Silence.
It didn't want to destroy Earth. It wanted to download it.
She killed her main comms. She let the Excellion believe she was fleeing. Instead, she powered down her weapons. She disengaged her safeties. And she listened. Otomedius Excellent -NTSC-U--ISO-
The song began.
The Lord British made a desperate run for the central crater. Tita fired everything—the Mega Crush, the lasers, the missiles. For a glorious three seconds, the flesh burned. Aoba saw the core. It was a pulsing, crystalline heart the size of a skyscraper. Silence
“The NTSC-U sector is lost,” Tita said, her own Angel—the Lord British —launching from the adjacent bay. “All remaining forces, form up. We’re punching a hole for the Excellion to retreat.”
“Which is why we are buying time,” Tita replied. “Not winning. There is a difference, Anoa.” She killed her main comms
“You want data?” she whispered. “I’ll give you data.”
“Retreat?” Aoba blurted. “Commander, that thing is heading straight for Earth’s orbital gate!”
And they were dying.