly Being: Grgh...
Grace: Heehee. Too bad. I've lost count of the times I've heard that tale.
Woman 2: Noooo!
Grace: Oh dear.
Man: Why did you do that!
Townspeople fleeing into the forest scream in terror at the sight of Grace slicing the Otherworldly being in two.
Man: What did she do to deserve—
Woman 2: M-my husband!
Otherworldly Being: Grgh...
Grace: Enough with the disguises already.
Otherworldly Being: Hand... over...
Grace: Ah-ah-ah. Did you really think I'd give you the guide beacon for the moon?
Otherworldly Being: Deceived... us...
Grace: Thanks so much for doing the legwork and collecting Isaac's transmissions for me.
Boy: Why... Why'd you do that to Papa and Mama!
Grace: Hm? Because I had to. Besides, they already died back in town.
Boy: You'll pay for this!
Grace: Heehee, is that so? You'd better grow up to be big and strong then.
Grace: Did you know this wire is my weapon? It moves really, really fast. Bet you didn't even realize I've been swinging it around.
Boy: Eep!
Grace: Do your best to get strong, okay? Take too long to stop me, and everyone will die the same way your papa and mama did.
Society Soldier 1: Halt!
Grace: Oh my.
Grace: Hello to Ilsa's finest.
Grace: This is goodbye, little man. I'm getting you out of harm's way. You need to be alive to get your revenge, don't you?
Society Soldier 1: Fire at will!
Grace: Phew, that was close. Poor kid nearly turned into swiss cheese.
Society Soldier 1: Reload! Reload!
Grace defends herself against the Society's volleys with ease.
The Others: ...
Juri: Sh-she's single-handedly holding off a hail of bullets! There's not a single scratch on her!
Farrah: I'd heard the rumors, but this is beyond the imagination...
Rhens: She was crazy good when I knew her before, but now she's gotten even better!
Yodarha: Thanks for proving I made the right call to not go anywhere near her.
Vyrn: Gramps! You're okay!
Yodarha: Okay, my foot. This old bag of bones is screechin' in pain.
Yodarha: You young soldiers with the Society came to face Grace knowing the monster that she is, so I'm assumin' you have a plan.
Society Soldier 2: Yes, sir! Our fire team is equipped to counter her wire.
Society Soldier 2: Our armor has been modified with surplus automagod plating, affording us adequate protection.
Yodarha: I don't feel right 'bout hidin' behind the younger generation, but can I count on you to lead the charge?
Society Soldier 2: She won't get away with her crimes anymore. We'll risk our lives to stop her here for good.
Yodarha: Gotcha. Time to get a move on then.
Yodarha: (Captain) and the rest of you, listen carefully. The soldiers and I will finish this once and for all.
Yodarha: Stay here and don't interfere. Whatever happens next, look after the dead.
Yodarha: Take care.
Rhens: H-hey! Gramps!
Rhens has no chance of stopping Yodarha, who disappears like a fleeting illusion.
Vyrn: You're not gonna really let Gramps go off on his own, are you, (Captain)?
  1. Heck no.

Choose: Heck no.
Juri: Of course, Farrah and I will be glad to assist. We'll join Ilsa's soldiers and provide cover fire from a safe distance.
Farrah: Roger that!
Gwynne: I'll go with Farrah and Juri too. I'd like to take Grace alive, if possible.
Vyrn: That's a tall order. She doesn't strike me as the "go quietly" type...
Gwynne: But the Otherworldly beings said she has the "guide beacon for the moon" or something.
Gwynne: Which means she might know other information about how to get there.
Gwynne: Anyway, all I'm asking is to take her alive if it's possible.
Vyrn: If possible, if possible... Gotcha.
Lyria: Yep, we'll do what we can!
Satisfied with the roles they need to play, (Captain)'s group rush to assist in bringing Grace down.
Rhens: ...
Rhens: (Damn it! If only I could handle the sword like I used to!)
Rhens stares at his right hand, gritting his teeth and cursing his futility.
Isaac: ...
Isaac: (Grace, you're as shrewd as ever. The way you leverage that key component needed to travel here is nothing short of masterful...)
Isaac stares with deadened eyes at the blurry action on the screen—a broadcast of what's happening in the sky.
Isaac: (She tricked the dead of the Otherworld. Exploited them. Most of my transmissions fell into her hands.)
Isaac: (I should have known she might try something like that.)
Raybury: What is it, buddy? You're not particularly talkative today.
Isaac: Mm. Trying to outsmart Grace is like trying to juggle ten things at once. Not sure what my next move is...
Ellis: Greetings.
Juana: Greetings.
Dex: Greetings.
Isaac: Ah, Omega-3. Hello. How are you guys?
Ellis: I can see it...
Juana: My stomach is empty.
Dex: Too much adrenaline.
Isaac: Same old, same old then. Which is good. Anyway, need something?
Dex: Are you making progress?
Isaac: Yes. It's not perfect, but I'm done isolating the data.
Isaac: Now that the data is organized sequentially, you can pinpoint the time when a behavioral variation occurs.
Dex: Pure genius.
Isaac: Oh, I wouldn't say that. I've actually spent a long time learning how to splice data.
Dex: Regardless, your contributions should be sufficient in granting immediate permission to undergo moonside conformity surgery.
Isaac: Oh.
Dex: The spontaneous release of adrenaline will no longer be needed to compensate for pain and blood loss.
Isaac: Haha... That, uh, sounds useful?
Juana: Phooey. Does that mean I won't get to nibble on his arm anymore?
Dex: While adrenaline release may have its merits, the decreased productivity resulting from damage to nerves and flesh makes it illogical.
Dex: If you have a preferred surgery date, make it known. Your analysis work is to be handed off immediately. The surgery should take approximately ten years to complete.
Isaac: Could I get a little more time to get adjusted to the customs here before going under the knife?
Dex: I will let them know of your wishes.
Isaac: Thanks. Also, I'd like to keep analyzing the sample until I reach a good stopping point.
Isaac: It's hard to pull myself away from such interesting work. How did fossildweller lifestyles influence the survey team that was sent by the moon?
Isaac: At what point did they become disenfranchised with Central Axis, and why did they entrust the automagods to the fossildwellers? Can the source of altered behavior be replicated?
Isaac: Truly fascinating stuff...
Isaac: ...
Raybury: Are you really going to continue with this, Isaac?
Isaac: What else can I do?
Raybury: ...
Eyes listless, Isaac digs his fingernails into his arm.
Blood seeps into old bandages, and a faint spark of life returns to his eyes.
Isaac: I will follow my roots.
Raybury: ...
In the Sky Realm, (Captain) and the skydwellers struggle to unravel the mysteries of the moon and what fate has in store.
Meanwhile the moon quietly bides its time.

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Yodarha is determined to take down Grace, his former disciple, once and for all, but she does not go down easy. While others are focused on evacuating the townspeople, Rhens grips his crippled right arm and wonders how he might be able to help.


Mahira continues her research at the automagod hangar.
Arianensa: ...
Mahira: Oh. There it goes again.
Despite being powered off, Arianensa's body twitches at irregular intervals.
Arianensa: ...!
Mahira: It's been acting this way since Ilsa and the others were called into battle.
Mahira: That doesn't mean it's going to break loose and start wrecking the place though.
Arianensa: ...
Mahira: I think it's simply reacting to something.
Mahira: Hm... Could it be that its missing core is actually nearby?
Arianensa: ...
Society Soldier 1: Fire!
Grace: Teehee.
Grace: How about this?
Society Soldier 1: Urgh!
Grace: That's amazing... You took a hit from my wire and kept your limbs.
The amount of automagod plating in the gear worn by Ilsa's fire team isn't much, but the results are unmistakable.
An outer patchwork of self-regenerative fibers sourced from the automagods stops the wire from slicing into flesh.
Yodarha: Some things never change... To this day you still charge in headfirst without any hesitation.
Grace: Oh? And why should I waver?
Yodarha: Everyone has a voice tellin' 'em to stop and think except for you. By turning the world topsy-turvy and leading people astray, how many peaceful lives have you destroyed?
Grace: Like I said before, I only reap what's needed. Besides, you were the one who taught me that hardship is fleeting.
Yodarha: That lesson was meant to guide you down the path of righteousness.
Grace: What do you think I'm walking on right now? More people will live in peace this way than if they were under the moon's control.
Yodarha: It's no wonder I can't get through to you. You seem fully convinced of your brand of justice.
Grace: Mm-mm. I overcame many trials in pursuit of my conviction.
The events leading to this duel were set in motion ten years ago.
Students: Good morning, Teacher!
Yodarha: Mm, mornin'. Huh, did I always have this many students?
Yodarha: While I'd love to work with each of you one-on-one, looks like that won't be possible anymore.
Students: ...!
Yodarha: Now, now, don't panic. I'm not gonna start kickin' disciples to the curb if that's what worries ya.
Yodarha: I'm gonna make a slight change to my training methods.
Student 1: Guh... Wheeze... How many years is it gonna take... to do a million sword swings?
Student 2: Can't believe we gotta reach a million before we get taught anything. Ugh, my hands are chafing... Hey, Rhenny. Get me some bandages, will ya?
Rhens: R-right away!
Grace: Hnh... Hnh... Hnh...
Student 1: The new girl ain't even breaking a sweat. Rhenny, water.
Rhens: R-right away!
Grace: Hnh... Hnh... Hnh...
Rhens: ...
Student 2: Where's the stuff we asked for, Rhenny? Quit staring at the new girl.
Rhens: S-sorry!
Rhens: (She's incredible...)
Rhens: (Feels like she could go on swingin' for days without skippin' a beat!)
Student 1: Come on, Teacher, we've been doing the same swings for twenty days straight! Can you please teach us something different?
Yodarha: Keep your pants on, ya rapscallion. Swordsmanship isn't forged in a day. Your body must become one with the sword.
Student 2: But how many years is that going to take?
Grace: Teacher, I have completed one million swings.
The Others: ...!
Student 1: Yeah right!
Yodarha: No, I can tell from her hands she isn't lying.
Grace: Uh-oh, would you look at that? My finger is dislocated again. It just won't stay put no matter how many times I pop it back in.
Yodarha: Fool! Here, let me treat it. You didn't need to overexert yourself in the first place.
Grace: Teehee. But with the basics out of the way, now I can move on to receiving your teachings.
Yodarha: Practice is on hold till your finger recovers. Can't learn anything if ya can't even grip a sword.
Yodarha: All right, Grace. Firm stance, sword pointed at your opponent's eye.
Grace: Yes, Teacher.
Students: ...
Rhens: ...!
Student 1: Tch... What's so special about her?
Student 2: We'd better finish our million if we wanna catch up.
Rhens: Hnh! Hnh!
Grace: Hey there, Rhensy. Still going at it, hm?
Rhens: You could say... I was... inspired!
Rhens: Your form... is on a... different level!
Grace: My, what sharp eyes you have. Teacher also says you have potential.
Grace: Say... Why don't I teach you the stuff he taught me? It'll be our little secret.
Rhens: Huh?
Rhens: N-no way! What's the point if I can't even make it to a million swings?
Hnh! Hah!
Grace: Haha, fair enough. You're an interesting guy, Rhensy.
Rhens: Hey... Just wondering... What's your motivation?
Grace: I'm on a mission.
Rhens: Oh yeah? What kind?
Grace: A mission of world peace.
Rhens: Wha?
Grace: Oops, you dropped your sword. Here you go.
Rhens: Oh... Th-thanks...
Rhens: (She's thinkin' big... Like a whole nother level of big!)
Grace: Do you have a mission, Rhensy?
Rhens: Who, me? Uh... D-dom...
Rhens: Ahem! The domination of the skies!
Grace: Wow. Haha, that's very impressive.
Grace: ...
Yodarha: I'm going to ask you again: why did you corrupt the other students?
Grace: I object to the term corrupt. I merely taught them your techniques to further their growth.
Yodarha: Those cubs weren't ready! After driving 'em to spill innocent blood and steal money, you have the gall to call that "growth"?
Yodarha: Is there more to this mission of yours, Grace?
Grace: There is.
Yodarha: If that's your idea of justice, then you're no longer fit to hold a sword.
Grace: Do you have it in you to pull the trigger, Teacher?
Yodarha: Of course I do!
Grace: Looks like you're all cried out now.
Yodarha: Until I take your head, I'm nothin' more than a corpse. No tears to shed, no emotions to feel.
Grace: Ah, is that why you're wearing those white robes?
Farrah: What should we do? Even the Society soldiers can only stand by and watch.
Juri: If we carelessly rush in to help Yodarha, we'll only get in his way!
Rhens: How's he dodging her attacks...
Vyrn: Ah, that's it! Lyria, remember what Cassius once told us?
Cassius: Our current armor cannot guard against that woman's weapon.
Cassius: However, the wire's motion can be dulled by strong winds, water, or—
Lyria: Tiamat and the other primals might be able to help us! But—
Boy: She murdered Papa and Mama!
Vyrn: Quiet it, kid! You'll get hurt if you get involved! Get outta here!
Boy: No! She killed them! So I'm gonna kill her! I'm gonna—
The others realize that a number of people are cowering behind any cover they can find in the forest.
Juri: Farrah! Help Ilsa's soldiers evacuate these townspeople to safety!
Farrah: I'm on it!
Rhens: ...!
Rhens: (Crap on a stick! If the old goat kicks it, we're next!)
Rhens: (How the hell are we supposed to take down that monster?)
Rhens: (And how's the geezer avoiding her attacks?)
Rhens desperately analyzes the situation while trying to stop his right hand from trembling.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Booted Up - Chapter 3: Hardware Chk - Episode 2

Yodarha is hurt in battle when trying to defend Society soldiers. Rhens takes the initiative in saving Yodarha and drenching Grace in oil, dulling her wire attacks. Pleased to see skydwellers making great progress, she begins indiscriminately attacking anyone in her vicinity.


Grace: This is remarkable, Teacher. Your strength is like that of a different person.
Yodarha: Hmph. Normally compliments oughta make me blush, not piss me off.
Yodarha and Grace's fierce duel continues.
Juri: Please evacuate this way!
Woman: But it's not safe in town!
Society Soldier 1: Our comrades are pushing back the monster hordes! They'll get it done!
(Captain)'s crew and the Society soldiers frantically usher the townspeople that escaped into the forest back toward where they came from.
Yodarha: Raaagh!
Grace: That murderous intent isn't like you either. I guess you really have become a remorseless corpse.
Yodarha: I told you already, tears and emotions mean nothin' to me.
Grace: Oh really?
Society Soldier 2: Argh!
Grace: That armor is ready for retirement. All cracked and broken like that... One good slash does the trick.
Society Soldier 1: M-man down! Cover him!
Grace: It's time I cut these loose ends.
Yodarha: Grace!
Grace: See? You're too nice.
Yodarha: Guh!
Rhens: Gramps!
Farrah: Juri! Gwynne!
Juri: Right! Open fire!
Gwynne: Roger that!
Farrah, Juri, and Gwynne provide covering fire for Rhens while he scrambles over to the injured Yodarha.
Rhens: Hrng!
Grace: Ah, here comes another kind soul.
Rhens: ...!
Rhens: Huff... Huff... Aaaah! That was close!
Vyrn: Whoa! Since when could he move that fast!
Gwynne: How!
Grace: Heehee. I remember those sharp eyes of yours.
Rhens: Wait a minute! Were you baiting me?
Grace: Then why don't you show me again what you just did?
Rhens: Yipes!
Grace's wire shoots toward Rhens, who not only has to protect himself but Yodarha also.
With his dominant hand out of commission, Rhens swings his sword with his left, deflecting the wire just enough to cheat death.
Rhens: Heh, ehehe... I'm still kickin', which means I figured it out!
Rhens: (The instant I see that wire gleam, I swing with all I got!)
Rhens: (Gramps used the air pressure from his swings to dodge the wire!)
Grace: That's the beauty of skydwellers. The more cornered they are, the stronger they become.
Gran is the Main Character
Juri: Cross fire!
Djeeta is the Main Character
Juri: Cross fire!
Farrah & Gwynne: Roger that!
Grace: Sacrificing one's self for the sake of a loved one is a start...
Grace: But it's going to take more than one. A lot more.
Rhens: Sorry, but this ends here!
Grace: Think again.
Rhens: Gwah!
Grace: You were so close. Swords can't affect my wire if I attack directly from the front.
Rhens: Hehe...
Grace: Oh? This feels like—
Rhens: Cooking oil. The key ingredient to makin' my famous pork belly!
Grace: ...!
Not expecting to be drenched in oil, Grace's expression finally falters. Her eyes fall to the device on her right arm.
Grace: So you really did figure it out... Good job, Rhensy.
The device controlling the firing and spooling of the wire grows unstable, enough for (Captain)'s eyes to adjust to the wire's speed.
Grace: This calls for drastic measures. Sorry, Rhensy, Teacher.
Rhens: Crap!
Grace whips the wire at Rhens and Yodarha.
Gran is the Main Character
That's when (Captain) seizes the opportunity to jump in.
Djeeta is the Main Character
That's when (Captain) seizes the opportunity to jump in.
Grace: Listen, (Captain). I really am on your side, you know.
Grace blocks (Captain)'s attack with a hidden dagger and immediately follows up with a counter.
Lyria: G-great job avoiding the wire, (Captain)!
Juri: Maybe it's just me, but I think the speed of the wire got slower!
Farrah: I think you're right! I can sorta see it too now!
Grace: If that's the case, then I think everything will work out all right, regardless of what the moon tries to pull.
Gwynne: Grace!
Grace: Will the skydwellers show me their power? The one that will overcome any weapon?
Society Soldier 1: Ugh!
Rhens: Ow! Son of a—
Yodarha: Cough! You fools! Leave me behind and save yourselves!
Juri: An army isn't an army without its soldiers! That's what I was taught!
Farrah: If Katalina were here, she'd stand her ground too!
Grace: Yes. That's the essence of skydwellers.
Grace: Now who here will perish first: me or everyone else?
Grace: I can't wait to hear your answer.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Booted Up - Chapter 3: Hardware Chk - Episode 3

Rhens puts an end to Grace and her violent rampage. As she falls and a fire erupts from the mix of oil and sparks, her wire wraps around Rhens's arm.


Grace: Hah... Haha...
Grace smiles even as she tries to staunch the bleeding from her severe wounds.
Grace: For the sake of your loved ones and even total strangers, you used every conceivable trick to stop me...
With barely any strength left, the woman can see the boundary between life and death.
Grace: Will you finish me off? I'm just sad I won't get to see what happens in the future...
The Three: ...
Grace: Teehee. Such tenderhearted kids.
Grace: Or maybe you know me too well.
Grace: I wasn't planning on going out with a whimper.
The metallic wire flies every which way at no specific target, suggesting that the woman can no longer see clearly.
Vyrn: Th-this is nuts! She doesn't care who or what she hits!
Trees topple around her as the wire shears through anything in its erratic path. Her own wounds open wider.
Rhens: Pant... Huff... Will you...
Rhens: Knock it off already!
With a trembling hand, Rhens raises his longsword and charges at Grace, nearly tripping over his feet.
Grace: Hehe...
Rhens: Whoa!
The wire cuts into the tip of his sword, producing a shower of sparks and splitting the blade in half clean down the middle.
Grace: ...!
The sparks grab hold of the oil-soaked wire and ignite in a flash.
A sudden updraft created by the fire whips the wire high into the air.
Rhens: It's over!
Grace: ...
Rhens: Huff... Huff...
Grace: ...
The Three: ...!
Rhens: I'll do what you're all thinkin' and finish it. You kids go wait over there.
Grace: Aah... Aah...
Rhens: What?
Unable to hear Grace's feeble whispers, Rhens unknowingly leans in closer to her.
Grace: Aah... Ree...
Rhens: What are you—
Grace: Unh!
With a final gasp, her right hand shoots up, and her wire coils around Rhens's arm.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Booted Up - Chapter 3: Hardware Chk - Episode 4

(Captain) and company meet up with those defending the town against Otherworlders. The enemies retreat when they see that Rhens now wields the wire previously used by Grace, and it becomes apparent that the wire is Arianensa's core. Gwynne agrees to bond with Arianensa, while (Captain) agrees to bond with Pyet-A. The rescue plan is making great strides.


While a ferocious battle plays out elsewhere, the Society weapon contractors defending the town experience their own strange turn of events.
Otherworldly Being: ...
Beatrix: What's happening? They're acting weird.
Zeta: It's gotta be a trick. Stay sharp, Bea.
Otherworldly Being: I see, I see... That changes things.
Vaseraga: What does that mean?
Otherworldly Being: Ah, I was thinking this would be a good time to negotiate.
Otherworldly Being: I don't suppose you would give us the moon-bound ship?
Zeta: Huh? Like hell we would.
Otherworldly Being: Too true. Oh well.
Otherworldly Being: Then we have no choice but to continue the assault—
Otherworldly Being: Who... did...
Vaseraga: That's...
Zeta: The jar-cruncher's wire attack!
Beatrix: It's (Captain) and the others! Geez, what are you guys trying to pull!
Rhens: Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to scare ya.
Otherworldly Being: Well, well, well... So that's how it is...
Beatrix: Huh? All the Otherworlders disappeared.
Vaseraga: A temporary retreat, if I had to guess.
Vyrn: Heyo. We made it back in one piece.
Zeta: You guys had me worried, but I'm glad to see you again.
Zeta: Now can someone explain to me why you have that woman's weapon?
Rhens: She gave it to me. I'm still tryin' to figure out why though.
Beatrix: What happened to Grace?
Rhens: Here's what I can tell ya.
Grace: Ah... Aria... nensa...
Rhens: Arianensa? Is that a word?
Grace: I've worn you for too long... But the terms are the same... Accept him...
Grace: Unh!
Rhens: As soon as she finished sayin' that gibberish, her wire wrapped around me. Thought I was about to get minced.
Juri: Rhens!
Startled by Juri's warning call, Rhens looks around to see trees collapsing left and right from the wounds inflicted by Grace. One is about to fall on him.
Juri: Hng!
Farrah: Are you okay, Master?
Yodarha: Nnh... Yes... Where's Grace?
Gwynne: Crushed under a tree, probably...
The fire that Rhens unwittingly started spreads rapidly, preventing any hope of checking for Grace's body.
Rhens: Let's head back to town. Gramps needs a doc.
Rhens: Which brings us here. Gramps is hurt bad. As for Grace, I don't think any doc can help her now.
Yodarha: What a disgrace I am to make a disciple get his hands dirty.
Rhens: Don't be stupid. We'd all be dead if you hadn't been fightin' seriously.
With the Otherworldly beings gone and Yodarha convalescing, Zeta and the others try to get a handle on the situation.
Eustace: Are you sure she said Arianensa?
Rhens: Uh, yeah. Pretty sure that's what I heard.
Ilsa: Was a piece of Arianensa's lost core in her weapon all along?
Eustace: With Grace's death, a new weapon contractor can be born.
Gwynne: ...
Ilsa: Which means...
Eustace: Yeah. That's three automagods.
Beatrix: Three? I thought we only had Grynoth and Pyet-A?
Eustace: I'll let you explain it, Ilsa.
Ilsa: Fine.
Ilsa: So that's where we stand, though Arianensa technically shouldn't be counted yet due to its volatility.
Zeta: I can still see the look on the guy's face as he got eaten...
Mahira: From what I can tell after poking around inside Arianensa, the device on Rhens's arm seems to fit perfectly.
Rhens: Wait, this thing comes off? I mean, it's pretty useful to have, but it comes with too much baggage.
Mahira: Then you won't mind if I take it?
Rhens: Nope. She seemed—I don't know—possessed by it. Thing's got bad vibes.
Gwynne: ...
Rhens: ...
Rhens: This contractor talk goes above my head, but is there any way Short Stuff can take my place?
Gwynne: Huh?
Rhens: I feel like she wants it more than I do. That's what all that training was for, right?
Gwynne: Why are you bringing this up...
Rhens: I've seen her swordsmanship. Somehow she picked up the old fart's style.
Eustace: I'm still not convinced she has what it takes.
Rhens: Ah, but see, you can't doubt her potential.
Eustace: ...
Rhens: Hey, I'm serious! She's young, she's got talent, and she's earned my seal of approval!
Gwynne: Please, Eustace. Let me do this. I have something to fight for.
Eustace: ...
Eustace: Assuming the core fits with Arianensa, you need to succeed in making the pact. We'll go from there.
Gwynne: Yes, sir!
Ilsa: Grynoth and Arianensa will explore the moon under Vaseraga's and Gwynne's control.
Ilsa: Last is Pyet-A. I'd like to have it join the search too if we can find another pilot.
Ilsa: I was thinking of asking you, (Captain), to form a pact with Pyet-A and become said pilot.
(Captain) perks up, turning toward Ilsa to find her staring straight back.
Ilsa: The side effects of a seal weapon having two pacts is unknown. Therefore current contractors are out.
Ilsa: Considering those who've fought Pyet-A before, the one with the highest chance of being accepted as its contractor is you.
Ilsa: Your task is to take control of Pyet-A, fly it to the moon, and rescue Isaac and Cassius. Think you can handle that?
  1. Yes, I can.
  2. If the price is right.

Choose: Yes, I can.
Ilsa: Sorry for springing this on such short notice. We'll provide all the support we can muster. Make us proud.

Choose: If the price is right.
Ilsa: Of course. You'll be paid after the mission, whether it succeeds or fails.
Ilsa: Keep in mind it may take some time to settle accounts depending on your asking price.
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Eustace: With the Foe on the move and Otherworldly beings targeting Mahira's ship, we need to pick up the pace.
Eustace: We're now shifting into the next phase of the operation.
Eustace: Once we've confirmed that Pyet-A, Arianensa, and Grynoth are ready to go...
Eustace: The contractors and their respective automagods will be inserted into the moon.
Vaseraga: These are uncharted waters, but for Cassius, I'll spare no efforts.
Zeta: Sucks that I can't do more than wish you three the best of luck.
Ilsa: There are two objectives. One, rescue Cassius and Isaac.
Ilsa: Two, investigate Heisenberg's claims about the creation of the automagods and why it stopped at thirteen.
  1. You can count on me.

Choose: You can count on me.
Vaseraga: Got it.
Gwynne: Understood.
Arianensa's core has unexpectedly fallen into their laps.
It greatly accelerates the plan to get to the moon.
Three individuals are entrusted with securing the lives of Cassius and Isaac, and with uncovering the goal of the moon's denizens.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Booted Up - Chapter 4: OS Verification - Episode 1

(Captain) and Gwynne officially form their automagod pacts. When inputting Isaac's propulsion algorithm, the crew realize they are missing Pyet-A's core, which Zeta had tossed into the depths of the skies at the end of a previous battle. Grace, who was thought to be dead, suddenly shows up again.


In the aftermath of the Otherworldly beings' invasion and the battle with Grace...
The next phase of the rescue plan kicks off, spearheaded by members of the Society.
(Captain): ...
(Captain): ...
Lyria: Oh, you finished changing! Hehe, you look so cool!
Vyrn: Yeah, that armor's supposed to resonate better with the automagods, right? Lookin' snazzy!
(Captain), clad in new gear furnished by the Society, blushes from the compliments.
Mahira: Arianensa's core has been successfully installed.
Eustace: (Captain), Gwynne. Make your pacts.
Zeta: ...
Vaseraga: Something wrong?
Zeta: Nah. I was just thinking of the time I invited (Captain) to join the Society. I was like, "You'll get a sweet weapon if you join us."
Vaseraga: We've come full circle.
Zeta: Seriously. Who could've seen this coming?
(Captain) stands before Pyet-A while Gwynne takes her place in front of Arianensa. They raise their hands toward the machines.
Gwynne: I wish to form a pact with Arianensa.
  1. I wish to form a pact with Pyet-A.

Choose: I wish to form a pact with Pyet-A.
Gwynne: Seek shelter in my hands. Let us become one.
  1. Seek shelter in my hands. Let us become one.

Choose: Seek shelter in my hands. Let us become one.
Gwynne: And when the time comes, show your power.
  1. And when the time comes, show your power.

Choose: And when the time comes, show your power.
Particles of light speckle their vision. An incessant buzz rings in their ears, and there's a vague sense of having an out-of-body experience.
When the two return to their senses, they recognize that the automagods are now a part of them.
Vyrn: Did it work?
Ilsa: Well, they're alive. Pact successful.
Beatrix: Ahaha! (Captain) and Gwynne are friggin' awesome!
Lyria: My heart was beating so fast...
Mahira: Good, good. Let's move on to a connection test.
With the on-again, off-again departure date drawing ever closer, the rescuers step up their efforts.
They aren't the only ones looking for a way to the moon—the Foe and the Otherworldly beings are on the move. The Society can't risk losing Mahira's ship.
But for now, the Society continues its tests with the automagods and prepares for the mission ahead.
Isaac: Sorry this took so long. Pyet-A's propulsion algorithm is done. It'll calculate a flight path from the sky to the moon.
Isaac: I'm sending over a data punch card through the transmitter, and I ask that you load it into the automagod.
Isaac: Okay, here we go. Data going out.
After receiving the data from Isaac, preparations for departure should near completion once the control system is loaded into Pyet-A.
But there's a problem.
Mahira: Hmm... Something's wrong.
Ilsa: What is?
Mahira: I get an error every time I try loading the new algorithm into Pyet-A.
Mahira: See? The process keeps terminating immediately.
Ilsa: Uh-huh?
Mahira: It's supposed to take time to write this many commands into the automagod.
Mahira: I wonder if Pyet-A also needs a core like Arianensa does.
Zeta: Pyet-A's core?
Zeta: Damn... That was tiring. Some ratty old sword popped off it too. Its source core maybe?
Ilsa: Its body is rotted away. That sword must be the source core.
Zeta: We wouldn't want it to repair itself again now, would we? See ya.
Zeta: Uh-oh...
Vaseraga: I seem to recall Zeta saying "see ya" and tossing something off the island.
Zeta: Gulp.
Beatrix: Zeta! Did you really yell "see ya" when you threw away the core!
Zeta: Great, even Bea's raggin' on me!
Zeta: Well, excuse me for not being able to predict the future.
Eustace: Can we substitute the missing core with something else?
Mahira: If we could perfectly manufacture automagod components? Maybe.
Mahira: It would take quite some time to reconstruct a core's structure.
Zeta: Sigh... This sucks. Me and my dumb brain.
Vaseraga: Then we'll search the bottom of the skies before heading to the moon.
Zeta: That'll take years. Centuries even. I mean, I've got no right to criticize since it was my fault, but...
Woman's Voice: My, my, my, it sure is dour in here. What seems to be the problem?
Zeta: Oh, for crying out loud, I just said—
Zeta: ...!
Grace: Hiya!
Rhens: Urk!
Gwynne: How is she...
Grace: Teehee. I'm back.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Booted Up - Chapter 4: OS Verification - Episode 2

The crew sees through the disguise and realizes the Grace before them is actually an Otherworlder taking her form. Additional Otherworlders take on the appearances of fallen Society soldiers and attack the base, then propose an alliance to strike down the moon together by using the Pyet-A core they fished out from the bottom of the skies. After a vicious show of force by Ilsa, the crew get their hands on the core and proceed with launch preparations.


Ilsa: All units, prepare to fire!
Society Soldiers: Yes, ma'am!
Grace: Haha, relax, people. It's not like I'm armed.
Grace: More importantly...
Grace: Looking for this?
Zeta: Why do you have that?
Grace: We both have a problem that needs to be solved. Beggars can't be choosers.
Grace: Would you guys do me a favor and team up with me?
Ilsa: What do you want?
Grace: Revenge. To seek retribution on the moondwellers for abandoning our ancestors.
Rhens & Gwynne: ...?
Gwynne: Tell me the truth, Grace. Is this really about revenge?
Grace: That's the path we chose when we decided to call ourselves the Foe.
Rhens: I call shenanigans.
Grace: Oh? Do tell.
Rhens: Every time I asked what your goal was, you said world peace.
Grace: ...
Rhens: Just who the hell are you?
Grace: So much for this plan.
Otherworldly Being: It's no fun impersonating someone else. What a bother.
Vaseraga: Your kind again.
Otherworldly Being: How else was I to transport this object up here from the bottom of the skies?
Otherworldly Being: And although I borrowed that woman's form, I spoke the truth.
Otherworldly Being: Cooperate with us to strike down the moon. We all have our reasons for wanting to, after all.
Beatrix: Yeah right, like we're gonna team up with the jokers that trashed the town.
Otherworldly Being: Hm...
The Otherworldly being looks at the faces glaring back at it and shrugs.
Otherworldly Being: The notion of cooperating with us disgusts you?
Ilsa: Damn straight. We have no reason to join your side.
Otherworldly Being: I was hoping you'd sympathize with us. Was I not clear enough?
Otherworldly Being: We'll do whatever it takes for revenge.
Zeta: The creeps are out in force again.
Gwynne: What about Grace!
Otherworldly Being: She's dead. Thus I was able to recycle her appearance and memories.
Gwynne: ...!
Ilsa: I recognize the faces of the soldiers your lackeys are impersonating... They belong to my subordinates... But that means...
Otherworldly Being: Yes. The very same who perished in the previous battle. We assumed their forms.
Otherworldly Being: Did you truly believe you could go to war with us and not suffer a single death?
Ilsa: ...
Ilsa closes her eyes and exhales softly.
Ilsa: (Captain), Vaseraga, Gwynne. Escort Mahira and the ship construction workers to the hangar.
Beatrix: Drill Sergeant?
Eustace: Stand down.
Zeta: ...
Ilsa: There's not a second to waste. The rest of us will stay and mop up this mess. Move.
Vaseraga: Come on, everyone, let's go.
Ilsa's eerily calm demeanor sends them racing out of the room. What's boiling inside her is the stuff of nightmares.
Ilsa: Back to the matter at hand. It seems we've already lost a few good soldiers. That's a reality of this war—sacrifices will be made.
Otherworldly Being: I'm impressed by your rationality.
Ilsa: They knew what they signed up for. They had nowhere else to go. They had no regrets.
Otherworldly Being: Therefore—
Otherworldly Being: Guh!
Ilsa draws her gun in the blink of an eye and fires a bullet through the creature's leg.
Ilsa: Therefore what?
Otherworldly Being: We should—
Otherworldly Being: Urngh!
Ilsa: I didn't give you permission to speak.
Otherworldly Being: Agh!
Ilsa: Shut your mouth and keep it shut.
Otherworldly Being: Ngh!
Ilsa: Jake, Sullivan, Lisa, Egan...
Ilsa: Effresau, Zashrega, Kasmina, Marco, Rui, Elena, Diaz...
Ilsa: Eleven warriors who died with honor until your kind defiled their memories! They can't rest until you've paid the ultimate price!
Ilsa: All units, open fire! Send them back to hell!
Society Soldiers: Raaagh!
Vyrn: Yikes! Sounds like a war zone back there!
Gwynne: I've never seen Commander Ilsa that angry before.
Vaseraga: Who can blame her? I'd be fighting alongside them if I could.
Mahira: But since the Otherworldly beings are coming for the cosmoship, we have to launch it as soon as possible.
Lyria: Why do they want it? I know they said they're seeking revenge, but...
Vaseraga: Who knows. Perhaps their fate is tied to the moondwellers. It's not our place to speculate.
Mahira: That's true. They don't seem entirely trustworthy either.
Mahira: But on the plus side, they had the final part we needed. I'll feed this into Pyet-A, which should then allow Isaac's algorithm to read.
Mahira: After that it's time for blast off. I'm worried about Cassius and Isaac.
Vaseraga: I can't help but think obtaining Pyet-A's core was all too convenient.
Gwynne: ...
Vaseraga: Are you worried about something?
Gwynne: No. I was thinking about Grace. She knew how to get to the moon, didn't she?
Vaseraga: She's a descendant, after all. Doesn't surprise me that she would.
Gwynne: When Grace died, the Otherworldly beings recycled her appearance and memories, then came here. That's what they said.
Vaseraga: And they happened to bring Pyet-A's core from the bottom of the sky with them...
Gwynne: She couldn't have thought that far ahead, could she?
Vaseraga: We may never know. I won't bother trying to make sense of it. You shouldn't either.
Gwynne: Okay...
After briskly walking down a long corridor, the pilots step into a huge room.
Three automagods stand by, patiently waiting to be activated and commanded.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Booted Up - Chapter 4: OS Verification - Episode 3

Ilsa's troops, with the help of mages dispatched from other islands, finish off the Otherworlders. While writing propulsion instructions into Pyet-A, the crew holds a launch ceremony of sorts by Vyrn's recommendation. By the time they're done writing personalized messages on the automagods' hulls, Mahira announces that they will be ready for takeoff soon.


Zeta: Taaaah!
Beatrix: Hyaaah!
Otherworldly Being: Our position is untenable.
Ilsa: I'm surprised you thought you could win.
Otherworldly Being: Then it is time to show our hand.
Ilsa: ...!
The Otherworldly being makes a series of unusual gestures and an ominous miasma billows across the floor.
A grotesque lump of flesh manifests amid the haze, and its many eyeballs rotate to gaze at Ilsa.
Ilsa: Isn't that...
Otherworldly Being: It's a key. A key that opens the gates to the Otherworld, ushering in our brethren—
Otherworldly Being: What!
Ilsa: Don't make me laugh.
Ilsa: Since you can't help vandalizing our skies, other islands that are fed up with your garbage were more than happy to assist us.
Ilsa: With their cooperation, everything you maggots left behind in battle was thoroughly analyzed in order to burn your bridges to the sky. You had no idea, did you?
Ilsa: Playing tricks with black magic was devious on your part. It deceived us once, but now that we know better, that won't happen again.
Otherworldly Being: Ah... Ah...
Ilsa: My boots are dirty. Better wipe them down.
Ilsa stomps the Otherworldly being in the gut, grabs its gaping mouth with an ironlike grip, and proceeds to berate the hapless creature.
Ilsa: The fear of death doesn't register in the feeble brains of Otherworlders, does it? That's why you attack with abandon.
Ilsa: I don't give a damn if you're immortal or invincible. You really want to try me? Do you, punk? Hell, you and your army are more than welcome to.
Ilsa: It'll take more than one head to quell my wrath!
With a mighty roar, she rips the head of her enemy clean off.
Farrah & Juri: Gaaah!
Zeta & Beatrix: ...
Eustace: ...
A deafening hush falls on the base.
Ilsa: Extermination complete, for now at least.
Ilsa: Retrieve the remains of the eleven fallen from Ilsa Company! I'll check in later as soon as I see the ship off!
Society Soldiers: Y-yes, ma'am!
Stunned Onlookers: ...
Ilsa: What's the hold up? Leave guard duty to the soldiers and mages. (Captain) and the others are waiting for us.
Juri: Copy roger! Affirmative, ma'am!
Farrah: Your voice cracked, Juri.
Beatrix: Can you really blame him after what we just saw?
Zeta: Ahaha... Yeah.
Eustace: ...
Everyone is gathered in the hangar.
Mahira: Beep. Boop. Bop. Go.
Apparatus: Ratts: Resu obot odem.

Mor ckech ko.

Frimawer teriw pressorg ratts.
Apparatus: Mor wondaldogin.
Apparatus: .......
Zeta: Is it working? Nothing's happening.
Mahira: The automagod is learning how to fly right now. It shouldn't take too long.
Beatrix: Learning, huh... What happens if it forgets something?
Mahira: Automagods don't seem to forget once they commit something to memory. Their memory structures are totally different from ours.
Ilsa: Definitely not your strong point, Hellcat.
Beatrix: Hey! I still passed all my classes and exams, you know!
Apparatus: ..................
The room suddenly becomes still again. Everyone stares at the machine as it feeds instructions into Pyet-A.
Apparatus: ...........................
Vyrn: Oh, by the way, this might sound superstitious, but do you think we should hold a launch ceremony or somethin'?
Lyria: I like the sound of that! Beatrix, haven't you done one before?
Zeta: She has? Oooh right, before she took off at the speedship race.
Beatrix: Are you talking about my Pinky Bearheart Pop-Along Fighter?
Zeta: Yeah, the one you covered in scribbles.
Beatrix: Quit callin' them scribbles!
Vaseraga: There was a time when it was the norm for sailors to have their creed and guardian painted on the hull to ensure safe travels.
Eustace: Here, use these.
Ilsa: Wow, you brought us brushes. How uncharacteristically proactive of you.
Eustace: I'm just bored out of my mind.
Everyone grabs a brush and writes a personalized blessing on the hull of the automagod.
Vyrn: What should I write...
"Kick butt!"
Lyria: "Do your best!"
Farrah: "We got guts."
Apparatus: ....................................
Juri: "Justice is here."
Zeta: "A prayer for success."
Vaseraga: "Bring them back."
Apparatus: .................................... .........
Beatrix: "Get your butt back here, Cassius!"
Ilsa: "Failure is not the same as death, but know that only the living can prevail."
Eustace: "Best of luck."
Apparatus: .................................... ..................
Beatrix: Does it still need a minute?
Mahira: I think so.
Beatrix: Okay then.
Beatrix: Can I give this to Pyet-A, Drill Sergeant?
Ilsa: That's a...
Zeta: Pencil case?
Ilsa: And it still has the pens and pencils you used when you started basic training. I can't believe you still have them.
Beatrix: Yep, they're the same ones you gave me.
Beatrix: I sucked at math and stuff, which I know annoyed the heck outta you...
Beatrix: But I kept at it and never gave up. In my head, this pencil case became sort of a good luck charm.
Beatrix: I just wanted to offer a prayer that the mission will go smoothly.
In the pause that follows, they remember an image of Cassius, one that exposed a side of the moondweller they'd never seen before.
Their growing impatience is understandable. But when the only thing one can do is wait, waiting becomes that much harder.
When there aren't any tasks to keep them preoccupied, it feels as if their frustrations might explode. Luckily those days could be coming to an end.
Apparatus: Frimawer teriw pectodmel.
Mahira: It's done learning. Once the automagods are loaded onto the ship, we'll be ready for takeoff.
Beatrix: I hate not being able to do more for you guys at this crucial moment.
Beatrix: Take care of Cassius, Isaac, and the little robot for us.
The three pilots nod and take a seat in their chairs. Each chair is connected to an automagod via cables.
The pilots' heads, arms, and legs are secured snugly to the chairs with large clips. Their vision begins to blur.
Operator 1: All pilots, be aware. Now establishing neural connection to your automagods.
Isaac's message has been heard loud and clear.
It's been a long time coming, but it's finally time to fly them to the moon.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Booted Up - Chapter 4: OS Verification - Episode 4

With (Captain), Vaseraga, and Gwynne piloting the automagods remotely, the cosmoship successfully launches. Isaac and Dex of Omega-3 are watching this unfold live from a monitor on the moon. Though Isaac's advice did make a difference, Dex is impressed at the progress and adaptability of skydwellers. While waiting for the crew's arrival, Isaac makes a copy of Cassius's brain to continue investigating what aspect of life in the sky changed him the most.


Operator 1: Alpha, Bravo, and Golf are loaded and secured to the fuselage of Mahira's ship. No errors detected.
Operator 2: Copy that. Establishing FOV connection.
Operator 2: All pilots, please report your status.
Gwynne: I have visual.
Vaseraga: Me too.
  1. Me three.

Choose: Me three.
Operator 2: Copy that. Audio and haptic feedback looks responsive. Expanding neural control to the entire automagod frame.
They feel a stretching sensation on their bodies accompanied by a bout of vertigo, but they quickly adapt to it.
Operator 1: All pilots, please initialize your units.
Hands, arms, legs, head, torso—they flex and test every part of the automagods to ensure everything is in working order.
This goes on for several minutes, and when the machines finally stop moving, Mahira gives the go sign: a thumbs-up.
Ilsa: You are about to embark on the rescue of Cassius, Isaac, and Raybury.
Ilsa: Pilot the three automagods, land on the moon, and secure the three captives into the ship's escape pod.
Ilsa: Those are your orders.
Vaseraga & Gwynne: Understood.
Ilsa: Furthermore, the Foe have hinted at some sort of super weapon on the moon.
Ilsa: While navigating through hostile territory, investigate and procure intel pertaining to a weapon if at all possible.
Ilsa: The fate of these skies may very well be thrust into your hands depending on what happens next.
Ilsa: Good luck up there.
Ilsa: Alpha, Bravo, Golf! Begin launch ignition! Guide Mahira's ship into the cosmos!
With a flash of blue-white light, the giant airship slowly lifts off its moorings.
The wooden hangar creaks and buckles as the ship pushes upward through the ceiling.
Now there's nothing but blue skies ahead. The bow of the ship points toward a pale dot off in the distance.
Pyet-A: Thruster at max.
Grynoth: Synchronizing with Pyet-A's output.
Arianensa: Following Pyet-A's lead.
With a deafening roar, the ship blasts hangar debris everywhere and rapidly accelerates into the sky.
Their surroundings grow darker and darker as the ship hurtles into the jet-black void.
Isaac: They successfully escaped the atmosphere.
Raybury: What an astounding bunch, Isaac. I never thought I'd see them accomplish a feat that couldn't be done in a lifetime.
Isaac: It took my family many generations to build a rocket, and that was with Central Axis's technology to boot.
Dex: Although your assistance hastened their success, the fossildwellers have shown an astounding propensity for adaptation.
Isaac: Yeah, isn't it something? The gap between fossil civilization and moon civilization was immense.
Isaac: I'd hardly call the rocket they're using sophisticated, and yet they've proved they can break the grasp of gravity...
Isaac: One only needs to look at how the fossildwellers defeated the relics during the War to see what they're capable of.
Dex: Is that the basis of the altered behavior observed in the members of Central Axis's survey team?
Isaac: That conclusion can't be drawn at this time. The analysis work performed on the sample is still insufficient.
Dex: Hm... And what is the status of the analysis?
Isaac: I have finished replicating the requested number of brains belonging to the sample, Agent Cassius.
Isaac: Next comes simulation trials: adding and deleting memories from the brain copies to determine what facilitates behavioral variation.
Dex: What is the premise of said trials?
Isaac: I'd like to see how each brain responds when certain memories that took place on Fossil are implanted into empty nodes.
Isaac: Namely, whether Agent Cassius meant to protect the fossildwellers in the battle versus automagod Yatima.
Isaac: In addition, whether or not he employed anti-stress measures when leaving the sky. I think these two incidents make the trials worth running.
Dex: Very well. If a backup of the original sample has been created, can the original sample be recycled?
Isaac: Well...
Isaac: I'd prefer to keep the original just in case. I'm a little wary of only having a virtual copy.
Dex: Very well. That is not an issue at present.
Isaac: Dex, are they planning to throw the original sample into the disassembler?
Dex: Yes. Like all refuse and excrement, the sample will be broken down to the molecular level so that its components can be reused by Central Axis.
Isaac: I see. Fascinating. Does my security clearance allow me to see it?
Dex: Resource recirculation is highly classified. Not even Omega-3 has been granted clearance to enter the disassembler.
Isaac: Darn... I was hoping to observe the reclamation process of Agent Cassius. What a shame.
Dex: With that said, you should be able to receive clearance to inspect the disassembler. Not only that, you may be allowed to oversee it.
Dex: Your contributions in aiding Central Axis toward its ultimate goal have been immeasurable.
Isaac: It's been an honor.
Dex: I will return later. Alert me of the fossildwellers' movements, if any.
Isaac: Yep. Will do.
Isaac: Right then, on to the next order of business. I'll start by randomly erasing memories from the sample copies to see how they behave.
Isaac: How long is erasing the data going to take, Raybury?
Raybury: A few days at most by my estimates. Probably will finish by the time the automagods arrive.
Isaac: That's pretty long... The trials will have to start when they get here then.
Raybury: In any case, all we can do is wait.
Isaac: Always playing the waiting game...
Isaac and Raybury stare at a monitor displaying a list of Cassius's memories.
A copy of Cassius's brain is selected at random. From it, certain memories start to vanish from existence.
Isaac: ...

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 1: OS Activated. cmd? - Episode 1

(Captain), Gwynne, and Vaseraga prepare their respective automagods for a lunar landing. The moon, however, is not so welcoming, immediately greeting them with a volley of gunfire.


Pyet-A: Confirm target approach.
Grynoth: Target approach confirmed.
Arianensa: Target approach confirmed.
(Captain), Vaseraga, and Gwynne, safe within the neural confines of the automagods, have been flying through bleak emptiness for a long time.
The gray sphere looms larger and larger as they approach, much larger than the fullest moon ever recorded from the skies.
Pyet-A: Cross-checking distance to landing zone. Over.
Grynoth: Affirmative.
Arianensa: Affirmative.
Pyet-A: No data abnormalities detected. Landing sequence can proceed as planned.
Operator 1: Course correction, minus three.
Operator 2: Operation designation A2E. Maintain heading route one, level out for 226 seconds.
Ilsa: Okay. Execute phase seven. Begin landing sequence.
Operator 2: Copy. Initiating moon landing sequence.
Operator 3: Separating booster unit and payload container.
On one end, (Captain) hears the chatter of mission control; on the other, the captain hears the clamor of ship parts coming away.
Operator 1: Final booster separated, preparation for descent complete. Initiating countdown.
Operator 2: Waiting on pilots for landing go-ahead.
Operator 3: Alpha, Bravo, and Golf are all systems go.
Ilsa: Then it's our turn to take charge and storm the moon!
Ilsa: Show 'em we aren't playing around!
Ilsa: Godspeed.
The guidance instructions loaded into each automagod reach the end of their purpose. The pilots are on their own.
An ashen landscape stretches for as far as the eye can see. From this point on, gravity should be able to handle the rest.
Suddenly, countless specks of light flicker into view from the lunar surface, heading toward them.
Pyet-A: Enemy fire incoming. Damage to the hull projected to be minimal.
Pyet-A: Engage evasive maneuvers?
Y/N
Gran is the Main Character
Questioned by the automagod, (Captain) quickly answers that evasive maneuvers won't be necessary.
Djeeta is the Main Character
Questioned by the automagod, (Captain) quickly answers that evasive maneuvers won't be necessary.
The exchange occurs in less than the blink of an eye, and the automagods descend toward the surface with their arms shielding their visual sensors.
Aside from the transmissions sent and received from within the automagods, nothing else can be heard as a silent battle erupts on the lunar front.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 1: OS Activated. cmd? - Episode 2

Isaac and Omega-3 are observing Grynoth, Arianensa, and Pyet-A from the safe confines of a moon base. Though the automagod pilots are still getting accustomed to this new environment, they manage to fight off the drones that come attacking.


Synthetic Voice: Cannot verify damage done to enemy automatons by laser ordnance.
Isaac: Wow... The lasers bounce off of them like nothing.
Ellis: Yes. The ancients endeavored to make weapons that can't be destroyed.
Ellis: But I can see it... The destruction of all the automagods will come.
Isaac: I guess from your point of view, heavy armor makes the automagods move way too slowly. They won't pose much of a threat.
Ellis: Ah... I see. You're about to make a recommendation, aren't you?
Isaac: Huh? Uh, yeah, that's right. Wait, you knew what I was going to say before I even said it?
Ellis: Yes. I saw it. The conversation we have yet to have. Don't worry. You will be granted the permission you seek.
Isaac: Ah, that's good to know. Then I'll hop right to it.
Ellis: Do so without wasting materials. It costs energy to assemble the re-re-re...
Ellis: Re... Re... Re... sources...
Ugh...
Isaac: Ellis?
Ellis: Uggh. The noise you produce interferes with me from time to time.
Ellis: The Otherworldly flesh you ate. It seems to broadcast white noise into my head.
Isaac: O-oh... Sorry 'bout that...
Ellis: I know you are, and you should be.
Ellis: Hurry up and discard your body.
Isaac: ...!
Ellis: I will pass your recommendation up the ladder...
Ellis: Noise... No-no-noise... Cr-crimson... Otherworld...
Isaac: ...
Raybury: He's terrifying.
Isaac: You said it. Who knows what he sees in his visions. I wonder if he bothers with not invading my privacy...
Synthetic Voice: Enemy automatons landing shortly.
Isaac: Well, the plan rolls along regardless. First is to—
Raybury: Intercept them with drones?
Isaac: Bingo, buddy.
Raybury: Got it.
Synthetic Voice: Enemy automatons no longer in laser grid range. Authorization by Operator Raybury accepted. Releasing drones in sequential group order starting with group one.
Isaac: I wonder how they'll do against the drones.
Raybury: Either way, I'm sure it'll be fun to watch.
Vaseraga: So this is the moon... Not much different from a desert.
Ilsa: Quit acting like a tourist and link up with Isaac at the rendezvous point. On the double.
Vaseraga: Copy that.
Gwynne: Um... Sorry, hang on. I'm detecting a lot of moving heat signatures. Let me do another enemy scan to double-check (Captain)'s results.
Vaseraga: Hm. Two sets of scans can't be wrong.
Vaseraga: Mahira. Grynoth should be the hardiest of the automagods, correct?
Mahira: Yep. Grynoth is the heaviest, so that makes sense to me.
Vaseraga: Let's move in a single-file formation. I'll take point, (Captain) covers the rear, and Gwynne has the middle.
Gwynne: Copy that.
Gwynne: Say, are you two having a hard time walking, or am I the only one having trouble?
Vaseraga: It feels strange for me as well, like I'm skipping on a giant bed. I wish I had better control over this unit, but practice makes perfect.
Drone: ...
Vaseraga: Maybe engaging those drones is the practice we need to break in our automagods.
Arianensa: Enemy scan complete.
Arianensa: Armament: weak. Durability: weak.
Threat level: trivial. Combat risk is negligible.
Gwynne: Arianensa affirms the drones aren't a threat. Should we stay in formation anyway?
Vaseraga: Yes. Stick tight.
Gwynne: Understood.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 1: OS Activated. cmd? - Episode 3

The pilots enter the hole that the drones came out of and rejoice when Isaac calls out to them via a speaker. Just as he explains that he's fooling everyone on the moon to get on their good side and has been tasked with data collection and automagod retrieval, an army of Cassius clones comes out into the open.


Synthetic Voice: Status report: majority of drones destroyed. All drones at risk of annihilation.
Isaac: You can say the automagods are outdated all you want, but they still pack a punch.
Raybury: True, but they're not built to take on the moon's defenses.
Juana: That's right. They'll be swarmed by our numbers.
Isaac: When did you get here, Juana? Shouldn't you be somewhere else?
Juana: I couldn't help myself. May I?
Isaac: Just try not to damage any muscles or nerves.
Juana: Will do.
Juana: Lunch is served.
Isaac: Ngh!
Juana: Yummy... Why is your arm so tasty?
Isaac: How would I know? I've never tried eating my own flesh.
Juana: If I only cared about nutrients, I would stick to rations. But now I'm hooked.
Juana: Can I eat the returnee? Or is that a no-no?
Isaac: That's a no-no. He's still being examined.
Juana: His brain looks delicious.
Isaac: That is the precious master copy. Please rein in your appetite.
Juana: I'll endure it until he gets dropped into the disassembler. When will he be disposed of?
Isaac: Hard to say... Perhaps in two to three years time.
Juana: Ah, pretty soon then. I look forward to it. Thanks for the nibble.
Isaac: You're welcome.
Isaac: ...
Raybury: I got you fresh bandages and some painkillers.
Isaac: Thanks.
Raybury: You took it pretty well.
Isaac: Let's just say the pain keeps my head clear. The next part of the plan is around the corner.
Raybury: Inserting the battle data recorded by the drones into each of the sample copies, and then running various test cases?
Isaac: Yeah, thanks to (Captain) and the other automagods, we can finish everything at once. Saves us a bunch of time.
Isaac: Prepare C-8 through C-17 for combat.
???: ...
Vaseraga: Raagh!
Gwynne: Um... I think that was the last one.
Vaseraga: Got it.
Vaseraga: Can we breach the enemy's base from the hole those drones came out of?
Gwynne: Let me check.
Arianensa: Activating locator.
Arianensa fires a cable of light from afar. It descends into the hole where the drones exited.
Arianensa: Updating map data.
Gwynne: Yep, looks like we can. Let's take the plunge.
Following the cable of light, the pilots walk toward the lip of the hole leading down into the moon's surface.
Pyet-A: Hull damage 99.89% repaired.
Grynoth: All damage incurred in previous skirmish repaired.
Arianensa: Locator recharged. Ready for redeployment.
The automagods share data between each other as they kick up dust while lumbering to their next destination.
Once they arrive at the hole, the pilots step into the dark unknown.
Gwynne: Cassius, Isaac, and Raybury are in here somewhere...
Vaseraga: (Captain), Gwynne. Don't rush the op.
Gwynne: I know. We still have to investigate the moon's schemes while keeping the automagods intact.
Synthetic Voice: Initializing automagod return protocol. ID scan recognizes Pyet-A, Grynoth, and Arianensa.
The Pilots: ...!
Synthetic Voice: Welcome back. Report to maintenance bay for data retrieval and—
Isaac's Voice: Yo, finally made it, huh?
Vaseraga: Is that you, Isaac? Sounds like you're doing fine.
Gwynne: Isaac... It's really him...
Vaseraga: What's your location? Tell us how to get to you, Cassius, and Raybury.
Isaac's Voice: I don't have permission to answer that. I'm only allowed to intercept you guys.
Vaseraga: What are you talking about?
Isaac: See, Central Axis is interested in the hidden "potential" of fossildwellers.
Isaac: That "potential" even allowed skydwellers to flip the automagods to their side. It's very valuable reference material for Central Axis.
Isaac: My job is to collect that data and recover your automagods, but something tells me that won't happen without a fight.
Gwynne's Voice: Wait, wait. Didn't you send out a distress call begging to be rescued?
Isaac: I don't recognize that voice. Are you with the Society?
Gwynne's Voice: That doesn't matter right now! All that matters is I came here to save you three.
Isaac: But you did save us. Thanks for providing me with data and bringing back the automagods.
Gwynne's Voice: That's your idea of being saved? Everyone worked their tails off! They rushed to put together an escape pod and everything!
Isaac: So we're supposed to climb into a pod and fly to the skies? Don't be absurd.
Gwynne's Voice: What!
Isaac: It looks sturdy enough, but its air seal is suspect. Can't expect much from a rush job, I guess.
Isaac: That pod isn't going to save me from instant suffocation. I'll arrive in the land of the dead long before reaching the skies.
Gwynne's Voice: So you tricked us?
Isaac: I did what I had to do to earn the moon's approval.
Isaac: Otherwise I would've been disposed of immediately, and I really didn't feel like being recycled after making such a long trip—no, thank you.
Gwynne: ...!
Isaac's Voice: Had enough to say? Then let's continue with the simulation trials.
Isaac's Voice: First group, move in.
The pilots hear the sound of footsteps approaching in the distance.
They soon realize that it's coming from further down the corridor.
Vaseraga: It appears a group of enemies is bearing down on us.
Gwynne: Th-this can't be right... What's going on, (Captain)!
(Captain) balks at the information on Pyet-A's display, certain that there must be some mistake.
Pyet-A: Approaching enemies identified as C-1 through C-9. All ten share the same form factor.
Group identifier: Cassius Series.
No matter how many times (Captain) and Gwynne rerun the scans, the results come back the same.
Meanwhile the sound of uniform marching grows louder and louder.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 1: OS Activated. cmd? - Episode 4

Isaac reveals he has dispatched the Cassius clones in order to gauge how much life in the skies has affected the moondweller. (Captain) and company hesitate at the thought of battling clones that look exactly like a dear friend, but they cannot back down.


Beatrix: Have you lost your marbles? What the heck does "engaging an army of Cassiuses" even mean!
Gwynne: Um... But... Well...
Ilsa: Take a second to breathe. We don't have visual—only audio. So get your head on straight and give a proper report.
Gwynne: It seems they've made replicas of Cassius...
Zeta: Huh? What are those?
Isaac: Exactly what they sound like. Cassius's body and mannerisms were duplicated in a large enough quantity to form a combat unit.
Isaac: Call them clones if you like. Or mass-produced homunculi to borrow your parlance.
Zeta: What the... Why did they do that!
Isaac's Voice: I thought I explained this already. Agent Cassius was used as a sample to investigate the influence skydweller life had on him.
Isaac's Voice: By running a live combat test, it may reveal which specific past life experiences influenced his performance.
Zeta: Sample this, performance that... Why do you keep talking about Cassius as if he were an object!
Isaac's Voice: Ah, let me clarify. The ones being evaluated in the combat test are the replicas, so don't worry. The original Cassius is being kept in storage.
Zeta: Uh, no. What I mean is you're not the type of guy who talks about people like that.
Isaac: ...
Isaac: I follow my roots. Nothing more.
Spear-wielding figures finally come into view at the far end of the corridor.
Cassius?: ...
Vaseraga: ...
Everything about the clones screams Cassius, and yet, to (Captain) and Vaseraga, they also feel like complete strangers.
Gwynne: ...
Even Gwynne, who has never met Cassius, hesitates to attack.
Isaac's Voice: It's difficult to fight an old friend, I suppose. If that's the case, give me control of the automagods, and I'll run the trials myself.
Vaseraga: Sorry, that isn't going to happen. I'll fight.
Isaac's Voice: One fighter isn't enough to get a clear answer. To (Captain) and the other Society member, will either of you relinquish control of your automagods?
Gwynne: Wow, what a coincidence. I'm looking for answers too. I bet the moon has something else up its sleeve, am I right?
Isaac's Voice: Maybe; maybe not. It's impossible to tell how many plans are simultaneously in the works.
Gwynne: Fine. I'll drag you out and beat the info out of you.
Isaac's Voice: Sure. Be my guest.
Gwynne: Ugh! I'm pissed! So much work to get here, and for what!
Vaseraga: I know how you feel.
Vaseraga: Let's make sure things don't go the way they planned.

Home Sweet Moon - Chapter 1: OS Activated. cmd? - Episode 4

As the battle drags on, (Captain) and company consider a temporary retreat. But when they realize that following the path traversed by the clones could lead them to Isaac, they decide to push forward.


Vaseraga: Haaaagh!
Isaac: Hm... The monitor is acting up, buddy.
Raybury: So much energy is being released that it's screwing with the camera.
Isaac: Oh well... How are the samples doing in battle?
Raybury: Every single one of them has been incapacitated.
Cassius?: ...
Isaac's Voice: Incapacitated? Not one clone is dead?
Raybury's Voice: There's no time to be surprised. Send in the next group.
Vaseraga: That's what I figured.
Gwynne: ...
Cassius?: ...
The pitiful sight of the fallen Cassius clones causes the pilots to lose their composure.
With no time for the pilots to rest, another wave of clones on the march can be heard over the speakers.
Gwynne: Is it okay to keep pushing on? Should we pull back for now?
Vaseraga: This is more painful than I expected. We should find another route.
Eustace's Voice: No. Locate the fake travelers and engage at will.
Ilsa's Voice: What! That's terrible!
Eustace's Voice: Didn't you hear it? The footsteps of the fakes could be heard in the background while Isaac was speaking.
Eustace's Voice: They're coming from his position.
Ilsa's Voice: Follow the clones to get to Isaac? Only problem is...
Eustace's Voice: You know what must be done. Right, Gwynne? Vaseraga?
Gwynne: I... can do it. I wanna knock Isaac down a peg.
Vaseraga: I'm used to dirty work.
Eustace's Voice: I'll be sure to report you were only following my orders.
Ilsa's Voice: ...
At that moment, the next wave of fakes comes into view down the corridor.
Grynoth: ...
Arianensa: ...
Pyet-A: ...
Eustace's Voice: You too, (Captain)?
Eustace's Voice: Do it. You can hate me later.
Without a word, the automagods spring into action.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 2: sl rm -allf *.* - Episode 1

Dex decides enough data has been collected to justify the use of Diaspora and orders Isaac to terminate the clones. Isaac says he'd like some time to run a final benchmark on Cassius's capabilities before calling it quits, to which Dex responds that wiping Cassius's memories will have to come first.


Grynoth: ...
Arianensa: ...
Pyet-A: ...
Raybury: Third group incapacitated.
Isaac: Hm...
Isaac rubs his chin while keeping an eye on the battle.
Isaac: The clones aren't aware they're fighting (Captain), are they?
Raybury: Nope. All they know is enemies need to be eliminated, so they attack accordingly.
Isaac: Despite being equipped with the latest reflex drivers, their performance actually lags behind the original, don't you think?
Raybury: That much is clear to me. Strangely enough, regardless of the gaps in their memories, there's no change in how they fight.
Dex: The copies are not exhibiting signs of behavioral variations like the original?
Isaac: Doesn't seem like it... The trials are more finicky than I had anticipated.
Dex: Hm...
Dex: Then terminating the sample analysis project at this juncture is the logical course of action.
Isaac: Huh? What are you saying?
Dex: Enough evidence has been presented to justify the utilization of Diaspora.
Isaac: Diaspora... Are they really going to activate it?
Dex: Correct.
Isaac: ...
Dex: Once I finish breaking the three automagods, you will announce the conclusion of the sample analysis.
Dex: Afterward I will ensure all of the Cassius samples are disposed of in the disassembler.
Dex: In doing so, Central Axis will make the determination to send Diaspora to Fossil.
Dex: Finally, the conclusion of the analysis project frees Engineer Isaac to undergo the moonside conformity surgery.
Isaac: Mm-hm... I see, I see...
Isaac: Well, you did promise to wait until the end of the trials, so I guess I can't complain.
Dex: Your reluctance to undergo conformity surgery in spite of the stress exerted by your current environs far exceeds rationality. You should have that rectified.
Isaac: Now that's interesting. Is it just me, or are you actually worried for my well-being?
Dex: Assuming you continue to operate beyond a normal stress threshold, you may suffer an irreversible decline in functionality. If that is what you call worry, then yes.
Isaac: Irreversible, huh...
Isaac: ...
Isaac: Were you worried about declining too, and that's why you decided to have an adrenaline synthetic circuit installed in your body?
Dex: ...
Dex: ...
Isaac: Ah... Um, sorry. That must be a sensitive topic.
Dex: No, I was querying my memory. The particulars for implementing the adrenaline synthetic circuit are as you suggested.
Isaac: Maybe I should get the surgery over with and adjust to moon life. Still...
Dex: Still what?
Isaac: Still I just...
Isaac: There's one last thing I'd like to do with the analysis project before it concludes.
Dex: I'm listening.
Isaac: I want to confirm the performance of the original.
Dex: The difference between the original and the copies should be insignificant.
Isaac: What's the harm in doing one more little test? If memories have no effect on the combat performance of the copies, maybe it has to do with his body.
Isaac: Even if the copies are the exact same at the molecular level, I think there's a reason why no change in their behavior occurred.
Dex: What reason is that?
Isaac: Perhaps they lack a soul.
Dex: That is not a perspective one expects from an engineer.
Isaac: I mean, it's just a thing people like to toss around when they can't physically observe something.
Dex: Hm. Then how do you propose to collect observable data?
Isaac: Good question. What test parameters would work?
Dex: Experiments have been conducted on copies with memories, copies without memories, and the original with memories.
Dex: The last test case would be the original without memories.
Isaac: ...
Dex: Leadership presumably views Agent Cassius as a danger.
Dex: If the potential found in fossildwellers has changed him to such an extent, the risk is too great.
Dex: Therefore performing a complete memory wipe is necessary.
Isaac: If the memories tied to his altered behavior aren't erased, will the original immediately be sent to the disassembler?
Dex: Almost certainly. In which case, you will not be given permission to run your little test.
Isaac: I see...
Dex: ...
Isaac: The memories of Agent Cassius must be completely erased.
Dex: Yes.
Isaac: ...
Dex: ...

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 2: sl rm -allf *.* - Episode 2

Dex leaves to get permission from Central Axis for Isaac's test. Meanwhile, the pilots finally make their way in and find the original Cassius in a tank of fluid behind Isaac and Raybury, his eyes void of emotion.


Isaac: ...
Dex: Are you willing to wipe Cassius's memory in order to perform your test?
Isaac: Guess I'll have to.
Isaac: I'll run a final benchmark on Cassius without his memories and call it quits. Please make arrangements for my conformity surgery after the test.
Dex: Very well.
Isaac: Do you mind discussing it with leadership right now? I want to get permission first to avoid any misunderstandings.
Dex: The automagods are coming. What do you plan to do about them after I step away?
Isaac: Hey, I'm an engineer. I'll think of something.
Dex: Very well.
Isaac: Right then...
Raybury: Are you really going to go through with this, Isaac?
Isaac: It's the second best option I've got.
Dex: ...
Synthetic Voice: Attention, Omega-3, Dex Krak. Full memory wipe of subject Cassius completed.
Synthetic Voice: Returnee Isaac's endeavors have been deemed extremely rational by Central Axis.
Dex: Understood. I am requesting an audience with leadership.
Synthetic Voice: Granted. They request that you relay their impressions to returnee Isaac.
Dex: Understood.
Agent of the moon, Dex Krak, stoically walks toward the far end of a corridor.
Synthetic Voice: Central Axis to personnel: enemy automatons are infiltrating Area G36-C. Mobilize C-58 and upwards for deployment.
Explosions and emergency announcements go hand-in-hand as a fierce battle rages somewhere inside the moon base.
Dex: (Strange.)
Dex: (My adrenaline consumption... Is it being neutralized?)
Feeling oddly relieved, the man passes through the doors leading to the base's nerve center.
Although the beckoning sounds of battle reach his ears, he doesn't feel an intense craving to pulverize.
Dex: (This phenomenon always occurs after conversing with the returnee Isaac.)
Dex: (How strange.)
Synthetic Voice: C-48, C-61, and C-83 incapacitated. Observed combat results within error range.
Isaac's Voice: The samples are putting up a good fight, but only about eighty are left. The automagods are beasts.
Isaac's Voice: Fascinating. Okay then, I'm sending out C-90 through C-100.
A wall panel along the hallway opens at Isaac's command.
More Cassius clones step into the hallway from the opened panel.
Vaseraga: He must be in there...
Gwynne: Isaac!
Eustace's Voice: Do it.
Those words chill the pilots to the core, but they send the automagods barreling forth into the formation of Cassius clones, sending the fakes flying.
Isaac: Hey, you made it.
And there stands Isaac, looking almost like a different person, along with his buddy Raybury.
Cassius: ...
Cassius floats nearby in a tank of fluid with his eyes wide open. The reunion is complete.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 2: sl rm -allf *.* - Episode 3

Isaac explains that he had to contribute to Central Axis in order to survive on the moon, and part of that meant calling the automagods there. Gwynne, infuriated that Isaac would wipe Cassius's memories, flies into a rage and inadvertently breaks some machinery and Cassius's glass tank. An alarm sounds, calling in drones to attack (Captain) and company.


Beatrix's Voice: Did you find him? Did you find Cassius?
Vaseraga: We found him....
Cassius: ...
Synthetic Voice: Operator room breached by enemy automatons. Central Axis systems in danger of fatal damage. Eliminate intruders immediately.
Synthetic Voice: Pyet-A, Arianensa, Grynoth, welcome back. Connect to maintenance port for data recovery.
Synthetic Voice: Enemy automatons identified as Pyet-A, Arianensa, and Grynoth. All combat personnel, eliminate the threats immediately.
Isaac: Haha, guess they got some kinks to iron out. The system never accounted for the possibility of automagods being used against it.
Vaseraga: Isaac, Raybury. We're getting you two and Cassius out of here.
Raybury: Unfortunately, that's but a pipe dream.
Gwynne: What's the big idea calling for help only to take it all back!
Isaac: Please lower your voice. I already told you once before that the pod you brought can't get us back.
Raybury: Isaac is unable to breathe outside the base and will die as soon as he leaves. The pod doesn't seal in air well enough either.
Vaseraga: Then—
Beatrix's Voice: Then why'd you tell us to go to the moon in the first place, you big jerk face!
Isaac: Ah, is Beatrix listening in? The moon is a harsh place, where basic needs are earned through contribution.
Isaac: I leveraged my engineering skills, using them to study the potential found in fossildwellers and promising to recover the automagods. I did what I had to do to survive.
Raybury: Central Axis's ultimate goal is the subjugation of the Sky Realm. They've been assessing skydwellers for any threats they might pose.
Isaac: Your ancestors overcame the Astrals' technological advantage and kicked them out. That set off alarm bells for Central Axis.
Raybury: Not to mention the survey team they sent to the skies ended up abandoning their duties and switching sides.
Isaac: I was analyzing Cassius to determine if he underwent a change like my ancestors did, but...
Isaac: In the end none of it was useful.
Beatrix's Voice: Huh? What are you trying to say!
Isaac: Don't worry about it. Whatever changes occurred, the moon doesn't have the tech to prove it.
Isaac: Just before you arrived in this room, the decision to swiftly dispose of Cassius was approved.
Ilsa's Voice: I am appalled! How can they throw away a life so easily?
Vyrn's Voice: Hey, Cassius! Are you there? Say something!
Cassius: ...
Cassius: A voice...
Lyria's Voice: Cassius! Please don't stay in a place like that! Come back and live in the sky!
Vyrn's Voice: Yeah! Everyone's waitin' for ya!
Cassius: Who are you?
Vyrn's Voice: Have you already forgotten our voices? It's me, Vyrn!
Cassius: Searching... No individuals named Vyrn found in memory.
Vyrn's Voice: Wha?
Isaac: I just finished erasing his memories. I wanted to do one last thing before he got destroyed.
Isaac's hollow expression doesn't change as he continues his confession.
Isaac: He doesn't remember any of you anymore.
Beatrix's Voice: What!
Zeta's Voice: How can you be so indifferent!
Vaseraga: ...!
The rescuers can't believe what they've heard.
Cassius: ...?
The blank expression on Cassius's face seems to confirm their worst fears.
Gwynne: You...
Gwynne: You piece of crap!
Gwynne flies into a rage, firing off her weapon.
Isaac: ...!
Isaac quickly dives to the ground. He turns to look at the damaged machinery, which could've been him.
Isaac: Hey, hey... Cool it, would you? Breaking the instruments is a bad idea.
Gwynne: Don't tell me to—
Gwynne's protest is interrupted by the distinct sound of cracking glass.
Cassius: Unh...
The glass tank shatters, spilling fluid and its precious cargo to the floor.
Vaseraga: Cassius!
Isaac: You guys stay put. He doesn't need further stimulation right now.
Isaac grabs what looks like a tool and stabs it into Cassius's neck.
Cassius: Gasp!
Gwynne: Enough... Enough already! Just stop!
Isaac: I shouldn't have to be dealing with this right now...
Isaac: Buddy, what are our moon friends up to?
Raybury: Threat level has skyrocketed after their equipment got destroyed. Your clearance isn't going to stop it either.
Isaac: There you have it, folks. Hurry up and—
Synthetic Voice: Destruction caused by intruders confirmed. Raising threat level from γ2 to β1-Low. All units engage.
Isaac: β1-Low means the drones. A tidal wave is on its way here. I hope you're ready for it.
Vaseraga: Hand Cassius over to us before they get here.
Isaac: Sorry, looks like I can't do that.
Drone: Enemy spotted. Commencing attack.
Isaac: They're the latest models created 189 years ago. When operating in numbers, they're as formidable as an automagod. Watch yourselves.
Vaseraga: Tch! There's so many of them!
Gwynne: Don't get surrounded! The three of us can take them!
Isaac: ...
Drone: Destroy the enemy.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 2: sl rm -allf *.* - Episode 4

While the automagods are battling drones, Isaac jams a tool into Cassius's neck to restore his memory. Apparently, he had only made it look like Cassius's memory was wiped to fool the moondwellers.


Vaseraga: Hrgh!
Gwynne: Buzz off!
Synthetic Voice: All drones destroyed. Cannot determine enemy combat strength. Request reinforcements.
Synthetic Voice: Unable to predict enemy actions. Reevaluating threat level.
Isaac: Well, no surprises there. As long as they keep living on the moon, the power of fossildwellers will remain a mystery to them.
Cassius: Ungh...
Isaac: Things that can't be explained by data and formulas are scary, aren't they?
Isaac: Okay, guess I'll move on to the next step...
Cassius: ...!
Gwynne: What are you doing to him! Hasn't he been through enough!
Isaac: It's just a simple procedure. As simple as erasing the chalk off of a chalkboard.
Gwynne: You're not answering the question!
Isaac: Hold on, I'm getting to that. You'll understand in a minute.
Gwynne: Ugh!
Vaseraga: (Captain)!
Isaac: We all agree that erasing a chalkboard takes almost no effort, yes? But wiping the entire board every time to write something gets annoying.
Vaseraga: Graah!
Isaac: Moondwellers organize their memories by tagging them with flags. Figuratively speaking, I mean.
Isaac: Memories that shouldn't be erased get a flag. In other words, memories with no flags are okay to erase. That's how the process works.
Pyet-A: ...!
Isaac: So when it's time to write something on the chalkboard of memories, only non-flagged areas get overwritten. It's efficient and logical.
Gwynne: Get back!
Isaac: Cassius's memories pose an unknown threat. That's why I had to erase everything, or else he'd get recycled.
Isaac: So what did I do? I tore off all the flags on his chalkboard. In the eyes of the moondwellers, that counts as having his memory "wiped."
Isaac: Do you get what I'm saying? Only the flags were removed.
Cassius: ...
Vaseraga: Then he still...
Cassius: Guh...
Vaseraga: Cassius?
Cassius: Va... seraga?
Isaac: It wasn't pretty, but it looks like the flags were forced back into place.
A tired Isaac offers a weak shrug and pulls the tool out from Cassius's neck.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 3: All Memory Cleared - Episode 1

Isaac had been pretending to play along with Central Axis in order to buy time for the pilots to rescue him and Cassius. Though the traveler isn't quite himself yet, they all prepare to escape from the moon.


Isaac's Voice: All right, I think Cassius is back in business.
Zeta & Beatrix: ...
Ilsa: Isaac... This was all...
Isaac's Voice: I did what I did because I had absolutely no other way to survive. I couldn't let them suspect me of being a traitor...
Eustace: ...
Cassius: Unh...
Isaac: That was a long nightmare, wasn't it? But it's finally over.
Isaac: Can you hear me, Cassius? How do you feel?
Cassius: Guh...
Raybury: His brain is under too much stress. He needs more time to recuperate.
Isaac: So it would seem.
Cassius: ...
Isaac: But first, I think you're in desperate need of some new threads. Let's get you covered up.
A tired Isaac dresses Cassius.
Vaseraga & Gwynne: ...
(Captain), Vaseraga, and Gwynne can only watch, trying to collect their thoughts.
Isaac: I honestly had no idea how you'd react once you got here, but could you at least not look at me like that?
Isaac: This was the only plan I could come up with.
Cassius: ...
Isaac: ...
Cassius: En... gin... eer?
Isaac: Don't look at me... I said don't look at me! Not after what I did to you...
Gwynne: This was the outcome you were hoping for, Isaac...
Isaac: How is this what I wanted? Tinkering with and making copies of someone's brain, only to manipulate them? It makes me sick!
Isaac: In mere seconds they can make the decision to recycle a life, yet it takes them three hundred years to file an application form? These people are insane!
Raybury: Take a deep breath, buddy.
Isaac: Sigh... Okay... I'll calm down... I'm calm...
He mutters under his breath while digging his nails into his bandaged arm.
Isaac: Right... Gotta calm down for what's coming next...
Isaac: ...
Isaac: Say, is the escape pod in one piece?
Vaseraga: Yeah. See for yourself.
Isaac: It survived the fighting unscathed. Well done.
Cassius: ...
Isaac: Hear that, Cassius? Everyone's waiting. What do you want to do?
Cassius: ...
Isaac: There's not much time left. What's it going to be?
Isaac: When we were flying to the moon, you never finished telling me how you really felt about leaving the sky.
Synthetic Voice: A serious problem has occurred. Threat level raised to α4-High.
Synthetic Voice: All elite units respond. Confirm threat details over closed-circuit channel. Expedite threat neutralization.
Raybury: They must be taking this extra seriously to declare an alpha level.
Vaseraga: How serious are we talking?
Isaac: Imagine if there was a problem in your perfect little world.
Isaac: And that problem boiled down to three automagods rampaging through the halls. You'd be fit to be tied.
Raybury: This section is going to get locked down soon. We'd better go.
Isaac: I'll carry—hup—Cassius. Can I ask you guys to watch our front and back?
Gwynne: ...
Isaac: Uh-oh... Whoever's controlling Arianensa, are you having issues with your connection?
Gwynne: Mm-mm. I'm fine.
Gwynne: I'll lead the way. Arianensa excels at detecting enemies.
Vaseraga: I'll assist up front too. (Captain), be our anchor.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 3: All Memory Cleared - Episode 2

As an alarm sounds, the group tries to get off the moon before Omega-3 can catch up. Unfortunately, Ellis and Juana find them and hijack their minds.


Cassius: Alpha level...
Raybury: Yep, all the way up to alpha.
Vaseraga: What can we expect?
Isaac: Some of the best warriors the moon has to offer are coming for our heads. Probably.
Gwynne: Can you do better than "probably"?
Raybury: This is unprecedented. We knew they had a contingency plan but never thought it'd be invoked.
Cassius: Omega?
Isaac: I'm almost certain they'll show up. It makes sense to deploy your best war assets during an unparalleled crisis.
Raybury: Omega-3, the greatest moon warriors of them all.
Isaac: Yep. Dex Krak, Juana Stone, and Ellis Stamp. I wonder who's gonna show up to the party?
Ilsa's Voice: Isaac, can you hear me? Is there any intel on those three you can share with us?
Isaac: Using my security clearance to pull up their files, this is what I know.
Isaac: Dex, male, has short hair. He uses a device that regulates his aggression. He's probably the most battle-hardened of the trio.
Isaac: His combat data serves as a blueprint for the fighting style of the Cassius clones. Personally I'd avoid fighting him at all costs.
Isaac: Juana is a woman whose appetite knows no bounds. Her special digestive organs allow her to absorb nearly any consumed material for use as part of her own body.
Isaac: In other words, she can infuse her skin, flesh, and bones with metal, ores, and who knows what else, making her a tough nut to crack.
Isaac: Ellis, on the other hand, has the gift of hyperdimensional perception which allows him to "see" things in the t-axis in addition to the x-, y-, and z-axes, or something like that.
Isaac: The t-axis uses a crystal oscillator to assign relativistic values, creating a virtualized field. Honestly I have no idea what that means.
Ilsa's Voice: You said they were almost certain to show up.
Isaac: Dex is talking with the higher-ups, so my money's on Juana. What about you, buddy?
Raybury: Put me down for Ellis.
Isaac: Cassius?
Cassius: Dunno.
Isaac: Shouldn't have asked.
Pyet-A: ...
Vaseraga: What is it, (Captain)?
  1. Cassius is acting strange.

Choose: Cassius is acting strange.
Cassius: Strange.
Isaac: It pains me to say this since I'm the one who put him through it, but...
Isaac: Deleting and retrieving memories within a short period of time is extremely taxing. I think he'll be back to normal soon.
Cassius: Apology.
Isaac: The memories themselves are floating around in there, so they should reorganize themselves by the time he gets back to the sky.
Gwynne: What's the plan for getting back?
Isaac: Oh, so the thing is, I actually included a flight path back to the sky in the automagod propulsion algorithm, so it's all set.
Raybury: Really gives that mess of spaghetti code extra zest. Took you a while to write, didn't it, buddy?
Isaac: Sure did. I had to force an overflow in part of the autopilot controller to overwrite the landing coordinates—
Gwynne: Th-that's not what I'm asking! What about the—
Isaac: Sorry, first things first. We can take a shortcut here.
Raybury: We were cutting it close. There's no time to spare.
Isaac: I know. If Omega-3 finds us, we're in deep trouble. Come on, everyone, this way.
Cassius: ...
Isaac opens a hidden steel door.
Gwynne: ...
Vaseraga: What are you waiting for? Let's move.
Gwynne: Ah... Yes, sir.
Isaac: I'm home.
Grace: Welcome home, dear! You're early today.
Isaac: Thanks to the awesome efforts of my buddy here. I feel bad for always lagging behind.
Raybury: Hah, as if a job like that could give me trouble. Besides, it's been so long since I got to see your lovely home.
Girl: Papa! Unky Ray! You're home!
Girl: A hug for you, and a hug for you!
Isaac: Hahaha, what are you doing? Your arms aren't long enough to hug the both of us at once, silly.
Raybury: She likes having nice things, unlike her old man who doesn't seem to mind getting lowballed.
Isaac: Erm, haha... Can we not talk about that, buddy?
Raybury: It's too late to go back and ask for what you deserve, but you really ought to think of your own needs. Too much self-restraint isn't a good thing.
Grace: What's this about? Did he draw the short end of the stick again?
Isaac: No, nothing like that happened. Actually, I made some new friends today.
Isaac: They're outside waiting. I know this is sudden, but do you mind if they join us?
Grace: Haha, of course not. Why would I say no?
Isaac: Phew. Sorry, I know I'm always causing trouble.
Raybury: The best thing in life is a loving family.
Isaac: Couldn't agree more.
Isaac & Raybury: ...
Juana: Papa? Where are your new friends?
Isaac & Raybury: ...
Automagods: ...
Ellis: Welcome to our humble abode, everyone. Come on in.
Automagods: ...
Juana: Was the mind hijacking successful? How did you do it, Ellis?
Ellis: Three-dimensional space is flat to me... As long as I have an external pathway to the brain, I can do anything...

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 3: All Memory Cleared - Episode 3

Back in the skies, Ilsa panics when the automagod pilots lose themselves. Ellis uses earsplitting sound waves to attack via automagod communication channels. Juana bites into Arianensa's arm, to which Gwynne yelps in pain.


The Pilots: ...
The Pilots: ...
Ilsa: Come in! (Captain), Vaseraga, Gwynne! Isaac! Raybury! Does anyone copy!
Ilsa: Did the automagod connection get severed? Or have we only lost voice?
Operator 1: No, audio appears to be coming through. I'm picking up faint voices and the hum of running machinery.
Man's Voice: Wow, three new friends. What a delight. Please make yourselves at home.
Woman's Voice: Yaaay! We're gonna have a big, yummy dinner tonight!
Eustace: What's going on? Are the orders from the pilots getting through to the automagods?
Ilsa: Actually, the display indicates the automagods are in standby. It's like they aren't being piloted at all...
Gran is the Main Character
The Pilots: ...
Djeeta is the Main Character
The Pilots: ...
Lyria: Something's not right! Everyone looks like they're having nightmares!
Confusion erupts at mission control. The Society members try to deduce what's happening to the pilots based on what limited information they have.
Mission Control: ...!
Ilsa: What's that noise!
The audio equipment synchronized to the automagods' aural functions suddenly emits a ghastly buzz.
Man's Voice: Ah... Aaah...
Man's Voice: I can see it... In a run-down secret base, the fossildwellers are panicking...
Zeta: Ugh, my poor ears! Who's talking!
Ellis: Greetings. I am Ellis Stamp, Agent Cassius's senior.
Ellis: I know how hard you've all been working, so relax, listen to the sound, and let your mind melt away...
Gran is the Main Character
The Pilots: ...!
Djeeta is the Main Character
The Pilots: ...!
The bodies of (Captain), Vaseraga, and Gwynne arc off their chairs. Their jaws tremble open, as if being wrenched apart against their will.
Vaseraga: Ooooo!
Gwynne: Giiiii!
Gran is the Main Character
(Captain): Aaaaa!
Djeeta is the Main Character
(Captain): Aaaaa!
Ear-screeching wails that seemingly no person could naturally produce belch from the gaping mouths of the restrained individuals.
Ellis: You spent so much effort to control the automagods, but without proper security, I can hijack them with ease.
Ellis: Yes, I can see every security hole now...
Ilsa & Eustace: Nggh!
Beatrix: Drill Sergeant! Eustace!
Ellis: These wavelengths rattle the brain tissue. Plugging your ears won't stop the brain from melting...
Vaseraga: Ooooo!
Zeta: Oh, shut up, Vaseraga!
Zeta: Ar... vess!
Staggering forward from lightheadedness, Zeta whops Vaseraga on the head with her spear.
Vaseraga: Ooo—
Ellis: That hurt. She hit me through the automagod...
Juana: Haha, she sounds spicy. I wonder what she tastes like.
Ellis: I don't know...
Ellis: The plan will go smoothly, and there will be nothing left of them. I saw it happen.
Juana: Aw, too bad. I wanted to feast on some new treats.
Ellis: Oh dear, I didn't realize you were starving. I'd better go bring in dinner.
Juana: Yaaay! Hurry, Mama, hurry!
Ellis: Okay, everyone, please have a seat.
Automagods: ...
Automagods: ...
Girl: Eenie, meenie, miny, moe...
Grace: Stop that. Mind your manners.
Girl: Ehehe... Sowwy.
Girl: Okay, everybody! Let's eat!
Everybody: Let's eat.
Arianensa: ...
Gwynne: Gyaaaah!
Ilsa: What is... happening!
Ilsa, still reeling from the echoes of the earsplitting wails, staggers to her feet. She's certain the worst is yet to come.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 3: All Memory Cleared - Episode 4

Lyria uses her life link with (Captain) to connect to Pyet-A and boot out Ellis, restoring the minds of the automagod pilots. Finally realizing that they're under attack, they prepare to face off against Ellis and Juana.


Gwynne: Krrrk...
Eustace: What's wrong with her?
Operator 1: Gwynne is experiencing massive pain feedback from the damage done to her automagod!
Gwynne: Huff... Huff...
Eustace: Shouldn't she be insulated from any pain it feels though?
Operator 1: Supposedly but—
Gwynne: Eeengh!
Lyria: Oh my gosh! Gwynne's arm is bleeding!
Ilsa: That's impossible!
Operator 1: A powerful force is jamming the automagod!
Ilsa: This has to be the work of the man who calls himself Ellis. At this rate Gwynne's going to die along with her automagod! Cut the connection!
Eustace: We already cut power to the three of them...
Gwynne: Gnnnh...
Beatrix: Am I going crazy, or did nothing change even though the signal was cut?
Zeta: I can still feel Grynoth's presence coming from Vaseraga. How can they still be tethered together without a signal?
Ellis: Ah, but a line still exists. They're securely fastened to negative t-axis cables...
Ellis: I patched into the past to establish those lines, so even when power is cut, I'm not locked out.
Juana: That's amazing, Ellis. With your capacity to see past and future, you're the expert in information warfare.
Juana: The signals currently flowing through the pilots are amplified for a specified period in time.
Ellis: The realism of the hijacking is so strong that it can manifest physically...
The exact details of what's occurring is unknown, but the situation isn't looking good for the pilots.
Applying pressure to Gwynne's wound, everyone at mission control tries to come up with answers.
Vyrn: Hey! Wake up, Gwynne! Open your eyes, (Captain)! You too, Spiky!
Lyria: What should we do? What should we do?
Lyria: ...!
Lyria: Eustace! Please reconnect (Captain) to Pyet-A!
Eustace: Why?
Isaac & Raybury: ...
Juana: Arianensa has so much flavor. Aren't you going to eat, Ellis?
Ellis: I don't have the stomach for it.
Ellis: I knew you were going to eat Arianensa first, but I'm still surprised by your choice...
Juana: Well, its scanning ability is very effective. If I had it for myself, I'd have no trouble finding things to eat.
Ellis: Good point. You should consume lots and lots...
Automagods: ...
Pyet-A: ...
Ellis: Hm... Did it switch to autopilot?
Ellis: Whoa...
Juana: Oh?
Pyet-A: Giii... Zzzzt...
Ellis: How very odd to see Pyet-A moving about...
Juana: Maybe there was a pilot change?
Ellis: Guess I'll go have a look...
Lyria: Huff... Huff... Move... Move...
Ellis: Who are you? You're messing things up.
Lyria: ...!
Ellis: Using a life link to act as a bridge connection? That's a strange ability you have...
Ellis: ...!
Ellis: Gwah!
Juana: Hm? What are you doing?
Ellis: Err... Reerrr...
Ellis: Rebooting.
Ellis: A massive data overflow forced me to reboot. That's the first time I've recorded such an error.
Cassius & Isaac: Guh...
Hng...
Raybury: System malfunction. Searching for error.
Ellis: Uh-oh. The cache crashed. I'll have to remap everything...
Juana: You mean the t-axis cables came loose?
Gwynne: Ow! That hurts!
Vaseraga: What did they force us to watch? (Captain), are you okay?
Lyria: Vaseraga! Gwynne is wounded!
Vaseraga: Her frame is damaged... They went to town on us while we were caught in their illusion.
Vaseraga: (Captain), provide Gwynne with back up.
Vaseraga: I don't care if they're Omega-3 or not; they're not getting their hands on Cassius and Isaac.
Juana: Hehe. I feel great after that feast.
Gwynne: Wha!
Cassius: ...!
Cassius: Overclocking spinal reflex processor. Taking emergency evasive action.
The chaos of battle jolts Cassius awake just in time to dodge out of harm's way.
Cassius: Emergency evasive action successful. Securing escape route.
He stomps a hole through the flooring, scoops up Isaac and Raybury, and jumps in.
Isaac: Ow!
Raybury: Rebooting.
Cassius: ...
Isaac: We're saved... That was way too close for comfort.
Isaac: Get it together, buddy! We've got two Omega-3s on our tails!
Raybury: Well, that's just great. Now that our treachery has come to light, the threat level is going to keep rising.
Isaac: Yep. Getting Cassius home during this storm is out of the question.
Raybury: All is lost if the automagods get destroyed. While they duke it out with Omega-3, we've got work to do.
Cassius: ...
Ellis: That's right. If the automagods are destroyed, the traitor Cassius has no means of escape.
Juana: Okay, which one should I eat next?
Ellis: You've already tasted one; why not finish the rest?
Juana: Sounds good. I'll leave behind no leftovers.
Vaseraga: How's your injury?
Gwynne: It hurts like hell, but I'll live. Ugh, I'm so done with this crap...
Gwynne: Let's get Isaac off the moon and finish the mission!

Home Sweet Moon - Chapter 3: All Memory Cleared - Episode 4

As (Captain) and company struggle against the two moon warriors, Isaac uses a scalpel that had belonged to Grace to perform a reverse-hack of sorts on Ellis, disabling him. Meanwhile, Gwynne fights tooth and nail to defeat Juana. They then continue toward the egress point.


(Captain): ...!
Juana: Ouch. I suffered a cerebral contusion.
Ellis: Meanwhile I have a ruptured lung. I can no longer draw a new supply of air.
Ellis: Closing bulkhead.
A partition slams down from the ceiling, splitting the battlefield in two.
(Captain) is cut off from the fight.
Juana: Good call. Pyet-A is definitely the strongest.
Ellis: Mm-hm. Now we cull the weak.
Vaseraga & Gwynne: ...!
With only two opponents to deal with instead of three, the moon warriors renew their attacks on Arianensa and Grynoth.
Ellis: Over here...
Gwynne: Ugh!
Juana: Missed me.
Vaseraga: ...!
Arianensa: Thruster damage detected.
Grynoth: Energy cell lost.
The attacks on Arianensa and Grynoth are deliberate—their vital components for escaping the moon have been destroyed.
Ellis: Now to finish them off for good.
Juana: Once I consume Pyet-A, order will be restored without any of the traitors escaping.
Vaseraga: Hmph... So much for being careful with our automagods. Time to go wild.
Gwynne: Ah, yes, sir. Hang on, (Captain)! We got this!
On the other side of the partition, Pyet-A puts up its own fight.
Pyet-A: Partition composition: reinforced ceramic-metal alloy.
Pyet-A: Blunt force ineffective. Switching to plasma cutter.
Pyet-A starts burning a hole through the partition in order to rejoin Vaseraga and Gwynne before it's too late.
Vaseraga & Gwynne: Raagh!
Ellis: They sure are troublesome. I can only hijack for two or three seconds.
Ellis: I managed to connect to the datanet, but recalculating will take time...
Juana: But I'm still hungry. Two to three seconds of hijacking should be enough.
Ellis: Okay...
Gwynne: Stubborn moon jerks!
Ellis: Here comes the nanowire...
Juana: Ooh, I've never had that before.
Gwynne: Eat this!
Juana: Look, Ellis. It's true—automagod armor plating really does guard against the wire.
Ellis: Good thing you ate some automagod beforehand.
Gwynne: What!
The metal string that cuts through anything slices into Juana's arm.
But thanks to the regenerative properties of Arianensa, which she partially consumed and absorbed earlier, the cut is imperfect.
Juana: Now to reel you in. Thanks for the meal.
Vaseraga: ...!
Ellis: Grynoth is coming.
Juana: Mm-hm.
Juana: Overclocking spinal reflex processor.
Vaseraga: Oh no you don't!
Ellis: Are you sure about that?
Vaseraga: Tch! Another hallucination!
Vaseraga, his vision compromised by Ellis, swings at empty air.
With blistering speed, Juana ties the two automagods together using the wire coiled around her arm.
Vaseraga & Gwynne: ...!
Sensing the imminent danger facing the two pilots, (Captain) frantically slams the weight of Pyet-A against the glowing-hot partition.
(Captain): ...!
Vaseraga: Stand back, (Captain)!
Still bound by wire, Grynoth charges up to unleash the same explosive attack that once scorched the Society members in battle.
Isaac: What are you...
Gwynne: Isaac!
Vaseraga: ...!
Vaseraga halts the automagod's attack when he sees Isaac's head pop out from the floor.
Isaac: S-sorry!
Ellis: My name isn't Isaac—it's Ellis.
Just as (Captain) manages to break through the partition...
Juana: Hah!
With unimaginable strength, the woman pulls the wire, cleaving the bound automagods in two.
Vaseraga: ...!
Gwynne: Aaaah!
Ilsa: Medics! We need emergency treatment right now!
Eustace: Their injuries seem shallower than before...
Ilsa: But look at Arianensa and Grynoth!
Warning messages flicker on the display:
Core damaged.
Regeneration disabled.
Combat inoperative.
Juana: Two down...
Ellis: The only one left is Pyet-A.
(Captain): ...
(Captain) lumbers through the broken partition.
Grynoth: ...
Arianensa: ...
Oil oozes out of the machines' open wounds, and sparks fly from exposed wires. Grynoth and Arianensa are clearly in a bad state.
Juana: If Pyet-A's propulsion mechanism is damaged just enough, the traitors will have no engine power to escape the moon.
Ellis: And everyone will live happily ever after.
Juana: Shall we attack at the same time?
Ellis: Sounds good to me.
Juana: One, two...
Juana: Hah!
(Captain): ...
Half of Arianensa's body smashes into (Captain) before the captain has a chance to brace for impact.
Ellis: Perfect. I can now access Pyet-A again from the datanet.
Ellis: Why don't you help us out by dismantling yourself?
(Captain): ...!
Pyet-A goes berserk and starts ripping off its own armor.
Pyet-A: Core damaged.
Regeneration disabled.
Combat status—
Before Pyet-A loses all of its functionality, it reaches into its torso and pulls out a sword.
Juana: That sword looks juicy. Is it Pyet-A's core?
Juana: Well, don't mind if I do.
Juana: Ellis? I said shall we attack at the same time?
Ellis: Aah... Zrrr... Juana crushed... Pyet-A...
Juana: What's wrong with you? Pyet-A is still perfectly fine.
As soon as (Captain) breaks through the partition, the moon base suffers a blackout.
Grynoth: ...
Arianensa: ...
Oil oozes out of the machines' open wounds, and sparks fly from exposed wires, illuminating Juana and Ellis in the dark.
Ellis: I-I-I-Isaac... Destroy him...
Ellis: Cassius? Get him t-t-too...
Juana: Gross. Now Ellis is hallucinating? That's weird. Oh well, I'll just have to eat Pyet-A.
(Captain): ...
The light around Pyet-A fades, and the machine completely melts into the darkness.
Juana: ...!
Juana: Guh!
Ellis: De-de-destruction complete... Mish-mish-mission complete...
While Juana gets assailed by an automagod, Ellis remains motionless, staring off into space.
Isaac: Huff... Puff... Looks like Pyet-A... made it out okay... Phew.
Isaac: Hopefully this should take Ellis out of the picture. Him connecting to the datanet did the trick.
Isaac: It's a good thing I have Grace's scalpel, even if she did use it to cut the flesh of an Otherworldly being.
Isaac: Not sure how or why, but it stores a vast amount of noise and information.
Isaac removes a wall panel.
Isaac: Machines shut down when they read the noise. Kind of like forcing a lockout by purposefully entering the wrong password.
Isaac: The blackout and Ellis's odd behavior are the result of the noise spreading through the base's information relay.
Isaac: Thanks for logging in, Ellis. You were a real pain in the butt.
Strange-colored phosphorous light shines through the wall panel Isaac just removed.
Isaac: We're above the disassembler, the place where things are literally broken apart. The moon's sewer system, you could say.
Isaac: Toss Ellis down there, and they'll have to rebrand as Omega-2. Wish it didn't have come to this, but they forced our hand.
Isaac wraps his arms around Ellis and lifts him up.
Isaac: ...
  1. Leave him.
  2. Please, Isaac. Do it.

Choose: Leave him.
Isaac: What? Do you know how much trouble he'll cause when he wakes up again?
Ellis: Isaac's right.
Isaac: ...!
Ellis: Releasing safety limiter.
Ellis can barely speak properly as a bright light collects in the palm of his hand.
Pyet-A: Taking emergency evasive action.
Pyet-A assumes a defensive position against the weapon.
Ellis pulls the trigger, engulfing everything in blinding light.
Pyet-A narrowly escapes the hypersonic arrow. The light beam grazes the top of its head and pierces the ceiling above.
Isaac: (Captain)! Are you all right!
  1. What happened to Ellis?

Choose: What happened to Ellis?
Isaac: The recoil blew him through there...
Isaac points to the exposed wall panel leading down into the disassembler.
As they stare at the hole, they hear the unmistakable splash of Ellis hitting the disassembler.
Isaac: ...
Isaac: Come on. Get it together, Isaac. This isn't the time to stand around in a daze.

Choose: Please, Isaac. Do it.
Isaac: Okay... This has to be done... I still gotta do... What I came here to do!
Isaac: Geez, he looks lighter than he is. How is that—
Ellis: Bababa!
Ellis suddenly spouts gibberish and takes off running, perhaps caused by something he saw in the hallucination.
Isaac: Uh...
The man sprints straight at the open panel and dives through headfirst.
Isaac: ...
Isaac is at a loss for words. He looks at (Captain) with mixed feelings.
  1. That solves that.

Choose: That solves that.
Isaac: Um... Yeah. That's one threat gone, I guess.
Continue 1
Isaac: That just leaves Juana to deal with. Hm, we could really use some lights in here.
Isaac: That's enough, buddy! You can remove the scalpel now!
Juana: ...
Isaac: ...!
Gwynne: That's right. I kicked her ass.
Isaac: Arianensa! What happened to your hull!
Gwynne: My mission is to get you guys back to the skies. No freaking way am I'm gonna lose. No. Way.
Isaac: Ah. Sorry about that.
Gwynne: Wait. Save your thanks for everyone when we get back.
Isaac: Right. When we get back.
Raybury: Dex doesn't seem to be on the move. Now's the time to get to the escape zone.
And so the party starts to leave.
Vaseraga: They really did a number on us.
Grynoth picks up its damaged pieces.
Cassius: ...
They then reconvene with Cassius, who they'd lost sight of during the ordeal.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... System Loaded - Chapter 3: All Memory Cleared - Episode 5

The automagods launch Cassius toward the skies in the cosmoship's escape pod, knocking themselves into a low moon orbit with the recoil. Isaac stays behind since he cannot survive lunar flight without a hazard suit. Days later, Isaac picks up a transmission from the crew where Cassius is heard coughing—yet Cassius's voice also seems to be coming from the moon.


Isaac: Okay, Cassius. Let's strap you into the escape pod.
Cassius: ...
Isaac: Pardon my fingers. I need to reconfigure Pyet-A's firing mechanism.
Pyet-A: Autopilot engaged. Executing escape pod launch sequence.
Isaac: Arianensa...
Isaac: And Grynoth. You guys too.
Isaac uses a tool to switch all three automagods to autopilot.
Cassius: ...
With Cassius snug and secure inside the pod, the hatch closes.
Gwynne: Wait, what?
Isaac: This is as far as I go.
Gwynne: Hey, what's the big idea, Isaac? Hold on!
Another partition from above closes, and the pilots lose sight of Isaac and Raybury.
Gwynne: This isn't funny! Why are you doing this! I came here for you!
Gwynne calls out to Isaac, but she can do nothing as the three automagods, now moving on their own, head outside to the surface.
Isaac's Voice: The fact hasn't changed that the pod's air seals, while close to perfect, sadly aren't. I can't ride in it.
Gwynne: Th-there's gotta be another way!
Isaac's Voice: There is. If I still had the hazard suit I inherited from my ancestors, I'd probably be able to make it.
Isaac's Voice: But I surrendered it. Asking for my hazard suit back would imply I want it for a reason, and I'm not supposed to have a reason to go out on the surface.
Isaac's Voice: That would've given me away, and once my cover's blown, there's really not much I can do.
Dex: ...
Isaac: See? Right on cue. You can't see him, but Dex is standing right in front of me as we speak.
Dex: This was the real reason you refused the moonside conformity surgery.
Isaac: Yep. The surgery would take about ten years, right?
Isaac: Cassius's analysis work would've been handed off to someone else, and he'd be disposed of while I was under the knife.
Dex: A logical conclusion.
Isaac: That's only half the story though. I was scared of having my body poked and modded.
Dex: ...
Gwynne: Isaac! Isaaaac! I don't understand what you're saying!
Isaac's Voice: I don't know who you are in there, but thank you for showing me so much concern. Really. I'm sorry.
Gwynne: Then I'll tell you who I am! I'm—
However, Gwynne's voice is drowned out by Pyet-A's engines kicking in.
Arianensa: Ancillary stabilization of Pyet-A complete.
Grynoth: Affirmative. Ancillary stabilization support complete.
Pyet-A: Launching pod in 3, 2, 1—
A dazzling burst of light blasts dust into the air, and the pod shoots upward toward a bright blue jewel.
The recoil from firing the pod knocks the automagods into a low moon orbit, where they cease operation, having completed their mission.
Pyet-A: ...
The last thing the automagod sees is Cassius's pod disappearing into the cosmos.
Isaac: What do you think, buddy? Will he make it?
Raybury: The pod seems to be following the prescribed flight path. There's an 80% to 90% chance of success.
Isaac: That's good to hear.
Dex: ...
Isaac: Let me be the first to welcome you back to the Sky Realm you love so much, Cassius.
Isaac: My ancestors' wishes have come true. That's good enough for me.
Dex: Is it?
Isaac: Yeah, I'm done.
Dex: Traitors Isaac and Raybury. You are charged with the murders of two members of Omega-3 in addition to 487 other offenses. You are hereby under arrest.
Society Soldier 1: I found it! I found the escape pod! The traveler, Cassius, is inside as well!
Society Soldier 2: Nice! Get him back to base!
Isaac: (Phew... Looks like you made it...)
...
Society Soldier 2: Commander Ilsa! The recovery team has returned!
Ilsa: What's his condition?
Society Soldier 2: Well...
Zeta: Big news, guys! Cassius is back!
Beatrix: Cassius! Boy, are you a sight for sore eyes! How are you feeling?
Cassius: Berry.
Beatrix: Berry?
Cassius: Strawberry jam.
Beatrix: Uh... What?
Society Soldier 2: He's been that way ever since we pulled him out of the pod.
Beatrix: Wait a minute! Not marmalade, not raspberry, but—
Vaseraga: Calm down, Beatrix.
Cassius: Yukata.
Gwynne: He's a bit discombobulated from the memory wipey thingy, according to Isaac.
Cassius: Strawberry jam.
Isaac: Hm... His behavior sounds a bit extreme, doesn't it?
Raybury: Maybe detaching and reattaching the memory flags had a larger effect than we thought. I mean, what else could it be?
Isaac: ...
Isaac: Wait...
Cassius: A voice...
Lyria's Voice: Cassius! Please don't stay in a place like that! Come back and live in the sky!
Vyrn's Voice: Yeah! Everyone's waitin' for ya!
Cassius: Who are you?
Isaac: Did I accidentally put data into the flagged areas? What have I done!
Raybury: Since there was already data there, some of it might've gotten damaged.
Isaac: I know I was working under pressure, but what a catastrophic error on my part.
Raybury: Even so, the memories will sort themselves out. It'll just take longer, right?
Isaac: I sure hope so.
Isaac and Raybury alternate between a wide range of emotions while listening to the voices over the transmitter. It's all they can do to pass the time in the darkness.
Vaseraga: How's Cassius doing?
Eustace: ...
A small sigh escapes Eustace, and he shakes his head.
Ilsa: He hasn't improved. All he can say is strawberry jam or yukata.
Vaseraga: To make matters worse, we weren't able to find out about the supposed moon weapon the Foe claims is real.
Ilsa: And Isaac and Raybury are still trapped on the moon.
Eustace: Are the automagods still functional?
Ilsa: I was told they have about half a day's worth of energy left. They don't seem to be consuming any of it as they drift motionlessly in the moon's atmosphere.
Ilsa: As far as reliability goes, Pyet-A has the green light, but Grynoth and Arianensa are in no condition for heavy combat.
Eustace: A single machine to reinfiltrate the moon for information...
Ilsa: And rescue Isaac and Raybury if possible.
Eustace: Assuming they're still alive.
Gwynne: ...
Gwynne: Isaac...
Several days pass without anyone being able to devise a viable rescue plan.
They may be out of time.
Dex: Out of the cell.
Raybury: This is it. Judgment day.
Isaac: Buddy, sorry to keep asking this, but are you okay with this outcome?
Raybury: Enough already, Isaac. I was able to fulfill a long-held dream. Everything else was icing on the cake.
Dex: Whether in the sky or on the moon, all will be dealt with equally. The same applies for the traitor Cassius.
Raybury: Have pursuers been sent after him?
Dex: They could have been. His elimination is a high priority. But the current circumstances have changed.
Dex: He's left the moon; so be it. He will be purged along with the fossildwellers.
Raybury: By Diaspora, right? Gee, Isaac, looks like you did all that work for nothing.
Isaac: Yeah, it's a crying shame... Can't the moon cut me some slack?
Dex: Strange. Your stress values are low despite spending time in solitary confinement.
Isaac: Really? Huh. I guess it's because everything's over now. Plus I got to hear their voices again thanks to this handy listening device.
Dex: I see.
Isaac: Which wouldn't have happened if you hadn't haggled with leadership for it. Thanks.
Isaac: So. What's our sentence?
Dex: A decision has not been made. Hearings, followed by further investigations, are needed.
Raybury: How long will that take? Chances are we're just going to get tossed into the disassembler anyway.
Dex: Like Juana and Ellis?
Isaac: Ah, that was... unpleasant.
Dex: Survival mentality is a rational mindset to have. What's strange is expressing regret for taking such necessary actions.
Isaac: It's not that hard to understand given I'm part skydweller.
They're suddenly interrupted by voices coming from the listening device provided by Dex.
Beatrix's Voice: Huh? You don't want jam?
Cassius's Voice: Strawberry jam.
Beatrix's Voice: Gah, make up your mind. Here, I'll even feed it to you. Say "aah."
Cassius's Voice: Mmph...
Cassius's Voice: Bleh!
Vyrn's Voice: Cut that out! Are you tryin' to make him choke to death!
Lyria's Voice: Um... I don't think he's in the mood to eat right now...
Isaac: Haha... Wow, this is not the emotional reunion I'd envisioned. Way to spoil my efforts.
Dex: ...
Dex: In regards to your sentence, I will suggest that having you recycled in the disassembler may not be in our best interests.
Isaac: Huh? Why?
Dex: The subject of "alteration" that you have been investigating intrigues me. The same alteration your clan, Cassius, and even myself have undergone.
Dex: I find it strange that recently I do not feel the impulse to smash or destroy.
Isaac: You think that has something to do with us?
Dex: The timing of these incidents coincides with those changes. I want to investigate the correlation.
Dex: Therefore I will ask that the harshest punishment they consider for you to be, in lieu of recycling, a memory wipe for repurposing.
Isaac: Cool. Haha, that would save my bacon. You know, underneath that scowling veneer lies a pretty nice guy.
Dex: ...
???: That is the wrong perspective.
Isaac: Hm?
Dex: What was that transmission?
Isaac: Huh... I'm not sure. Sounded like Cassius.
Raybury: Because it was.
Those on the moon strain their ears to listen to the conversation happening in the Sky Realm.
Cassius's Voice: Cough, cough...
Vyrn's Voice: He's choking again. Can we not do this?
Ilsa's Voice: Let the man sleep! Our moon mission isn't over yet!
Ilsa's Voice: Are the automagods still holding in orbit? Get the pilots reconnected—
???: Isaac. You and Raybury aren't destined to be recycled or repurposed.
Ilsa: And bring the engineer and his little junkbot back home!
???: You're destined to return to the skies.
Isaac: ...!
Cassius should be in the Sky Realm. Isaac saw him leave with his own eyes.
But the voice he heard is definitely the voice of Cassius, coming from a much different place.
Isaac: Cassius's voice is coming from the sky and the moon?
Dex: ...
Dex Krak, warrior of the moon, calmly monitors the scene without a word.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Initiated - Chapter 1: Unexpected Error Has Occurred - Episode 1

In the chaos of the battle with Ellis and Juana, Cassius had swapped places with one of his clones. The real Cassius, still on the moon, rescues Isaac and Raybury from Dex, and the three fugitives flee into the duct system below the floor. Dex initially tries to flush them out, but after overhearing their conversation, stops for some reason and leaves.


Cassius's Voice: Isaac. You and Raybury aren't destined to be recycled or repurposed.
Cassius's Voice: You're destined to return to the skies.
Dex: What was that transmission?
Isaac: That was Cassius, except he wasn't transmitting from the sky...
Isaac: It originated from here on the moon?
???: Lispan fexrel sporescor vaceti. Ginemmenpilt texecunio tacks.
???: Teretra, secrue senolpren, pursires cattka, etah genmamante, verocolck.
Cassius: Verongcolick pectomel. Inugfricrong ceynovecan spearaterm orf het fingollow.
Cassius: Merthal genmamante, tenolaxhia, pristpeirona, merpiside, ginlotch, arhi.
Just as Isaac realizes where the transmission is coming from, Cassius comes crashing through the wall.
Dex: Hm...
Cassius: Gnommincec pursires cattka. Nalp fo catnio si sa sowlfol.
Cassius: Nerctanocet cattka no atgert, zipiterrio nevasoi, inzimiem rellotacal ademga, parerep casepe ertou.
The processor unit implanted in Cassius's spine glows red-hot as a result of the moondweller's barrage of attacks.
Dex: ...
His opponent, Dex, parries the fierce blows with little interest.
Dex: Hmph.
Then without warning, Dex launches a mighty punch.
Cassius: ...!
Cassius quickly recovers. He resets his stance and leads in with a feint, followed by a thrust at Dex's exposed temple with the blunt side of his spear.
Dex reads the frenetic attack perfectly, catching the spear in midswing with his powerful fist.
Dex: Are you using the latest hand-to-hand combat module? It is well-calibrated.
Cassius: Guh!
Dex: But I still have adrenaline to spare.
Cassius: Hnh!
Dex had heaved Cassius into a wall, and the impact dented a small panel. Cassius tears it off and flings it at Dex.
Dex catches the panel with ease...
And proceeds to dodge the tip of the spear that comes piercing through, with equal finesse.
Dex: Hm.
Dex tosses the panel and spear to the side where it clatters across the floor.
Dex: They escaped. The hunt is on.
The hunter goes on the prowl, searching for the fugitives.
Isaac: Guh!
Isaac: Ow!
Cassius: Did that hurt?
Raybury: Sorry.
Isaac: I'm fine... Escaping from Dex with only a bump on my head is a small miracle, but I have other things on my mind right now...
Cassius: I want to stress over your injury.
Isaac: Forget it. I'm fine, I said. Look, I've got big questions for you, and I mean big.
Isaac: What in the moon is going on, Cousin! How is it that you're here!
Cassius: Delivery was completed of a copy.
Raybury: Looks like we sent a clone home in the pod.
Isaac: No. No, no, no, you're missing the point here—
Before Isaac can elaborate further, they hear the harsh shriek of punctured metal.
Isaac: What the!
Cassius: ...!
Raybury: Something blew through the duct approximately three hundred meters behind us.
Cassius: Dexterity issue tea lattice.
Isaac: Come again?
Raybury: "Dex, of Omega-3, is shooting at us." Is that what you're saying?
Cassius: Yes.
Isaac: He knows we're in the ducts?
Cassius: Lettuce pro seed.
Raybury: I think Cassius is telling us to get a move on, Isaac.
They all get the hint when another shot penetrates the duct, sending the escapees scurrying forward.
Blast after blast, the duct becomes riddled with holes.
Isaac: The shots are getting closer!
Cassius: Lettuce go.
Isaac: Yeah, run for it!
Dex: ...
Dex unloads a gun into the duct below his feet, trying to flush out the fleeing fugitives.
The highly-concentrated adrenaline coursing through his body is energizing his instincts to search and destroy.
Cassius: Lettuce go.
Isaac: Yeah, run for it!
The voices are growing distant and muffled, but he can still pick up the sounds with his acute hearing.
Dex: Reloading.
His gun is already firing by the time he finishes speaking.
Dex: Reloading.
When each clip is emptied, he inserts another.
Isaac: Geez, why did you—
Dex: ...
Isaac: Why did you put yourself in such danger, Cousin!
Cassius: ...
Cassius: I smelt it was commissary.
Isaac: You felt it was necessary? Why's that?
Cassius: Because ewe wood probability do the same.
Raybury: "Because you would probably do the same," he says.
Dex: ...
The hunter can hear his prey scampering through the duct system, but he can't reach them.
Dex: Hm...
He slides on the gun's safety and disappears elsewhere.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Initiated - Chapter 1: Unexpected Error Has Occurred - Episode 2

Isaac's group intercepts a conversation between Dex and Central Axis's leadership—something called Diaspora will be used to wipe out every person living in the Sky Realm. Isaac has an idea for how to warn (Captain) and company, but it requires a trip to the disassembler, aka the moon's sewer system.


Isaac: Did he finally give up?
Cassius: Probability.
Raybury: There's no telling what's going on out there, so let's not get careless.
Isaac: Right. What do we have to work with?
Raybury: The only thing on me that might be useful is my internal wiring.
Isaac: I have... a pair of pliers. Oh, plus a pencil and a safety pin...
Isaac: ...
Eyeing his two companions, an idea suddenly pops into Isaac's head.
Isaac: Cousin, can you interface with Raybury through his wires?
Cassius & Raybury: ...?
Dex: I request that leadership let the traitor roam free for a small period of time.
Synthetic Voice: Request accepted. Settle this matter within ten days.
Dex: What? Only ten days?
Synthetic Voice: With Diaspora's activation, investigating behavioral alteration found in Fossil has been deemed unnecessary.
Dex: I see.
Synthetic Voice: After Diaspora stirs, the archaic civilization, the current Fossil civilization, and any remaining relic forces, as well as the servant beasts, shall face swift extinction.
Dex: And when they are extinguished, my adrenaline-consuming days must come to an end.
Cassius: ...
Isaac: Everyone's going to be exterminated? Skydwellers, Astrals... All of them?
Raybury: Bzzt... Zzk... Yep. You heard right.
Raybury: Buddy, disconnect me from the radio. I can't talk like this.
Isaac: Oh, sorry.
Isaac unfastens the wire connecting Raybury's voice box to Cassius's body.
Raybury: Rigging up Cassius as a makeshift crystal radio receiver was a stroke of genius. We wouldn't have discovered their plan without it.
Isaac: All thanks to your decoding abilities, buddy. You're the best. Now then...
Isaac: What exactly is Diaspora anyway? Know anything about it, Cousin?
Cassius: Snow, I don't.
Isaac: Back when I still had access to the moon's data files, I didn't find much on it either.
Raybury: Whatever it is, it's the centerpiece for realizing Central Axis's ultimate goal.
Cassius: I'm a zooming they want to terror form the skies again for their inedible return.
Isaac: And to do that, I think the original idea was for Central Axis to control the peoples of the skies...
Raybury: That is until they discovered skydwellers are capable of flipping moondwellers and even automagods into allies. They probably figure it's easier to blow everything up and start from scratch.
Isaac: This is bad with a capital B. When Central Axis makes a firm decision, they ramp up fast.
Raybury: We need to get in contact with the others to at least give them a fighting chance.
Isaac: I agree.
Isaac: Unfortunately for us, there's only one place I can think of that we can go to, and that bums me out.
Cassius: Do you have an eye deer?
Isaac: Yep. I didn't come from a long line of handy-dandy engineers without picking up a thing or two.
But for all of Isaac's bravado, his heart isn't into it.
Because what lies ahead of them is the sinister glow of the moon's disassembler.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Initiated - Chapter 1: Unexpected Error Has Occurred - Episode 3

Isaac improvises a transmitter from the junk lying around the disassembler and warns mission control of Central Axis's plan. While the Society at large prepares for whatever the moon has in store for the sky, the pilots reconnect to their automagods in order to rendezvous with Isaac's group. The rescue mission is back on.


Strange Noise: Bzz... Shhck...
Zeta: Ilsa! I think we're picking up something!
Mission control's audio equipment, which communicates with the automagods, crackles with static.
???: Testing, testing... Is this the right channel, buddy?
???: Yep. Should be the line the automagods are using.
Ilsa: Is that who I think it is?
Gwynne: Isaac?
Isaac's Voice: Mayday. Mayday. Okay. I think my voice is coming through.
Vaseraga: Are you and Raybury unharmed?
Isaac's Voice: Against all odds, we're still alive. But if it hadn't been for Cousin, there's a good chance we'd be swimming in the disassembler right now.
Beatrix: Cousin? You mean the little robot?
Cassius: ...
Cassius's Voice: No. It's me.
Beatrix: Huh? Cassius?
Cassius's Voice: Yes.
Raybury's Voice: Cassius is still with us on the moon.
Lyria: Huh?
Cassius: ...
Vyrn: Um...
Cassius: ...
Zeta: If he's there, then...
Beatrix: Who the heck are you!
Cassius: Strawberry jam.
Isaac's Voice: Is that Beatrix? Hey, don't freak out about what I'm about to tell you, okay?
Cassius: Yukata.
Beatrix: Don't freak out? Zeta, tell Isaac who we're staring at!
Cassius: Alcohol.
Zeta: C-Cassius, right?
Cassius: Strawberry jam.
Eustace: ...
Eustace opens a hatch in the floor, and unceremoniously stuffs the Cassius look-alike inside the storage compartment.
Eustace: This version of the traveler is one of the clones (Captain) and the others fought against.
Isaac's Voice: You got it. Must've been a mix-up during all the hubbub...
Beatrix: Gee, thanks a lot, Cassius! We risked our lives to save a fake, which was not the intention, by the way!
Cassius's Voice: The engineer was leftovers.
Beatrix: I have no idea what that means...
Raybury's Voice: I think he's trying to say, "I'm not leaving without everybody."
Gwynne: ...
Vyrn's Voice: That was the plan from the start, until Four-Eyes and Junkbot felt the need to sacrifice themselves to look cool!
Vyrn's scathing rebuke blares over the transmitter with so much intensity that Isaac instinctively recoils.
Isaac: Whoa, c-come on. We didn't... That wasn't... Look, we can discuss this further once we get back.
Isaac: I fashioned a transmitter out of junk from a trash pile, and it could cut out at any moment.
Isaac: So I need to keep this short with three quick updates.
Isaac: First, me, Raybury, and Cassius are doing fine.
Cassius: Yes, wine.
Isaac: Cousin is still a bit muddled from my memory tampering, but otherwise healthy.
Isaac: Second, the moon has put a plan in motion.
Isaac: It seems they've decided to exterminate everyone living in the Sky Realm, and I mean everyone. Skydwellers, moon descendants, you name it.
Ilsa's Voice: How are they going to do that?
Isaac: We're still looking into it. I know that doesn't offer much in the way of help, but just... I don't know, be prepared.
Isaac: I'll try to keep you guys posted as soon as we learn anything.
Isaac: Finally, is Pyet-A still operational?
Ilsa: Yes. It's only got a half-day's worth of juice or so, but it can fight well enough.
Isaac's Voice: Okay. It'd be great if we could rendezvous with Pyet-A. Meet us at—
Ilsa: Understood. We'll have it rendezvous with you on the next orbital pass.
Isaac's Voice: Awesome, that'd help a lot. Thank—
Transmitter: Shhk... Zzzt...
Perhaps Isaac's makeshift transmitter has reached its limit, because Pyet-A can no longer pick up the signal to relay back to mission control.
Ilsa: Sigh. I'm sorry to put this on you, (Captain), but are you up for another tour of duty?
  1. Affirmative.

Choose: Affirmative.
Ilsa: Prepare Pyet-A for reconnection—
Gwynne: Commander!
Ilsa: Speak, soldier.
Gwynne: Let me pilot Arianensa as well.
Ilsa: Excuse me?
Gwynne: Please. I have to do this.
Vaseraga: Then I'll pilot Grynoth. After all, two halves make a working whole.
Ilsa: Fine, have it your way. Prepare all three pilots for reconnection!
Ilsa: The rest of you, get the lead out and notify every island that the moon wants a piece of us! And stock up on anti-primal rounds while you're out there!
Ilsa: The mission to bring home Four-Eyes, Junkbot, and Chowhound is back on!
Ilsa: Move out!
As soon as Ilsa gives the order to fall out, the base becomes a hive of activity.
Beatrix: ...
Eustace: ...
Gwynne: ...
The stakes are even higher than before, and everyone knows it.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Initiated - Chapter 1: Unexpected Error Has Occurred - Episode 4

As Isaac is putting on his hazard suit in order to meet the automagods at the rendezvous point on the surface, fluid suddenly churns out of the disassembler and floods toward them. Distraught over the situation, Gwynne reveals over the transmitter that she's Isaac's younger sister. While this revelation is shocking enough, Isaac's group receives another shock when something emerges from the fluid.


Automagods: Initiating boot sequence.
Three sets of mechanical eyes blink on in the dark atmosphere above the lunar surface.
Gwynne: Ah...
Vaseraga: What is it?
Gwynne: Arianensa was making an observation about where we came from.
The other pilots follow Arianensa's gaze. From their point of view it's as if they're looking at a magnificent blue moon.
Vaseraga: There it is in all its glory—the Sky Realm.
Gwynne: Somehow we need to get the prisoners and the intel on the moon weapon back to everyone.
Vaseraga: Yeah. I don't know what the moon is planning, but the sheer magnitude of their ambitions is a disaster in the making.
Vaseraga: (Captain), it's up to us to protect the future of our clear blue world.
Automagods: Landing zone designated. Engaging thrusters.
Arianensa and Grynoth guide Pyet-A toward the moon's surface.
Isaac: Cousin? Where did he go?
Raybury: He went to dig through the trash heap for a weapon.
Isaac: Oh, right. Because he chucked his spear at Dex.
Raybury: How's the transmitter coming along?
Isaac: Made a few tweaks to the wiring. Should be good to go.
Isaac flips a switch on the modified device.
Transmitter: Zzzt...
Isaac: I even installed an independent power source! How awesome is that? Testing, testing—one, two, three. Is anyone receiving?
Vaseraga's Voice: You're coming in clear. I'm guessing you fixed the transmitter? What's the situation?
Isaac: We're sitting tight at the rendezvous point. How about you guys?
Vaseraga's Voice: I can only assume we're moving to your location. It would help to have some landmarks. I think we're getting close though.
Isaac: Haha, yeah, it's pretty bleak out there. Anyway, it's good to hear your voice again.
Vaseraga's Voice: Same to you. Let me know if anything happens on your end.
Isaac: Phew... Might as well mod the transmitter some more while things are quiet.
Raybury: Take your time. Even Omega-3 has no authority to enter this neck of the woods, so we ought to be safe.
Isaac: Obtaining emergency permission to enter would still take several days at a minimum. Bureaucracy to the rescue.
The transmitter in its current form is a mess of frayed, exposed wires. Isaac works on improving it until he's interrupted by a small avalanche coming from a nearby mountain of trash.
Cassius: ...
Raybury: Thar he blows.
Cassius: I found a spear.
Isaac: Is it a good one?
Cassius: Yes. Feels comforting in my hands. That brings me mind of peace.
Isaac: I see. That sounds promising.
Cassius: ...
Isaac: You wanna sit down?
Cassius: Yes.
Cassius: Fascinating. The disassembler makes for a perfect hidden sanctuary.
Raybury: And to think there was once talk of Isaac becoming the manager of this place. Now that you've seen the disassembler, how do you like it?
Isaac: It's unbelievable down here. I didn't think it'd be this huge.
Cassius: The pool is unexpectedly massive.
Isaac: Fall into that liquid, and you'll be dissolved down to the bits.
Cassius: And then recycled.
Isaac: But it's kind of weird now that I've seen it.
Cassius: How so?
Isaac: I don't claim to know how the disassembler works, but even if you were to dump all of the moon's resources into it, isn't there still more capacity than they could possibly need?
Cassius: Hm...
Raybury: This pool gives off an oddly familiar vibe, like I'm looking at myself in a mirror. I think it's filled with a type of machine cell.
Isaac: That entire glowing vat is made up of machine cells?
Cassius: Cells produce heat when disassembled perhaps? Thus excess capacity is beneficial.
Isaac: Ah, that could be it. Moon machines don't run well while hot. The bigger the container, the better.
Cassius: Although logical, its massive size is still unexpected.
Isaac: "Unexpected" seems to be a common theme...
Isaac: ...
Raybury: Something on your mind?
Isaac: I was so caught up with honoring my family's wishes that I never stopped to consider that the moon might not be all it's cracked up to be.
Isaac: I'm really sorry for everything that's happened.
Cassius: It is what it is. We made the vest of a bad situation.
Raybury: You mean "best"?
Cassius: Best of a bad situation.
Isaac: You guys are too kind.
Cassius: I would have done as you did.
Isaac: Hm? What did I do?
Cassius: Everything possible to preserve my physical and mental existence.
Isaac: Ah... Haha... I mean...
Isaac: That involved delving into your memories. It was a horrible breach of privacy.
Isaac: And it wasn't like surface-level memories either. Your memories of the sky were buried deep.
Isaac: You didn't exactly give me your consent, but I dragged you over here anyway... My apologies.
Cassius: Everything is in the past.
Isaac: ...
Cassius: What remains is solving the dilemma.
Isaac: If only it were that simple.
Cassius: What is your feeling? Stay behind or go home?
Isaac: Are you asking about my state of mind? Well, if I'm being honest with myself...
Isaac: I want to go back. Back to the place where people aren't trying to assassinate me. Where food actually tastes like food.
Cassius: You are sick house.
Raybury: I think the word you're looking for is "homesick."
Isaac: Being stuck like this in an unfamiliar place is probably how my ancestors once felt.
Raybury: Just because you're lost doesn't mean you're alone.
Isaac: I know. You guys got me through some tough times. Rescued me.
Cassius: Further rescue is on the way.
Isaac: You're right. Before we know it, (Captain) and the cavalry'll come bounding in.
Isaac: Can't let them do all the work though. There's all kinds of stuff in here I could probably use to aid our escape.
Cassius: There is one prerequisite to being rescued.
Cassius: You must dress for the occasion.
Isaac: Huh?
Isaac: Where did you get that!
Cassius: I found it. I thought you would need it.
Isaac: You bet I will! That's my family's hazard suit! Oh man... How can I ever thank you!
Cassius: Do not be concerned with thanks. I detected it was necessary.
Cassius: How is the quality?
Isaac: Uh, you mean its condition? A little beat-up, but it'll hold up for the trip to the sky.
Cassius: Then returning is possible. It is almost time to settle the check.
Isaac: Yep, one step closer to freedom.
Raybury: Hurry up and get changed, Isaac. That way you'll be less likely to die from a stiff breeze.
Isaac: I hear ya. Say, Cousin, could you lend me a—
Small Drone: ...
Isaac: Hand...
Small Drone: ...
Cassius: ...!
The three escapees bristle at the sight of drones swarming in.
Raybury: Forget the suit for now. Let's get out of here.
Isaac: D-don't leave me behind! Help me get some of this stuff off first!
Cassius: Lispan fexrel triccui eggneda. Anititigni bomtac odem.
Isaac: Uh-oh!
Cassius: Tch!
The Three: ...!
The ominous fluid contained in the disassembler whirls like a vortex, sucking in the airborne drones.
Cassius: What is that!
Gwynne: The ground is shaking!
Vaseraga: Is that a pillar of light?
Gwynne: ...!
???: Gurgo-gurgo-gurgo...
The disassembler's fluid discharges a ghastly roar as it spews upward like a geyser.
Isaac: I think something just woke up!
Raybury: It appears to be flowing toward us.
Isaac: I'm not blind! If that stuff drenches us...
Cassius: We'll be dissolved and recycled.
With Cassius's help, Isaac manages to squeeze into his suit.
Isaac: Whew, sorry for the delay! Let's bail!
Isaac scoops up the transmitter, and they make a break for it.
Gwynne's Voice: Mayday! Mayday! We've spotted a glowing pillar! Isaac, what's your situation?
Raybury: Funny you should ask. We have front row seats to the light show. Incidentally, a deluge of disassembler fluid is surging after us. Send help.
Gwynne's Voice: Copy that, on our way! Just stay alive until we get there!
Gwynne's Voice: That goes double for you, Droopy-Eyes! I forbid you from sacrificing yourself again!
Isaac: What the... How do you know my old nickname? I'm pretty sure I've never met you before in person...
Gwynne's Voice: You're right, we've never met in person! Nice to meet you, Isaac! My name is Gwynne!
Isaac: Gwynne? No, it can't be!
Gwynne's Voice: I was going to spill the beans when you came back!
Gwynne's Voice: I wanted to save it for a face-to-face reunion!
Gwynne's Voice: Sniff... You left me behind! Your own little sister!
Isaac: ...
Raybury: Something I should know, buddy?
Isaac: Er, no... I mean, yes. She's... I'll explain later.
Gwynne's Voice: You damn well better! Sniff... I deserve a full explanation!
Cassius: ...
Cassius: Our priorities from highest to lowest are ensuring Isaac's survival, retreating, self-defense, and destroying the enemy.
Isaac: Cousin...
Cassius: I do not know why Isaac's survival is ranked so high. My instincts tell me that is preferable.
Isaac: Because you want to go home too, don't you?
Cassius: That is merely conjecture.
In the cavernous chamber beneath the moon's surface, waves of fluid roll over each other, frothing in a frenzy
???: Gizzt... Gizztzztzzt...
And from those frenzied waves, a shape takes form.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Initiated - Chapter 2: Error Fix Failed - Episode 1

Isaac's group tries to flee from the disassembler fluid, which is a substance made up entirely of nanomachines and can dissolve anything. The machine cells quickly congeal into the form of a giant automagod—Diaspora. Before executing Central Axis's plan, Diaspora attacks Isaac and the others with the intention of eliminating them.


Vaseraga: What is happening here?
A bizarre phenomenon that took place on the moon's surface has stopped the pilots in their tracks.
When they first saw a pillar of light breaking through the lunar surface, they were certain it would continue shining into the cosmos.
But once the pillar reached the upper atmosphere, it curved back down and smashed into the ground.
Now the light is settling into the crater of its own making—it looks like an ominous glowing lake.
While the pillar of light shines above, down below is a different matter.
???: Gurgo-gurgo-gurgo...
Capable of dissolving anything it touches, the disassembler's fluid bears down on Cassius and the others.
Isaac: Huff... Huff... How long is it going to chase us for!
Cassius: Anitilitanizio pectomel...
Isaac: What'd you say?
Cassius: Unless I misheard, before the fluid started to overflow, it announced it had finished initializing.
Raybury: This flood was premeditated?
Cassius: That is very possible. The same applies to the pillar.
Isaac: Huff... Puff... All this... just to kill us?
Cassius: No. This was set in motion before we existed. For some greater purpose.
Raybury: I'm guessing from your ambiguity that you don't have a clue what's going to happen either.
Cassius: Correct. I have never seen anything like this in my life.
Isaac: So the moondwellers start a fuss and then what?
Cassius: Diaspora...
Raybury: You mean the plan to purge the sky? The one we overheard in Dex's conversation?
Cassius: It is an unprecedented entity. It is both the flood, and the name of their plan.
Isaac: Whoa!
A luminous wave washes in front of them, as if to cut off their escape.
???: Grrrrkkkkiii...
The deadly rippling fluid swells in size.
Isaac: Buddy, didn't you call that stuff a type of machine cell?
???: Gzzt...
Raybury: Oops, correction. Those are machine cells—or rather the next generation of tiny machines.
Raybury: Or nanomachines, if you like. And when a lot of them come together—
???: Gzzt-piii...
Cassius: A giant automagod!
???: Beee... Kaching-kaching...
As the monstrosity takes shape, armor plates crust over its frame, emitting a sound like cracking glass.
Isaac: We are in serious trouble here! And another wave is coming at us from behind!
???: Romra latping entgareed. Satgert deolck: 3 fitiguves detawn orf snearot.
???: Almitenie satgert rorip ot ginacent Opriadas napl.
Cassius: Diaspora wants us dead before commencing the plan. Engineer, here it comes.
Isaac: This is nuts! I didn't become an engineer to fight a machine that can melt my face off!

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Initiated - Chapter 2: Error Fix Failed - Episode 2

Isaac and Cassius do their best to fight Diaspora, but there's no way for them to win. Raybury sacrifices himself, encasing Diaspora in the red crystal, which allows Cassius to grab a shell-shocked Isaac and escape from the disassembler. Tired from his ordeals and grappling with the loss of Raybury, Isaac drifts off to sleep.


???: Kreeaaak... Gzzzt!
Cassius: Geh!
Cassius: (Disassembler... Automagod...)
Cassius: (Static... Jamming my thoughts...)
Cassius: (Noise filtering in. Having difficulty... accessing memory.)
Cassius: (But intuition tells me...)
Cassius: (I must... move!)
???: Ooooo...
Cassius: Tch!
Isaac: Cousin!
Cassius: I'm doused! Burn me!
Isaac: Got it! Sorry!
Isaac uses scorching plasma to set fire to the fluid-covered Cassius, frying the machine cells.
???: Ooooo!
Cassius: (I don't understand...)
Cassius: (My combat driver was updated. My body is in peak condition...)
Cassius: (And I have faced automagods before. However...)
???: Ooooo!
Cassius: (What is happening? If I set the driver to semi-automatic combat, I am certain to lose.)
Cassius: (There must be some other way...)
Cassius: (A way to defeat it.)
Cassius: (There has to be.)
Cassius: (But there is none.)
Raybury: This is it then. The last stand in the face of desperation.
Cassius: ...!
Raybury: I was hoping to keep this card up my sleeve, but it's time to whip it out.
Isaac: Buddy? What are you doing! Don't go out there!
Raybury: Cassius.
Cassius: Yes?
Raybury: Get Isaac home. His little sister's waiting for him.
The all-dissolving fluid swallows Raybury whole.
Isaac: No!
The dark silhouette of the little robot's body instantly crumbles within the wave.
But as soon as Raybury melts away, a reddish spark flickers from where he used to be.
A red luminescence metastasizes over the deadly wave, flash freezing it into a crimson crystal.
Isaac: What are you doing, buddy!
Cassius: ...!
Isaac: Buddy, say something!
???: Kree...
Cassius: Ngh!
Although fully encased in crystal, the automagod and disassembler fluid are still able to move within the confines. They writhe about in an attempt to break out.
Cassius, his face as white as the moon itself, hefts Isaac over his shoulder and dashes up the crystal to escape.
Isaac: ...
Cassius: ...
When the two finally have a chance to check their surroundings, they find themselves inside an empty container meant for transporting scrap.
They've escaped from the disassembler. The near pitch-black darkness offers comfort from their lucent pursuers.
This was only possible thanks to Raybury's final act.
Isaac: Cousin, what did Raybury do exactly?
Cassius: He may have overrode the machine cells' movements. By crystallizing the outer cell layer, it trapped the fluid underneath.
Isaac: He said he'd been hiding that card up his sleeve, but where could he have possibly picked up such a skill...
Cassius: Didn't you once say you made him from scrap components?
Isaac: That's right. Not just any regular scrap either, but automagod parts. Might've been armor—not sure. Talk about a lucky find.
Cassius: Then you may have unwittingly given him automagod armor and some of its core.
Cassius: That gave him powerful access permissions, almost like the first prototype automagods...
Isaac: Yawn... Proto... type...
Cassius: Get some sleep. I will wake you if the enemy attacks.
Isaac: Haha... Sorry... I know this isn't... the time to grab a nap...
Cassius: Your stress levels are overexerted. Your nervous system needs to reboot.
Isaac: Snore...
Cassius: ...
Sensing they needn't worry about an ambush, the weary warriors take a deserved moment of peace within the gently swaying container.
Cassius: (The jamming noise is gone.)
Cassius clenches his fist once he realizes his mind is free from the restricting static.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Initiated - Chapter 2: Error Fix Failed - Episode 3

When Isaac awakens, the pilots report that Diaspora is flowing across the lunar surface in its fluid form, and that they're being attacked by enemies coming out of the liquid. When Isaac learns Diaspora is flowing toward a chimney-like structure called a mass driver, he guesses that Diaspora will be launched piecemeal toward the Sky Realm using it.


Gwynne's Voice: Mayday... Can... hear me? Hello? Is... okay?
Cassius: He's unresponsive.
Gwynne's Voice: Oh no! Is he injured!
Cassius: Negative. He is in the process of rebooting.
Isaac: Mm... Huh?
Cassius: Now he is awake.
Gwynne's Voice: Isaac? You okay?
Isaac: That you, Gwynne? Yeah, I'm not physically hurt...
Cassius: ...
Gwynne's Voice: I heard about your friend. Sounded like it happened so fast.
Isaac: Uh-huh... I couldn't react in time to stop him.
Gwynne's Voice: ...
Isaac: ...
Gwynne's Voice: So...
Isaac: Yes?
Gwynne's Voice: ...
Never mind...
Cassius: Isaac won't die.
Gwynne's Voice: Huh?
Cassius: Do not worry. I will bring him back to the sky.
Gwynne's Voice: Please do.
Isaac: Gwynne, how's it on your end?
Gwynne's Voice: Uh... I think we can forget about making it to the rendezvous point.
Arianensa: Enemy units: 1,066
Analyzing enemy weapon systems.
Arianensa: Projecting 45,332 instances of incoming fire.
Pyet-A: Copy. Recalculate flight path. Prioritize fuel economy before self-defense.
Grynoth: Copy.
Gwynne: There's some sort of river on the moon, and enemies are gushing out of it. Sorry, we're gonna be a little late.
Cassius's Voice: Did you say river?
Gwynne: Yeah. A glowing one.
Isaac's Voice: I wonder if...
Vaseraga: Let's hear what you're thinking.
Isaac's Voice: I think the river might be the automagod that was in the disassembler. Where does the river go?
Gwynne: Toward what looks like a big chimney... Or a tower maybe? It's really tall, that's for sure.
Vaseraga: Wait a minute. Isaac, did I hear you say automagod?
Isaac's Voice: That's right. Or something very similar to one.
Vaseraga: Talk about big...
Cassius's Voice: What's more, it's the centerpiece of Central Axis's Diaspora plan.
Isaac's Voice: Considering the structure it's flowing toward, that sounds about right.
Vaseraga: Do you know what that tall structure is for?
Isaac's Voice: Remember the rocket I built using moon parts? Ever wondered how they sent supply containers to the sky? Well, that structure is your answer.
Cassius's Voice: It is also how my pod reached the skies. It is called a mass driver—something that launches large quantities of mass.
Vaseraga: In other words...
Cassius's Voice: It seems the massive automagod will be sent to the Sky Realm piecemeal.
Vaseraga: Hm, that is... troubling to say the least.
Isaac's Voice: An automagod as big as a river...
Isaac's Voice: By the cosmos, they really are hell-bent on razing the entire sky.

Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Initiated - Chapter 2: Error Fix Failed - Episode 4

Despite knowing that destroying the mass driver also means destroying their ticket home, Isaac and Cassius are determined to see their plan through, and they relay this back to mission control. In order to repay all the sacrifices made thus far and protect the skies, Isaac, Cassius, and the pilots make haste for the mass driver.


Isaac: We'll head out onto the moon's surface soon. Let's try to meet up somewhere.
(Captain) acknowledges Isaac's transmission before heading back into battle.
Cassius: Hm. How should we approach this?
Cassius: Our two goals are to prevent automagod Diaspora from invading the sky and to make it back alive.
Isaac: Too bad Diaspora has the same one-way ticket home we do... I'm stumped.
Isaac: ...
Cassius: ...
Isaac: Which sounds better: watching your home get destroyed or not being able to return home at all?
Cassius: That isn't much of a choice. Theoretically speaking, one cannot return to a place that does not exist.
Isaac: Cool. Stopping Diaspora's launch goes at the top of our list then.
Cassius: I'm counting on you to find us a way out of this.
Isaac: Understood, buddy.
Ilsa: Gee, how nice of the moon to send us a ginormous automagod.
Cassius's Voice: To give a sense of scale, it is large enough to blot out the sun.
Ilsa: Then they weren't blowing smoke about wanting to eradicate sky civilization.
Ilsa: Any other details about Diaspora we should know?
Isaac's Voice: At this point, we can only conclude it was used for the disassembler. There's a non-zero chance they plan on dissolving skydwellers...
Ilsa: What do you mean by "dissolve"?
Cassius's Voice: Simply put, everything will be obliterated.
Zeta: What do we do, Ilsa? I mean, we can gather all the supplies and troops we want for this thing, but...
Zeta: We're talking about a threat on a different scale here. I don't think our weapons are gonna cut it this time.
Isaac's Voice: The situation looks bleak, but I firmly believe we still have options.
Isaac's Voice: As for what those are, well, I haven't figured that out yet. But if you think about it, the moondwellers have been considering emigration for tens of thousands of years.
Isaac's Voice: Their grand scheme was to subjugate skydwellers and transform the Sky Realm into a more hospitable environment to suit their own lifestyles.
Isaac's Voice: But during the War, your ancestors rejected Astral rule and sent them packing.
Isaac's Voice: You made allies of Agent Cassius and the automagods. The actions of skydwellers gave the moondwellers pause.
Isaac's Voice: They realized they had to mobilize Diaspora, or else they'd never defeat one of your greatest strengths: potential.
Beatrix: Potential? What's that all about?
Isaac: Well, you know, potential. Variability. Not really sure how to explain it, honestly.
Cassius: Regardless, I second the sentiment that Central Axis views skydwellers as a threat.
Cassius: Your illogical and extremely irrational behavior produces outcomes outside of Central Axis's computations.
Cassius: They only see zeroes and ones. But the power of skydwellers is in their ability to see the limitless possibilities in between.
Cassius: I strongly believe that is the key to victory.
Zeta: Okay... So...
Beatrix: You and your complicated explanations! What are you trying to say?
Cassius's Voice: You guys can do anything if you put your minds to it.
Beatrix: Heheh, duh! Tell me something I don't know!
Zeta: ...
Ilsa: Fine. Good. Please tell me you have actionable steps we can take.
Cassius's Voice: Diaspora will be launched toward the sky out of the giant moon cannon in smaller batches.
Cassius's Voice: Each batch will come to rest along the outer limits of the sky.
Cassius's Voice: Once all the parts have arrived, they will recombine and enter the sky as a whole.
Zeta: Then our chance to strike is when it first enters the sky?
Cassius's Voice: No. It's better to stop the launch itself.
Cassius's Voice: By destroying the cannon, we deny Diaspora's only means of flight.
Gwynne: ...!
Vyrn: Uh, wait a minute. Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't Cassius come here using that big cannon in the first place?
Cassius's Voice: Correct. With the cannon's destruction, we lose one method of returning home.
Isaac's Voice: By the way, how much longer can Pyet-A operate for?
Ilsa: Doesn't look good. We're down to the wire in terms of whether it has enough energy to get you two off the moon.
Isaac's Voice: So we'll need to cook up a backup plan to get off this rock. Haha... That's gonna be tough...
Cassius's Voice: The mass driver will not be easy to destroy. There's still time to think.
Cassius's Voice: You can do it if you put your mind to it.
Isaac's Voice: All right then. (Captain), Vaseraga, Gwynne. We're going to need your help with destroying the mass driver.
Isaac's Voice: This is for the sake of protecting the skydwellers that once protected our ancestors.
  1. Got it.

Choose: Got it.
Isaac's Voice: Good ol' Captain Reliable. Okay, I'm going radio silent for a bit—
Cassius's Voice: Wait.
Cassius's Voice: Gwynne. Are you there?
Gwynne: Er, um... Yes. What's up?
Cassius's Voice: I am aware you are looking forward to meeting Isaac in person.
Gwynne: Huh?
Cassius's Voice: Isaac is currently in a state of disrepair as far as skydweller beauty standards are concerned, particularly in his attire and appearance.
Cassius's Voice: Out of the kindness of my heart, I advise you to lower your expectations to avoid major disappointment.
Gwynne: Ah... Sure, thanks...
Cassius's Voice: We will proceed to the mass driver now. Come find us, (Captain). Over and out.
The connection cuts out, but not before they catch the tail end of a conversation meant to be private.
Isaac's Voice: Say, Cousin, do I really look that awful?
Cassius's Voice: Affirmative. Your clothing is ragged. I also detect traces of odor. I recommend doing laundry and taking a bath.
Isaac's Voice: Wait, I smell bad? No, I don't—
Vyrn: They sound surprisingly chipper.
Lyria: Ahaha... Cassius is always like that no matter what the situation is.
Zeta: Well, aside from Isaac's patience, I think they'll be fine.
Ilsa: Even while the roof is caving in around them, those two know how to keep their cool.
Ilsa seems somewhat relieved. She checks the status display of the automagods.
Ilsa: Now, what moves should Pyet-A take on this battlefield...
Isaac: Wait, I smell bad? No, I don't! Listen, buddy, there's no way—
Cassius: ...
Isaac: ...
Isaac: No way any smell is leaking out of my suit.
Cassius: Yes, you're right. It's airtight.
Drone: ...
Isaac: Sigh, they don't let up.
Cassius: We deserve compensation.
Isaac: Hear, hear. As if getting off this rock weren't bad enough, now we have to shut down the moon's insane Diaspora plan on our way out.
Isaac: Frankly, no reward is big enough to match the risk we're taking.
Drone: ...
To repay every sacrifice that has been made, they head to the mass driver where their next objective awaits.
They vow to overcome any obstacles to accomplish what needs to be done.

Home Sweet Moon - Ending - Episode 1

Diaspora begins charging for a purge of the skies while being assaulted by the crew. Cassius and Isaac fly in with their pod at the same time. They tell the crew not to hold back because they'll be abandoning their pod. Eustace gets in position to release Flamek on Diaspora.


Diaspora: Whirr...
Beatrix: It's not letting up!
Zeta: But we're definitely dealing damage to it, little by little.
Zeta: Just goes to show that its regenerative capabilities are imperfect, or at least I hope so.
Beatrix: Sure doesn't feel like this is gonna end anytime soon though!
Zeta: Whining already, Bea?
Beatrix: I am not whining!
Diaspora: Iconguntin utlsasa.
Beatrix: Gwaah!
Lyria: Yggdrasil!
Lyria: Please help them!
Beatrix: Thanks, Lyria! Feeling better already!
Zeta: See? You were pretty beat-up after all!
Beatrix: I-I was not! How are you holding up then, huh!
Zeta: Isn't it obvious?
Zeta: I could go on fighting for days!
Zeta: Hey, Bea! What do you wanna do when this is all over!
Beatrix: Good question... I'd start with a nice, hot shower!
Zeta: I could use a bath myself, what with all this grime covering my body and my hair feeling gross! Ugh!
Beatrix: Once we're presentable, let's hit the shops! We'll pick out fashionable clothes and then treat ourselves to a nice meal!
Beatrix: I can already picture the layers upon layers of pancakes topped with whipped cream, ice cream, honey... Oh, and we can't forget the strawberry jam!
Zeta: Ahaha! We'll have to invite Ilsa too!
Beatrix: Sounds good to me! And then you'd want...
Zeta: I'd want a fancy bottle of alcohol to wash it all down!
Beatrix: Thought you'd say that! Might have to extend the invite to Vaseraga too!
Zeta: As for Cassius and Eustace, we'll just have drag them along for the ride!
Beatrix: We'll also have to go for more of that omurice that they love so much!
Zeta: Yeah... There's so much to do! I can't wait to get to it all!
Mahira: ...
Mahira, who is on the Grandcypher, listens to their conversation over the transceiver.
Mahira: Strawberry jam... Alcohol...
Mahira: Could it be!
Mahira: Cassius! I mean... Cassius clone!
Cassius: ...
Mahira: Ah, sorry to barge in here all of a sudden.
Cassius: Strawberry jam...
Mahira: Beatrix.
Cassius: Yukata...
Mahira: Zeta.
Cassius: Alcohol.
Mahira: Vaseraga.
Cassius: Omurice...
Mahira: Eustace.
Cassius: Sky...
Mahira: The sky?
Mahira: Who could you be referring to? Sky... Grandcypher... Rackam?
Cassius: Strawberry jam...
Mahira: Oh, back to the start.
Zeta: Doryaaa!
Beatrix: Hraaagh!
Diaspora: Ademga cesedex setemita.
Diaspora: Gerinsiv yastgret.
Diaspora suddenly ceases its attack to ascend high into the skies.
Beatrix: Hey, where do you think you're going!
Diaspora: Seerum gingrach ni niocaceteral odem.
Vyrn: What's it up to!
A faint glow radiates off the giant machine as it slowly dissolves its form to spread out across the skies.
Beatrix: I can't say, but I've got a bad feeling about this...
Zeta: I sure hope it's not ignoring us in order to start the purging process already...
Beatrix: No way! We can't let it get to that!
Diaspora: Gingrach: 68%
Beatrix: We've gotta do something!
Vyrn: Look, over there! Something else is falling down!
Vyrn points to an object far above Diaspora's glowing backside.
Lyria: Is that a pod?
Beatrix: It's Cassius and Isaac!
Zeta: You're probably right. But they're gonna have trouble landing...
Beatrix: Automagods? No, those are more like drones! They're swarming the pod!
Zeta: Ugh, there's so many of 'em! As if we didn't already have our hands full with Diaspora!
Eustace: Good job holding out!
Zeta: Eustace! About time! What took you so long!
Beatrix: Do you have any idea how rough we've had it!
Eustace: My transceiver was on. I'm aware of the situation.
Beatrix: That's not the point! Well? Are we doing this or not!
Eustace: ...
Yama's out of commission—had to use it on Dex.
Zeta: How's Vaseraga?
Eustace: He and a few others were injured, but everyone at the base is safe.
Beatrix: For real?
Eustace: ...
Did you two have your transceivers turned off?
Zeta: A-ahaha...
Beatrix: W-we were kinda busy tryin' not to get squished, okay!
Eustace: Sigh...
Eustace: It's fine. I'll take it from here.
Eustace: You guys stay back.
Zeta: You've got this handled?
Eustace, full of confidence, looks at every face present.
Eustace: That's what I'm here for.
Diaspora: Gingrach: 79%
Beatrix: Diaspora's all yours, but what about Cassius's pod? Won't it get hit by Flamek too?
Eustace: ...
Seeing the pod approach Diaspora from above, Eustace hesitates for a moment.
Isaac's Voice: Testing, testing... Can anyone hear me? Please tell me you hear me!
Eustace: Isaac?
Beatrix: Isaac! What is it! Where are you?
Zeta: Bea! Turn on your transceiver!
Beatrix: Ah, right!
Eustace: Eustace here. Isaac, do you hear me?
Isaac's Voice: Thank goodness! We finally got through!
Isaac's Voice: There's no time to get into the details right now, but—
Cassius's Voice: Isaac, move. I'll do the talking.
Beatrix: Cassius! Is that you, Cassius?
Cassius's Voice: Cassius speaking. The shock from Flamek should knock out the drones.
Eustace: And the pod?
Isaac's Voice: Our pod has reached its limits anyhow—
Cassius's Voice: Even if we get flung out of it, we'll find a way to land. We didn't come all the way to the Sky Realm just to mess up the landing.
Isaac's Voice: I never pegged you for the type to have such a carefree outlook on things, Cousin!
Cassius's Voice: So whatever you do, don't hold back with Flamek. Taking down Diaspora's going to take everything you have.
Eustace: That a warning?
Cassius's Voice: Just some honest-to-goodness advice.
Eustace: That so?
Cassius's Voice: Also... Are you listening as well, (Captain)?
  1. Yeah.

Choose: Yeah.
Cassius: Flying in this cramped little thing is no way to travel the skies.
Cassius: I miss the Grandcypher so much...
Mahira: I figured it out!
Cassius: Sky...
Mahira: (Captain)!
Cassius: Edunclok.
Mahira: Ah!
Diaspora: Gingrach: 94%
Cassius's Voice: No time to waste. Do it, Eustace.
Eustace: Prepping it now.
Sparks run across Flamek as Eustace rubs his fingers along its barrel.
Zeta: Uh-oh! We'd better get out of the way!
Lyria: I'll make sure Cassius and Isaac have a safe landing!
Eustace: I'm counting on you, Lyria.
Eustace: Also... I can't wait for you guys to completely leave the blast radius.
Eustace: So brace yourselves for the shock wave.
Eustace: We'll pull through this together.
Beatrix: Gotcha! We'll be ready for it!
Beatrix: Still, the farther away we are, the better! C'mon, (Captain)!
After confirming that the others are at a safe enough distance, Eustace aims high with Flamek.
Eustace: Releasing...

Home Sweet Moon - Ending - Episode 1: Scene 2

Cassius follows up Eustace's devastating attack on Diaspora with a finishing blow by using a scalpel from Grace that his clone had been holding on to. With the moon's invasion thwarted, the crew officially welcomes Cassius and Isaac back to the skies.


Diaspora: ...!
Diaspora: Ginanustis tensitpres ademga morf gihh-olgveta yitcrelecit. Lebanu ot netedemir uroditna. Texecunio fo rugep ni yapderoj.
Diaspora: Zipitirgrion kirs nolacaulict dan ademga troncol. Cingrof perildass.
Eustace: Where do you think you're going?
Diaspora: ...!
Diaspora: Termexe emcitang eldif gitnegan perildass. Gaptintemt casepe ni molgetegarad mrof-mrof-mrof...
Eustace: You're the one getting purged here.
Diaspora: Camhine slelc tigmeln ta na caceteraled ceap morf alcrelecit nurb. Ginolib nipot derussaps...
Eustace: Enough messing around!
Diaspora: ...
Diaspora: ...
Eustace: ...
Releasing steam like a bubbling stew, the giant automagod is now half-melded into the ground as an unsightly black mass.
The devastating force of the lightning called forth by Eustace has even blown the surrounding clouds away.
In the nearby cloudless sky, shooting through the black smoke pouring from falling drone debris...
Eustace: ...!
Eustace catches sight of the pod being blown off course.
Cassius: The door won't open.
Isaac: Ouch, that's hot! The lightning must've melted part of the door shut!
Cassius: Isaac. Lend me your transceiver.
Isaac: Sure... Ah, we're at the lowest possible altitude for diving out.
Cassius: It's fine.
Cassius: Mahira.
Mahira's Voice: Oh. Hi, Cassius.
Cassius: I could feel my clone opening up. We'll be touching down soon. Can you have what's inside it at the ready?
Mahira's Voice: Sure, sure, it'll be ready for you.
Cassius: Good.
Isaac: There's nothing "good" about missing our chance to jump off, Cousin!
Cassius: We'll be fine.
Cassius: Rgh!
Cassius kicks open the partially welded door and takes in the scenery.
Spotting a blue light on an island not too far away, Cassius cracks a smile.
Cassius: ...
Cassius: Isaac.
Isaac: Hold on a sec. What's the plan?
Cassius: We're jumping to that island.
He grabs Isaac by the arm and leaps out of the pod.
Isaac: Whoa... Don't you think that's kinda far!
Cassius: Like I said, we'll be fine.
The next moment, a fierce wind blows up from below.
Isaac: Whooaaa...
Cassius: ...
Tiamat: ...
Cassius flashes a grin at Tiamat as he and Isaac are blown onto the island.
Cassius: Phew.
Isaac: Ouch!
Eustace: You made it back.
Cassius: Not quite yet.
Eustace: ...?
Curious as to whether Eustace succeeded, Beatrix and the others come running to see.
Beatrix: What the... Isn't that Cassius?
Zeta: Boy, is it good to see you back safe and—
Cassius: Uh-huh.
Beatrix: Hey! I can't believe he just walked right past us!
Zeta: Where's he rushing off to?
Zeta: Ah... Is that why?
Cassius next crosses paths with (Captain), Vyrn, and Lyria, who are also headed for where the lightning fell.
Vyrn: Nice to see you back in one piece, Cassius!
Lyria: Welcome back!
Cassius: Uh-huh.
Vyrn: Wow! Talk about a touching reunion!
Cassius: I have something to do first.
Cassius looks up at the shadow of the Grandcypher.
Mahira's Voice: I'm throwing it now, Cassius.
Cassius: Go ahead.
A shiny object falls from the Grandcypher's deck.
Cassius grabs it with his fingertips and winds up his throwing arm.
Cassius: Haah!
He then throws the object.
Diaspora: Insiosm pectomel.
Cassius: Phew.
Cassius: It's over.
Lyria: You had me really surprised... What was that all about?
Cassius: The noise embedded in the scalpel flowed into Diaspora, tricking it into thinking its mission is complete and causing it to self-destruct.
Vyrn: You mean the thing was still running after taking that much damage?
Cassius: I'm not sure. But the skies have no need of Diaspora, and I just made certain that it no longer exists.
Eustace: You sure did.
Eustace: You have my thanks, traveler.
Cassius: No.
Eustace: Huh?
Cassius: My trip is over.
Eustace: Ah, so it is.
Eustace: Then you have my thanks, Cassius.
Cassius: You're welcome. To be fair though—
Isaac: Ow...
Isaac: Phew! Finally out of that suit!
Cassius: Half the credit goes to that engineer.
Eustace: Indeed.
Isaac: Ngh...
Isaac: Can't even stand up. Body feels so heavy...
Zeta: Here, Isaac, why don't you lean on my shoul—
Zeta: Eww!
Isaac: Ah, sorry... I haven't showered in a while...
Eustace: Cassius...
Cassius: Understood.
With Cassius on one side and Eustace on the other supporting him, Isaac makes it to the Grandcypher.

Home Sweet Moon - Ending - Episode 2

With the battle against the moon ended and the crew's injuries recovered, they follow Isaac's suggestion and visit a restaurant run by Gwynne's parents. They celebrate the success of their rescue operation and Cassius's return to the skies.


Isaac: And by the time I crawled out of the suit, I realized I had fractures all over.
Vaseraga: That makes two of us.
Lying in neighboring beds, Isaac and Vaseraga are recuperating.
Isaac: Haha, just our luck, Cousin. You are one tough fella to take on Omega-3 by yourself though—
Vaseraga: We have visitors.
Vyrn: Heyo. You two doin' all right?
Vaseraga: I'm being discharged today.
Isaac: Same here.
Lyria: It's good to know your injuries are better—
Lyria: Ah, Gwynne! Isaac's over here!
Isaac: ...!
Gwynne: Hello, Brother.
Isaac: You must be Gwynne.
Gwynne: That's right, Isaac. I'm your little sister.
Gwynne: I think it's about time we go over our past.
Isaac: Of course. Why don't you take a seat?
With a slight nod, Gwynne sits beside Isaac on the bed.
Isaac: When you were born, I thought you'd live a better life not knowing the family mission, so I entrusted you to a close friend.
Isaac: If I could have trusted anyone to take care of you, it was him.
Isaac: He and his wife kinda figured I had my reasons and didn't ask too many questions. They said they'd take you in as their own daughter...
Gwynne: They haven't broken that promise. Neither of them.
Isaac: I'll bet they haven't. But never in my wildest dreams did I think we'd meet again under these circumstances.
Gwynne: It was Grace who told me that I'd find you if I joined the Society.
Isaac: Grace? Ah, I see...
Gwynne: I always wondered how I ended up as a kid in that family.
Isaac: So you figured out they weren't your real parents, huh...
Gwynne: Are you kidding? Do you remember what they look like?
Isaac: Of course I do. They were a really friendly couple that ran a restaurant—
Gwynne: ...
Isaac: Huh? Did I say something wrong?
Gwynne: No...
Cassius: Did someone say restaurant?
Gwynne: Mm-hm. My family's home and business.
Cassius: Is it nearby?
Gwynne: Yeah, I'd say it's pretty close.
Cassius: (Captain). Can we stop by there once these two are discharged?
Vyrn: Where did that come from?
Cassius: I'm looking for a particular dish to satisfy my palate.
With Isaac and Vaseraga cleared to leave their beds, the crew makes for the restaurant run by Gwynne's parents.
Gwynne: Mom, Dad. I'm home.
Gwynne's Mother: It's so good to have you back, dear! Honey, our daughter's back.
Gwynne's Father: Gwynne! You could at least write us every now and—
Isaac: Hey. Long time no see.
Gwynne's Father: Isaac! I haven't seen you in ages! I'm guessing you took care of what you had to?
Isaac: You could say that. It sure wasn't easy though.
Isaac: I brought a few friends along. I hope that's all right.
Gwynne's Father: Hahaha! The more, the merrier! Take a seat anywhere you'd like, everyone!
Vyrn: What a swanky place!
Lyria: Ooh, I'm starving! Haha, I can't wait to see the menu.
Gwynne: ...
Gwynne: (Does no one find it odd that we're a family?)
Gwynne: Maybe I'm just overthinking it...
Gwynne's parents lead the crew to a table.
Cassius: Hm...
Eustace: Direct any questions you have about the menu to Beatrix.
Cassius: I've already decided.
Eustace: Huh?
Following Cassius's lead, the others also make their orders.
Gwynne's Father: Here you go, Cassius—meat sauce spaghetti.
Cassius: Thank you.
The bliss of a peaceful meal ensues.
Rhens: You spilled something, old man.
Yodarha: Oho, that won't do, will it. Going all out at my age took a lot out of me. Can hardly hold a bowl upright now. A-hyuk-hyuk!
Farrah & Juri: Grr!
Farrah & Juri: Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!
Farrah: Woo-hoo! I get one of your meatballs!
Juri: Gah! You've beaten me every single time since our imperial days! How is that possible!
Farrah: Nom, nom... Because you always pick rock, Juri.
Juri: ...!
Cassius: ...
While the others enjoy lively conversation, Cassius quietly feasts on his meat sauce spaghetti.
Beatrix: Make sure you don't get any sauce on your clothes. Those stains can be a pain to wash off!
Cassius: Uh-huh.
Zeta: Aw, what a happy face. Is the spaghetti that good?
Cassius: It most certainly is. Better than I expected, in fact. I'm glad I came.
Lyria: So this is the meat sauce spaghetti you had a sudden craving for, huh?
Ilsa: Yeah, food cravings are a real thing. I get them too when some tense situation reminds me of, oddly enough, certain foods.
Cassius: Yes, that happened to me on the moon. Something I saw there gave me an intense craving.
Vaseraga: That barren wasteland made you want to eat spaghetti?
Cassius: No...
Cassius: I saw my brain.
Gran is the Main Character
(Captain) & Co.: Geh!
Djeeta is the Main Character
(Captain) & Co.: Geh!
Mahira: Whew, I almost cried fowl...
Vyrn: Uh... I think I just lost my appetite!
Lyria: I wasn't expecting that... Ahaha...
Vaseraga: Cough...
Zeta: Did you just choke on your food, Vaseraga?
'Scuse me, can we get some water?
Beatrix: Cassius, I can't believe you—
Eustace: Heh.
Beatrix: Huh?
Eustace: What a tasteless joke.
Cassius: Hah.
Eustace: ...
Cassius: ...
After a brief sojourn on the moon, Cassius takes up residence in the skies once more.
In this busy world where so much is logical yet also illogical, the traveler looks forward to whatever lies ahead in his life among the clouds.
The End

Home Sweet Moon - Bonus Story 1 - Episode 1: Icnoming Phidcast

Moondweller descendants living on Fossil pick up a transmission from Central Axis. The Sky Realm invasion plan has failed, and they are to await further instructions.


Transceiver: Natitenot.
Transceiver: Het lartcen sixa anniosiv fo het kys sha aifeld. Itawa retufu snalp.
Grace: Aw, I almost feel sorry for you, Central Axis. There goes tens of thousands of years.
Transceiver: A vospielury edupstecs rebayter fo lartcen sixa sha neeb lemipactid. Birng hist duvialidin ni orf cennengist.
Grace: Haha... Gee, who could this traitor possibly be?
Transceiver: Dofferen's nema si lexmawl. Ecutapr het duvialidin lavie dan proter iva hist nelchan.
Grace: You chose Maxwell over me? Well, that's unfortunate for you.
Grace: Maxwell's—
Maxwell: I died a really long time ago.
Ned fo nastsominirs.

Home Sweet Moon - Bonus Story 1 - Episode 2: Icnoming Phidcast

Fossil residents pick up a transmission from Raybury, who sticks around the latest Omega-3 candidate, Agent Yatima. Central Axis is in the process of recovering its lost manpower and will launch another attack on the Sky Realm as soon as it's ready. The recovery process will take approximately twenty thousand years.


Raybury's Voice: Ahem. Mayday. Mayday. Can any descendants of the moon hear me? Raybury here, broadcasting from Central Axis.
Raybury's Voice: I have no idea who this message will reach. I just hope it's someone with a bit of kindness in their heart.
Raybury's Voice: I ask that you please relay this message to the following people...
Raybury's Voice: (Captain), Zeta, and Vaseraga... Well, I suppose Isaac and Cassius would do too.
Raybury's Voice: I thought I'd give an update on the moon's current situation.
Raybury's Voice: Central Axis may have lost the automagod Diaspora, but they are still intent on purging the skies someday.
Raybury's Voice: Once they've reconstructed the contents of the disassembler and amassed a sufficient enough army, they will go on the offensive. Be ready for it.
Raybury's Voice: The threat of Omega-3 still remains. Their recovery process has already begun, using a backup of their memories.
Raybury's Voice: Because their complete recovery will take a fair amount of time, a new Omega-3 warrior is being considered to bolster their ranks.
Raybury's Voice: Her name is Yatima. Though she fought against Central Axis's drones, they've decided that she can serve as a valuable military asset.
Raybury's Voice: As for me, I'm still stuck to her head. You know, it actually doesn't feel too bad.
Raybury's Voice: Well, that's about it for my update—
Raybury's Voice: Oh, wait, I almost left out the most important part. To give you an idea of the possible timing of Central Axis's next attack...
Raybury's Voice: Diaspora's recovery should take roughly twenty thousand years. Omega-3 is expected to be combat-ready in six hundred years.
Raybury's Voice: Yatima's official induction into Omega-3 will happen slightly before that, four hundred years from now.
Raybury's Voice: In other words, the moon will be quiet for quite a while. I'll contact you again if I get bored out of my mind. Buh-bye for now.
Yatima: Are you done transmitting?
Raybury: Yep. We won't have anything to do for a while.
Yatima: Four centuries will pass by in a flash.
Raybury: Since I perceive the passage of time like a skydweller does, four hundred years is going to feel like an eternity. It'd be like repeating my life up until this point twenty times over.
Yatima: Liar.
Raybury: Good thing I'm not wearing any pants or they'd catch on fire.
Yatima: Tell me about the twenty years you lived, Alan.
Raybury: We've known each other for far longer than twenty years. Surely you remember the early days.
Yatima: I don't actually. Tell me all about it.
Raybury: Aw, how cold-hearted of you to forget our time together.
Raybury: At the time, I looked a lot younger than you.
Raybury: One night, I ran away from home and bumped into a girl in red. Red hair, red eyes—the works.
Raybury: As timid as I was, I said hello. That's when she pointed to the moon and said, "Look, that's my home."
Yatima: ...
Ned fo nastsominirs.

Home Sweet Moon - Bonus Story 2 - Episode 1: Parting Shot

Having confirmed Diaspora's defeat, Ronan confronts Heisenberg. Just before he pulls the trigger, Eustace shows up to do the deed himself.


Ronan: ...
Cassius's Voice: The noise embedded in the scalpel flowed into Diaspora, tricking it into thinking its mission is complete and causing it to self-destruct.
Vyrn's Voice: You mean the thing was still running after taking that much damage?
Cassius's Voice: I'm not sure. But the skies have no need of Diaspora, and I just made certain that it no longer exists.
Eustace's Voice: You sure did.
Ronan: It's over.
Heisenberg: Oh?
Ronan: Diaspora, the thirteenth automagod, has been defeated.
Heisenberg: So we succeeded in safeguarding the Sky Realm.
Ronan: You look awfully pleased, Heisenberg.
Heisenberg: Of course I am, Ronan. I have every reason to be.
Heisenberg: Everything I've ever done has been for the sake of skydwellers.
Ronan: So you say, but at what cost to them? How many lives did it take?
Heisenberg: I don't expect you to understand. Nor did I intend to ever justify my actions.
Heisenberg: That's why I never bothered roping you into this. I was perfectly content with where we stood within the same organization.
Ronan: Are you mocking me for not realizing your true nature?
Heisenberg: Of course not. Although...
Heisenberg: I always did think that if someone were to notice what I was up to, that someone would be you.
Ronan: I certainly did have my chances of following up.
Ronan: Especially on that day...
Ronan's Soldier 1: Huh?
Ronan's Soldier 1: Commander Ronan! There's someone in the snow!
Ronan: In the middle of this blizzard? Let me see.
He takes the spyglass from his subordinate and focuses on the misty landscape.
Ronan: It's a child!
Young Eustace: Ngh...
Ronan: Hey! Stay with me!
Young Eustace: H-help...
Ronan: Something must've damaged your sight. What's this in your arms?
Ronan: A baby wolf? It's banged up bad.
Young Eustace: Please...
Ronan: All right. Don't say another word.
Young Eustace: Help... them...
Ronan: He's unconscious...
Ronan: Soldier, I need help with this boy! The injury on his right eye... Looks like a burn? The frostbite on his arms and legs is really bad too.
Ronan's Soldier 1: Yes sir!
Ronan's Soldier 2: Where could this boy have come from? According to the map, there's not a single village on this island...
Ronan: No idea... But it's clear that something big happened ahead.
Ronan: Units 1, 2, and 3, follow me! Units 4 and 5, remain on standby—wait for my orders.
Ronan's Soldier 1: Yes sir!
Ronan: See that the boy gets the care he needs!
Ronan: ...
Ronan's Soldier 1: This is awful... What could've happened here?
Ronan's Soldier 2: This scene of fallen buildings and people paints a strange picture...
Ronan's Soldier 1: A typical explosion wouldn't be able to do this!
Ronan: I've never seen anything like this before either...
Ronan: Whatever the case, we should look for survivors. Watch out for buildings that might collapse at any moment. We don't need to add ourselves to the casualties.
Ronan's Soldiers: Yes sir!
Ronan: That boy's probably from this village... What could have possibly gone down here?
???: Ronan?
Ronan: Heisenberg! Didn't expect to bump into you and your men here... What a surprise.
Heisenberg: Likewise. What brings you here?
Ronan: There were reports from ships traveling nearby of a mysterious light coming from this island.
Ronan: Afraid that primal beasts could be on the loose, we got here on the double.
Heisenberg: So that's what happened, huh...
Ronan: Is your company here for a different reason?
Heisenberg: We had some military drills planned on this island.
Ronan: Drills?
Heisenberg: But after seeing what happened here...
Heisenberg: We had a change of plans. Let us help you search for survivors, Ronan.
Ronan: Of course... As long as you're up for it.
Heisenberg: Most certainly. Aye, what a tragedy this is...
Heisenberg orders his men to give Ronan's company a hand.
Ronan: So, Heisenberg, what do you make of the situation?
Heisenberg: Well... this is definitely not something any person could do. It's possible primal beasts may have had a hand in this.
Ronan: Except there's no sign of them anywhere nearby.
Heisenberg: Perhaps they've left?
Ronan: Could be. But there are also reports of a suspicious group that's been on the move lately.
Ronan: Do you think it's possible they're involved?
Heisenberg: Hm... You must be referring to the group that tries to breed conflict through unscrupulous means.
Heisenberg: Though what we have here doesn't seem to fit their modus operandi.
Ronan: True, but I still think it's worth looking into.
Heisenberg: As do I, Ronan.
Heisenberg: I do not know their purpose, but the Society would be better off keeping an eye out for them.
Ronan: Back then, I could see the genuine sorrow in your eyes when all those people died.
Ronan: So much so that I'd never have believed you pulled the trigger yourself.
Heisenberg: I truly did feel sorry for them deep down. After all, they were skydwellers just like anyone else.
Ronan: I've given up trying to understand you.
Ronan: I suppose I'm also partly at fault for keeping my suspicions in check and not pushing harder to pin down the true culprit at the time.
Ronan: I'll never forgive myself for believing your lies and letting you run amok all these years.
Heisenberg: You're not the only one who didn't notice, Ronan.
Ronan: Trying to console me?
Heisenberg: I'm just stating the facts.
Ronan: ...
Heisenberg: Well, Ronan?
Heisenberg: What are you going to do with me?
Ronan quietly draws his saber from its sheath.
Heisenberg: Must be a long time since you last cut someone down.
Ronan: Nothing to worry about. I'll make it f—
Eustace's Voice: Ronan, do you receive? Eustace here.
Ronan: What is it?
Eustace's Voice: I'll be at your location soon.
Ronan: How do you—
Eustace's Voice: Until I get there...
Eustace: Don't lay a hand on Heisenberg.
Ronan: Eustace...
Heisenberg: That's some hunting dog you got there. Sharp nose and quick on his feet.
Ronan: What are you doing here? I'm pretty sure I disconnected voice transmission on my end of the transceiver.
Eustace: I don't need a transceiver to know what you're up to.
Eustace: I figured you'd want to keep him alive for insurance until this is all over...
Eustace: And now with Diaspora defeated and Yama having played its part, it was only a matter of time.
Ronan: Hm, as endearing as ever, I see...
Eustace: This is my score to settle. Move, Ronan.
Ronan: I won't allow it.
Eustace: How many times do I have to tell you that you're no longer my commanding officer?
Eustace: I'm not under obligation to follow your orders.
Ronan: Eustace...
Ronan: ...
Ronan: Then let this be the last.
Eustace: Ronan, I don't—
Ronan: Eustace, terminate Heisenberg.
Ronan: That's my final order to you.
Eustace: ...
Eustace: Understood.
Heisenberg: ...
Eustace: Following through.

Home Sweet Moon - Bonus Story 2 - Episode 2: Yesterday's Mirage

Eustace and the crew visit the island he grew up on. After taking out an Otherworlder disguised as Eustace's little brother, Eustace tells the crew about his family and his past, triggering an emotional catharsis.


Some time has passed since the moon incident's resolution.
The crew pays a visit to the island where Eustace grew up.
Vyrn: So that Yama thingy was what did a number on your hometown, Sourpuss?
Eustace: Well, that's only partly true...
Eustace: An experiment that helped lead to Yama's completion was what destroyed my village.
Lyria: ...
Eustace: Ronan told me that the Foe was likely involved...
Eustace: But at the same time, it wasn't the Foe's style to carry out mass murders like that, which made it hard to put two and two together.
Vyrn: Yeah, now that I think about it...
Vyrn: Those Foe guys always took the roundabout way of stirrin' people up and gettin' them to fight each other.
Eustace: In my village's case, there was no internal strife. Everything was wiped out in an instant.
Lyria: So that's what you meant by experiment...
Eustace: Those days, I'd regularly sneak off into the forest to take care of a baby wolf.
Eustace: I'd gone off that day too...
Young Eustace: Vitty! Come on o—
Young Eustace: Huh?
Young Eustace: Aah!
Lyria: You heard a noise and saw a bright flash?
Eustace: It was probably the weapon activating.
Eustace: As far away as I was, it still took a toll on my eye.
Vyrn: So that's why your right eye's especially weak to light, huh?
Eustace: Yeah... The aftereffects never did go away entirely.
Eustace gently brushes the tuft of hair covering his right eye.
Eustace: As soon as I realized the light was coming from home, I put up with the pain in my eye and immediately ran back.
Eustace: ...
Lyria: Eustace, um...
Lyria: Eep!
Lyria loses her footing amid the snowy landscape. (Captain) is quick to steady her before she falls.
Lyria: Thank you, (Captain).
Eustace: You all right?
Lyria: Sorry... The snow's really deep here.
Eustace: Just follow my tracks, both of you.
Lyria: Okay, thank you!
Eustace: ...
Vyrn: Huh? Something wrong, Sourpuss?
Eustace: No... I just had a flashback to the times I desperately followed after my father's tracks.
Lyria: It's hard to imagine you like that now.
Eustace: Well, I wasn't even in my teens yet.
They remain silent for a while, hearing only the sound of snow crunching under their feet.
Vyrn: So this is where Sourpuss is from...
A desolate solitude overtakes them as they realize so little of the village remains that calling it "ruins" may be a misnomer.
Even what's left of the buildings that once stood there is buried deep under the snow.
Eustace: ...
Lyria: Whatever happened to that baby wolf you were taking care of?
Eustace: He...
Young Eustace: I'm so sorry, Vitty... This is all my fault... I...
Young Eustace: Stay with me! If you die too, I'll be all alone!
Eustace: Ronan later found and treated us, but his wounds were too deep...
Eustace: Vitty died while we were being evacuated.
Vyrn: How'd he get hurt that bad?
Eustace: By saving me...
Young Eustace: No, this can't be... The village is...
Young Eustace: Eep!
The boy spots a fallen man whose body is missing from the torso down.
Young Eustace: Urk...
Every "body" he comes across can hardly be called as such anymore.
Unable to confirm the identities of the fallen, he makes a beeline for his house.
Young Eustace: Mom! Dad!
Young Eustace: Huff... Huff...
Young Eustace: Our house is... gone...
The only thing remaining in what's become a vacant lot is something faintly resembling burnt ash.
Young Eustace: How... The house is supposed to be right here!
Young Eustace: Ah, the barn!
Young Eustace: Dad! Anyone!
As the boy leaps into the half of the barn that's still standing, the damaged pillar holding it up begins to come apart.
Young Eustace: Aiiee!
Vitty: Awooo!
Eustace: Vitty jumped in there and knocked me aside.
Vyrn: Thank goodness you didn't turn into a pancake under the barn, Sourpuss.
Eustace: Vitty took my place...
Lyria: So that's how he got injured.
Eustace: I carried the incapacitated wolf out of the village.
Eustace: Of course, I knew that there was nothing more than snowy plains and forests left on the island...
Eustace: But I wanted to help Vitty so badly...
Vyrn: And that's when you bumped into Ronan's group?
Lyria: While it's a shame what happened to Vitty...
Lyria: It's a really good thing that Ronan found you and helped you to recover.
Eustace: Heh... I suppose you're right...
Eustace crouches down to brush off the accumulated snow on what appears to be a rusted pillar.
Eustace: This is my first time returning to the village since that day...
Vyrn: Oh yeah?
Eustace: Ronan said he held proper funeral rites for those who had passed away here.
Eustace: So I had no reason for coming back. No family to greet me anymore...
Eustace: But now...
Eustace: ...
???: ...
Eustace: ...
Lyria: Who are you?
Vyrn: I thought we were the only ones here!
Eustace: ...
???: Eusty...
Vyrn: Huh? What are you saying?
???: Welcome home, Eusty... I've waited so long for you to come back.
Lyria: "Eusty" must be short for Eustace... He must be...
Eustace: He's my kid brother, Savini...
Vyrn: Wow! You've got family who survived!
Eustace: The Savini before us is family in appearance only.
Eustace: If he were really alive today, he'd be a full-fledged adult in his twenties.
Paying no heed to Eustace's grim countenance, the boy continues on in a warmhearted tone.
Savini?: Where did you go off to, Eusty? I looked all over for you.
Eustace: You don't fool me.
Savini?: You know, Eusty...
Savini?: It was me who found the strange machine that day and brought it into the village.
Vyrn: Strange machine? You don't mean...
Savini?: ...
Savini?: It was such a cool find. I wanted to show it off to everyone, and to you too, Eusty.
Savini?: But you'd gone off on another solo adventure... I thought I'd go look for you.
Savini?: Is what happened afterwards my fault, Eusty?
Savini?: Everyone died from the machine's light.
Savini?: Mom and Dad... And our new sister-to-be...
Savini?: They turned into itty-bitty pieces...
Savini?: Which means the real fault lies with—
Eustace: Enough already.
Eustace cocks his gun, pointing it at the boy.
Savini?: Eusty?
Eustace: Savini wanted a little brother.
Eustace: But no one knew whether the baby in our mother's womb was a boy or girl.
Savini?: It was a girl, all right. And she was oh so cute—
Eustace: Shut up! Stop making a mockery of my brother. Show your true self.
Savini?: Huh? What are you even saying?
Eustace: Playing dumb, are we? Then I'll just have to...
Eustace: Shoot you.
Lyria: Eustace!
  1. Let Eustace do what he needs to.
  2. Step in front of Eustace.

Choose: Let Eustace do what he needs to.
Eustace: ...
Eustace pulls the trigger.
Savini?: Eep!
Vyrn: So it was an Otherworlder, huh...
Eustace: ...
Lyria: Sniff... You might've known he was a fake...
Lyria: But he was still your little brother, Eustace!
Eustace: No need to cry for me, Lyria. I'm fine.
Eustace: Thanks for letting me handle it, (Captain).
The captain offers an understanding nod.

Choose: Step in front of Eustace.
Eustace: (Captain)!
Not intent on letting Eustace do something that would haunt him, the captain lunges at the boy.
Savini?: Gwah!
Vyrn: So it was an Otherworlder, huh...
(Captain) sheathes the sword and turns to Eustace.
Eustace: (Captain)...
Eustace: Thanks.
The captain responds with an understanding nod.
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Vyrn: Can't believe Otherworlders make their way even to far-out places like this...
Eustace: It's a deserted island, making it the perfect place for the Foe to carry out any further experiments.
Eustace: I suggest looking around a bit more later to see if they've left anything else behind.
Lyria: Yeah, we should let Ronan and Ilsa know too...
As a heavy silence fills the air, Eustace looks up to the sky.
Eustace: It's about to snow.
Lyria: You can tell?
Eustace: One look at the clouds tells me all I need to know.
Vyrn: Yeah? That's pretty impressive.
Eustace: When you've lived in a place like this long enough...
Eustace: Ah, but my older sister was never good at predicting the weather.
Eustace: Dad was the best at it. He wasn't the most talkative person around, but he had this uncanny ability to tell the weather up to three days in advance.
Eustace: Ah, I must sound like I'm rambling...
Vyrn: Ahaha! That sounds like something Spiky would say!
Lyria: We'd love to hear more about you! As long as you don't mind, Eustace.
Eustace: ...
Eustace: I lost everything that winter...
Eustace: I was supposed to have another sibling after the snow melted in the spring.
Eustace: Dad promised to take me hunting.
Eustace: I secretly hoped we could fashion clothing for the baby from the fur of my first kill.
Eustace: But the big thing was I'd finally get my own hunting rifle...
Eustace: I was really looking forward to it.
Eustace takes one last look at the Otherworlder who pretended to be his little brother before turning on his heel.
Eustace: But that's all in the past... I have Flamek with me now.
Flamek, resting in Eustace's arms, responds in kind with an audible click.
Vyrn: That's right, Sourpuss! We came out on top against Diaspora 'cause you managed to release Flamek!
Eustace: Actually, it's thanks to you guys that I was able to draw out Flamek's true strength.
Lyria: Huh? What did we do?
Eustace: Well, it wasn't just you three. There's also Zeta, Beatrix, and the others...
Eustace: I learned to trust you all, to trust that even if I unleashed the full force of Flamek...
Eustace: You'd be able to withstand it.
Eustace's face breaks into a smile as he takes a good look at his friends.
Eustace: Let's get back to the Grandcypher before it starts snowing.
Eustace: This village will always be my home...
Eustace: But it's not a place I'd go back to.
And so Eustace continues trudging through the snow.
The others, taking caution not to sink into the snow, follow his lead.
Saying goodbye to the past is never an easy thing to do.
But Eustace, having found room in his heart for a new home, is ready to leave the past behind.


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