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RP: YSS Miharu Final Mission: The Battle For Yamatai

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The target was in front of him. It would have been easy to shoot the thing right then and there if their entrance had been greeted with fire.

But, instead, the Mishu was just sitting there, talking to them. Was it resigned to its fate? Was it trying to negotiate? Buy time?

There wasn't anybody else on the ship, as far as he could tell. It was two armors against a single enemy in an area ill-suited for combat, unless they wanted to risk damaging their only means of escape.

Perhaps their foe knew that, or maybe it wanted the pleasure of blowing up the ship with them inside it. There really was no way of knowing it.

Was Vaaker Talkup involved in any way? Melisson's lessons remained firmly entrenched in his mind. There was a way of doing things, of dominating and asserting the will, that had so much prominence in Mishu culture.

He tightened his grip on the dual rifles in his hands.

"Abort the self-destruction of the Tiamat and surrender!"
 
Why do they always want to make small talk? Nyton wondered before Tom demanded the enemy to surrender. As soon as the Raltean's words were said Nyton then added: "We might even let you live!" and pulled the trigger on his LASR. He sprayed for the center mass of the Mishhu to deal a crippling and potentially lethal wound if not treated. Either the monster was now easier to kill or they had more leverage to negotiate surrender.
 
Outside the Tiamat — Rolf-san と Yuzuki-san と Masako-san

Yuzuki and Rolf weren't touched by the murderous gunfire peppering the space they had been, and the Ravager focused on Yuzuki, leaving Rolf's missiles free to impact the target.

Or that's how it was supposed to go. The Ravager's pilot got wise after the missiles were launched and ignored the flares. It swung its body to aim its guns at Rolf and the projectiles. It hurled a stream of metal, trying to blast apart the SSDMs, but nicked only one.

The shields on the heavy mecha glowed a bright yellow-white when the missile struck, then seemed to peel down like the skin of an onion, winking out near its feet. The mecha immediately went on the move, knowing it no longer could sit there and absorb any punishment tossed its way.

It met with Yuzuki, who had curled around below it to unleash fury from her forearm weapons. The short aether blasts didn't have the power of the LAMIA squad's rainstorm of white energy, which trailed the Ravager as it flew hard toward Yuzuki with claws extended. The Neko played rabbit, turning tail and flying fast enough to keep the mecha chasing her for just a few seconds as it swiped at her.

Nimura, Masako and the LAMIA squad scored at least two dozen hits between them in those few seconds, catching the mecha in its legs, back and groin. Each shot hurt it, but slagging the legs wasn't getting the job done, and it started a long, lazy curve back toward the LAMIAs.

The Knights learned something else about the Ravager that wasn't listed: without its weapon/propulsion pack, it was slow.

The curve was not hard to figure out; each LAMIA and the AIES of the Mindy armors plotted out firing solutions even as the mecha did its damnedest to juke and dive away. The LAMIAs scattered, deriving their own opportunities to attack. Beams lanced out and caught in several spots on its shoulders and large forearms, quickly turning the mecha's status readout from green and yellow to orange and red, with one of the utility arms reduced to black, as a lucky shot caught it at its root and sent it spiraling off toward Luna Bianca.

There were too many enemies for the mecha to take out on its own without better arms, and it wasn't fast enough to even catch a LAMIA. Aether bolts continued to pour on its body, as Rolf finally was able to join in, firing longer streams of aether energy from his forearm weapons.

Systems on it started to go black as it made dash after dash, trying to catch whichever LAMIA was closest to it. It almost caught one, and hammered it with gunfire for a brief burst, but the LAMIA took most of the attack to its shield, and Masako ordered it away while she and the others kept surgically cutting at it.

After 10 more seconds of fire, the Ravager stopped dead and did an about face. It had its gravimetric engines left, but a sharp shot from Nimura melted one of its Gatling guns, and it did not try to use the other one. It faced Nimura and jammed hard on its engines. It was going for a suicidal rush. The Black Knights, better able to harness fleet sensor data in their Mindys, saw the mecha's aether generator head for overload.

It never made it. An aether beam, far bigger than anything the armors could produce, sheared off the top half of the mecha, leaving badly melted legs behind. Yuzuki turned and saw a Zesuaium-blue Yui 5 pulling away from a vector that matched the beam's — it had taken out the mecha with one shot from its aether cannon.

"Target dead," Nimura's face said over the Knights' HUDs. "Mission accomplished."

* * *

On the Marmatur, — Nyton と Tom

The rounds from Nyton's LASR sliced through the Mishhu and kept going.

Nyton's weapon had been loaded with armor-piercing rounds and set to a high velocity for hitting the Ravager. In the chaos, it had not been reset. The rounds impacted the main control panel, tearing it up and darkening many of the instruments that had been behind the Mishhu.

Sprufnikkamazzar's green eyes were wide as he looked at the two armors across the cargo bay. He held tentacles up toward the several wounds to his root pod that were bleeding thick rivers of hemosynth fluid and thinner rivulets of a black substance. Tom and Nyton recognized it; it was similar to what Mefpralphra's blood had looked like.

The Mishhu staggered forward some, then back into the control console It stopped floating, slumping down against the piloting console.

"I am no warrior," he sent to them, his voice still steady even as he bled. "I'll still kill you."

The AIES warned Nyton and Tom — they had 20 seconds to get the hell off the ship before it self-destructed!
 
The Mishu made the decision for them.

Tom sprayed his dying foe with a quick stream of blasts from his twin rifles before sprinting back the way he came to make a jump into space. He knew that Daisies could survive exposure for some time and, beside, they were surrounded by friendlies anyway.

"Come on, Nyton!"
 
They're also very sore losers too.

As soon as AIES sent out the warning Nyton didn't have to be reminded to evacuate. He immediately jetted back towards the airlock they had infiltrated at full speed. With the path already mapped out by AIES the suit would have the quickest path coordinated in. Once out in space even if the suit wasn't fully set up for space maneuvers they would still be able to survive.

So long as they could avoid the rest of the battle raging outside.
 
Yuzuki exhaled.

And then, she breathed normally.

Two words; Mission Accomplished.

Yuzuki watched the Mokuren hanging in space, slowing even as the Yui sped past the small group of armors. She was still bruised and battered, but here in the middle of everything there seemed to be a bubble of peace and a distinct rightness to the world, the sort of distinction that defined the world.

She could cry. Or scream. Or yell. That was her feeling. That she could, if she wanted, say anything and do anything and be anything.

Then she remembered where she was, who she was, and what she had been doing, and that was the end of that sort of thinking. Instead, she remained silent, half ashamed to have been caught undutiful by Nimura, and half afraid of what Rolf was going to say or do, next. It wasn’t that she was afraid of him, precisely; what she had done hadn’t been wrong, Yuzuki was completely convinced, but the argument was not one she was looking forward to. Her head hurt enough already. Who knew how badly it would hurt when she was out of powered armor?

Perhaps, she thought as she drifted closer to Nimura - flanking her as she drew her rifle to provide fire support, should it be necessary - perhaps, there would be no argument.

Probably too much to hope.
 
His hands went up into the air, the sight of death and destruction greatly gratifying his frustrations.

"Booooooom! Ah ha ha ha ha!" cackled a bloodthirsty mirth from Rolf's external speakers as he slammed to the floor with a resounding collision boots and metal. Being hands free he held his hands up in the air and clapped for the Yui 5 that had assisted him. "Now that is some fia' support! Fuckin' beautiful! Someone gimme' 'dat captain's numbah'! Ha ha ha!" The Mindy clad armor pilot danced as he walked, with a certain swagger iconic of him. His eyes were everywhere as he spun around, tapped his feet, and moon walked to Yuzuki, it was strangely a good way to survey your surroundings. He spanked the orange-haired Neko's armored bottom before spinning around and spanking Nimura's too. With one more spin he came into position to Nimura's flank and stopping as he pointed to the soldier at the other flank.

"Hey 'Zuki! Good thing y'didn't throw y'self on 'dat mech too, or you woulda' been toooooast! Little molecules instead a'sexy little red-head!" he sung toast on a high note, before breaking off into more laughter. He made more spanking motions, taunting her. "Amazin' how well 'dis works when we're not tryin' t'do tha' impossible. Y'know, like, tryin' t'move a mech wit'a personnel sized teleporta. But don' worry, 'Zuki," He aimed his thumbs at himself, "daddy's gotcha' back, he won't let tha' big bad fact's a'life hurtcha'. Much. Bweh ha ha ha!"
 
On the Marmatur, — Nyton と Tom

The two men turned tail and ran like hell.

Tom left Sprufnikkamazzar with more holes and wounds, more hemosynth fluid streaked with black flowing from the dying Mishhuvurthyar's body. There would be no clever, dashing end to one of the most powerful members of the NMX's military — his calculations had failed him thanks to the Miharu's crew bringing back the Second Draconian Fleet to help smash his ranks and decimate his bid to eliminate Yamatai.

"Tiamat won't be stopped," he sent to them as they ran back to the closed airlock door. Tom and Nyton unloaded on it for a couple precious seconds, then both kicked it at once with all the might their armors lent them. The attack ripped the door off its hinges and sent it out into space.

Nyton went first, coming to the edge of the airlock's outer door. To his left, toward where the ship pointed, was Yamatai. It was all he could see; they were that close to the planet. When he looked out away from the Marmatur, he saw other ships, identified by his AIES, heading for the planet's surface, trying to crash into it or without control to avoid it. Some were on fire; others were burning their engines as hard as they could.

He clutched the top of the doorway and pulled himself onto the dorsal side of the ship. Tom clambered up as well as the self-destruct clock ticked to 11 seconds.

The armors were clear of the bulbous engine nacelles, and Nyton snapped his legs' gravimetric engines on, going for the hardest burn they could manage. He and Tom sped up and away from the vessel, their armors adjusted for space as best as they could be. Tom did his best to keep up with just one leg engine, as the Ripper on the Tiamat's bridge had done a number on one of his legs. The sealing and hemosynth along that leg still worked, so he was in no danger from exposure, but he took an extra couple seconds to catch Nyton.

Yamatai's gravity well tugged back at them. The Daisy's engines were meant for emergencies, but not within the orbit of a large planet. Tom's engineering mind did the math — a low orbit was probably the best-case scenario, allowing them to get picked up in a short time.

They looked down at the Marmatur. Its hull was starting to glow a fiery red as it tried to crudely shove its way through Yamatai's atmosphere, just a few dozen kilometers away —

The explosions were small and pitiful. The ship did not expand with a raging fireball, but instead broke across its length, from nacelles to bow, with controlled bombs, puncturing the hull or rending it apart. The one at the tip, where the cockpit was, seemed larger than the rest, and its bow was peeled back like a banana. Whatever was inside was feeling the full heat and pressure of Yamatai's atmosphere.

Even a Mishhu could not survive it. The pieces would add to the flaming debris already crossing Yamatai's sky's amid the day or night of the planet's surface.

* * *

Rolf could see Nimura on his HUD, frowning at him. But she didn't do anything, even if stabbing him was all too easy.

Instead, she craned her head toward Yamatai, watching the Tiamat's shining grey hull gracefully float toward Yamatai, surrounded by battleships furiously pulling back at the vessel.

* * *

"Two minutes!" someone yelled from the Mokuren's bridge. They were close to Yamatai's atmosphere.

Tiamat's speed was about 1,000 km/s — a significant drop, but not enough to stop the ship from doing destroying life on the planet. They were not slowing the ship down fast enough!

"All available vessels, close on Tiamat and fire upon it with everything you have!" Precision strikes had been used up to that point without enough effect. Hundreds of vessels replied in the affirmative, turning away from whatever NMX stragglers remained and jammed as hard as they could toward the stolen Chiharu flagship.

Twelve Yuumi battleships were pulling with all their might to slow the ship down. The ships had no shields, could not power weapons and were lucky to be able to still have enough to throttle control. Yukari gripped the arms of her chair, then winced as she received a report of another engine going out on the Ajisai, bringing the group's total thruster output to 45 percent. Mokuren had lost an engine at the start.

The speed was down to 800 km/s. 1:37 left to impact.

A Yui fired its aether beam cannon from within 5 kilometers, trying to swipe off a piece of the Chiharu. The deployable ablative armor stopped the shot from doing much more than flaking black stuff off its surface and leaving an ugly mark. The Yui — named Tatsumaki — kept shooting anyway, focusing on the same spot as it tried to claw through the armor.

More ships came to help, clouding the space around the enemy, each unleashing long streaks of aether into the Tiamat. A dozen, five dozen, four wings' worth of ships no bigger than an Plumeria attacked the Tiamat. Yukari ordered them to narrow their efforts on small portions of the ship, to quarter it into hunks that could be pulled away.

It was not a well-thought-out idea. Yukari knew that if they could reduce the mass, it would work for them on both sides of the ballistic equation, so she stuck to the order.

The small armada responded in kind, and the Mokuren's main screen was filled with white beams colliding with the Tiamat, over and over, in small sections.

650 km/s; 1:09.

The quartering started to work. A 200-meter-square block of the ship sparked along its edges as it ground against the part of the ship from which it was cut. One of the battleships, the Tsubaki, yanked it away, burning out an engine as it left the rest of the group. Another chunk followed, almost the same size as the first, and the Suisen hauled it away from the opposite side of the first one.

It still was taking too long. Fifty-seven seconds to impact, with the speed reduced to 525 km/s. Yamatai became the backdrop of the mainscreen, with no sign of safe, empty space.

They nearly were at the atmosphere. A third chunk was cut away amid the precision firing from the Second Draconian Fleet's vessels, and the Kuchinashi tore it away an engine burst from its aft. Yukari felt the warnings go across that ship to fight the fire that had started in the engine room.

Forty-eight seconds, 350 km/s. A request came to her through the fleet's network, succinct and cold — three Yuis wanted to ram and self-destruct. They were from the Divine Arrows' sister group; Karimata, Watakushi, and Tagone-Ya.

Yukari gave her blessing. She could see the commanders bow before ordering the attack.

With aether cannons leading their charge, the three Yuis crushed themselves into the ship. Their glittering Zesuaium edges pierced the ablative armor and went into the guts of the ship as far as they could go, with the Watakushi getting almost 60 decks deep before it stopped. The rest of the fleet backed off as far as it could, with the battleships remaining close enough to drag away whatever they could. Tsubaki had caught up after setting its piece in a long, slow orbit around the planet.

The three destroyers exploded at once.

At 35 seconds to impact, with the Tiamat traveling at 220 km/s, Yukari watched as the mighty Chiharu flagship was enveloped by a white light for about five seconds. Bridge crew shielded their eyes as the KAMI tried to lessen the brilliance, and some commanders of other vessels cursed as they shouted at their crews to dim the light.

Yukari knew there was no method for sound to travel in space, but she imagined how the final second of the three destroyers would ring in her ears.

When the light was gone, the Tiamat existed in two parts barely linked by the wings. The midships area was gone, obliterated by the aether, and with it was a majority of the ship's mass. What remained was the aft of the vessel, with the greater mass of turrets and engines, and about 700 meters worth of the bow, which had far less mass.

The battleships around the Tiamat lost their holds on the wreck. It took them several seconds to regain it, with the battleships holding the bow and aft pulling as hard as they could in reverse to slow down the much lighter ship.

Debris from the explosion ripped at them, and several smaller vessels were bashed out of commission when one of the massive turrets on the aft of the vessel came off and hit them. Yukari shouted for the joining bridges of material between aft and bow cut, and the smaller ships lashed out with their aether cannons to do so.

They succeeded with 15 seconds left. Both parts still were going 100 km/s, and the hulls of the pieces, and the rest of the fleet, began to glow orange from impacting Yamatai's atmosphere.

Yukari ground her teeth together when she saw the trajectory of where it would hit. "All vessels, fire on the aft piece! Destroy it!"

The Mokuren was the only vessel that did not fire, as it focused all of its energy on the bow piece. Aether blasts poured onto the aft of the ship that started to turn in the atmosphere. Made of Zesuaium and Yamataium, it did not catch fire, even as it was hit with aether. The shots nibbled at what was left of it, further cutting its mass, trying to reduce it down to where it could not —

Instead of white, the viewscreens of the fleet suddenly were full of red and orange and yellow, as the aft piece bubbled with explosions along its surface, then boomed as it exploded just under the upper atmosphere. Thousands of glowing chunks soared out across the sky, bits of smoke trailing behind them. A couple larger pieces were expertly snagged by the battleships, who now looked as if they had been through multiple wars without even a touch-up — pockmarked hulls, nasty scores, torn armor and entire portions black from entering the atmosphere unshielded.

The bow was all that was left. Five seconds. Many of the Mokuren's systems were going out. She could not slow the piece down anymore, and neither could anyone else. The bow piece, a splinter taller than most towers in Kyoto, was going to hit the planet.

Four seconds. Its speed was 5,400 m/s.

"BEAM OFF!" she shouted. The Mokuren's graviton beam died as the Yuumi battleship suddenly shifted back toward the stars.

The crew's gaze remained on the bow piece as it headed toward Vela Prefecture.

Two seconds. 5,000 m/s.

Yukari bowed her head and prayed. Forgive us.

Impact.
 
Masako was as silent as the majority of her comrades (one couldn't count on Ash...Rolf to be silent in such situations) as her void-black eyes viewed the enemy flagship with magnified imaging. Idly, the Warrant Officer couldn't help but wonder what the inside of such a vessel was like considering she had only served on Escort-craft.

That thought disappeared rather quickly as she watched the once majesty Chiharu break up slightly. AIES registered the velocity of the Tiamat, which caused the Raven-haired Warrant Officer to bite her lip pensively as dread crept in her digital mind.

That was when the fireworks began. Beams and a variety of other weaponry tore into the mighty vessel in a manner Masako had only seen while on board the Confidence all those years ago. That classified incident with the Fifth Expeditionary Fleet flashed through her mind as she continued to stare in anxiety mixed with awe. Even as the devastation continued, Masako could still see a sort of beauty in the slow destruction of the Tiamat. Though that thought only made her grimace considering the lives being lost at that moment.

The destruction of part of the Tiamat built a bit of hope in Masako, but logic forced it down as her AIES told her the reality of it all. The Aft Section was still going to hit Yamatai. It may not destroy all life on the world, but it would mar the beautiful globe hanging under them for the rest of their lives (in memory if not reality).

A moment of silence passed as Masako silently acknowledged that this wasn't a dream. "Black Knights...LAMIA Squad...return to the Mokuren and continue CAP until told to stand down." Masako transmitted in a cold, commanding tone to hide her emotions. "There are still NMX in the area, so stay alert," she finished before angling her Mindy towards their mothership and jetting away.
 
"Phew!" went Rolf, putting up his shield on his left arm and charging up his blast mode on the right arm. He didn't seem to care all that much for the ship sinking down onto Yamatai's surface at amazing speeds. In fact, he had his eyes on the remaining forces of the enemy right as remnants of the Tiamat broke through the planet's orbit. Even as the rest universe stared in horror at the destruction and imminent death of thousands, Rolf seemed uncaring.

"Yeah, less' clean 'dis up." he responded to Masako's orders, his thrusting humming as they charged up. "I'm gunna' need a drink afta' all 'dis is ova'."
 
Nyton worked feverishly to adjust their trajectory and fight the pull of gravity. AIES tied him with Tom's suit to work together at establishing a viable planetary orbit. Once it appeared they would not be drawn in he gave a sigh of relief. That was close.

He was alerted to the impact of the Tiamat and watched as it descended. There was nothing else he could do. The section of Yamatai that would be hit could not escape it's fate. With little else to do until they were picked up he then tried to radio back to the Mokuren and report their status.

"This is Claymere. I have Freeman-Juni with me. We are in stable orbit over Yamatai. Sprufnikkamazer has been eliminated. Mission accomplished."
 
Tom floated as best he could with one thruster, trying to keep near Nyton and out of the way of the space battle which was drawing to a close. In the corner of his eye, he saw the eerie glow of heated metal as the large, tower-sized spike of debris from Tiamat descended into Yamatai's atmosphere.

Other types of debris floated nearby. Remnants of once-proud ships, bits of metal covered with aetheric pockmarks and hemosynthetic blood, now silent and cold, floating in the void.

By the chatter on his radio, it had seemed that the battle was won.

Was it worth it?
 
The Tiamat ruin crashed, burning as it went, and killed people.

It was a spectacular sight.

The prow – what was left of it – turned molten gold and burned like lava into the populated sector, digging a great pit of bloody soot into the center, scarring the face of the world from orbit. Other bits of wreckage were flung far and wide, streaking down like streamers and welding sparks, burning into the retinas; they were painful to watch. Somewhere distant, swallowed by space and distance, there was a boom – whether real or imagined – and then the whole world went silent.

Yuzuki watched, cared with an empathy that settled onto her soul like a coat of lead, and wondered if she could have done anything more about it. Her mind was full of what-ifs. It was a silly thing to think; she had done the best she could.

Most disturbingly, she wondered how she could continue to draw breath with what felt like such a huge failure looming over her.

But here she was, anyway. And she was alive. Yes, she had survived, thanks to Eastwood, who had saved her and possibly condemned hundreds of thousands of people he had never met to death in the same stroke. But you couldn’t tell from looking at him, or listening to him.

Yuzuki knew very few things in this universe, in her own life, but the fact of her worth weighed against the populace of even a very small precinct was negligible. Did Rolf not see that?

Or did he just not care?
 
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