Scenario:Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Initiated - Chapter 3: Everything Is OK - Episode 3
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Home Sweet Moon - Processing... Initiated - Chapter 3: Everything Is OK - Episode 3
The hulking Diaspora survives Pyet-A's devastating attack and sends the opposing machine careening toward Cassius and Isaac, who had made their way to the surface. Diaspora destroys the ground, sending Isaac and Cassius tumbling into the disassembler fluid below—Pyet-A attempts to rescue them but runs out of power. Just when all hope seems lost, the mass driver inexplicably explodes into pieces, and Isaac and Cassius are saved from the disassembler. Their savior is none other than Yatima, the red-haired girl once defeated in the Sky Realm.
Lyria: ...!
Pyet-A: Altering arrangement of machine cells. Conferring with secondary pilot. Morphing.
Pyet-A: ...!
Diaspora: Groaaar!
Pyet-A: Assault completed. Overheating. Next assault ready in 300 seconds.
Isaac: Holy cow, did you see that! It's gotta be down for the count after that shellacking!
Cassius: It's not over yet.
The moon's surface pulsates like a beating heart.
Below the surface, Isaac and Cassius catch a glimpse of Diaspora, but what they see is only a fraction of the true behemoth.
In total, Diaspora comprises approximately 15 percent of the moon's mass.
Pyet-A: ...!
Isaac: Oh, come on! Stubborn machine just had to knock Pyet-A in our direction, didn't it!
Cassius: Tch!
Dwarfed by its opponent, Pyet-A doesn't stand a chance.
Diaspora's palm pulverizes the ground, expelling shattered chunks of rock into the air.
With nothing solid to stand on, Cassius, Isaac, and Pyet-A tumble through the gaping hole where the disassembler waits below.
Pyet-A: Commence emergency rescue, then escape the danger zone.
(Captain) propels Pyet-A through the fluid in an attempt to save Cassius and Isaac.
Diaspora: ...!
But just as (Captain) is about to reach them, a surge of light from the disassembler traps Pyet-A and hurls it away.
Pyet-A: Severe frame damage detected. Actuator performance at 12%. Energy levels falling.
How long will Isaac and Cassius be able to hold out for?
(Captain)'s world suddenly goes dark before that can be determined.
In the wake of an arduous battle, the automagod has exhausted its power.
Lyria: ...!
Gwynne: Lyria? (Captain)? What happened?
Lyria: Well...
Lyria: Pyet-A is...
(Captain) finishes relaying the grim truth.
Cassius and Isaac have fallen into the disassembler, and Pyet-A ran out of power before it could save them.
Gwynne: ...!
Zeta: Damn it!
Beatrix: This can't be happening... They both fell in?
(Captain) says nothing, recalling the image of two silhouettes submerged in the disassembler.
Gwynne: ...
Diaspora: Threat eliminated. Disengaging combat form.
The river of light resumes its flow along the lunar surface.
At the end of the current is a cannon pointed at the Sky Realm.
Before entering the cannon, the contents of the river coalesce into boulders. They're then loaded into the breech and wait for their turn to be launched.
It doesn't take long.
A powerful beam of light travels up the cannon's bore and out the muzzle.
Each discharge contains a batch of Diaspora on its way to its next destination.
At the current firing rate, all pieces will arrive at the sky's edge in roughly two years, where it will reconstitute as Diaspora proper.
Will it use its gigantic size to smash through islands? Or will it form an ever-shifting cloud, melting everything like acid rain?
Whichever method of destruction the automagod so chooses, it will not stop until all inhabitants of the skies, in and below, are purged.
That is what Central Axis had envisioned if everything had gone according to plan.
Isaac: Nnh...
Isaac: Aaaaah!
Cassius: ...
Isaac: Urgh!
Cassius: Are you okay?
Isaac: Wh-what happened? Where's Pyet-A? Didn't I fall into the disassembler?
Isaac: Aah, no, wait! What about Diaspora!
Cassius: It is no longer a concern.
Isaac: The mass driver... There's no trace of it left... But how?
Cassius: Thanks to an unforeseen savior.
???: Gannsinc. On stather edcetdet.
Isaac: You!
Yatima: M'i hemo!