Aoba Anoa was sitting on the wing, eating a protein ration. Her hair was white now. Her eyes were the color of old, unreadable data.
Aoba was alone.
That was the official story. The one the brass would tell the families. Otomedius Excellent -NTSC-U--ISO-
Aoba looked at the tactical map. Three ships left. Then two. Then just Tita and her.
“Status report!” Aoba yelled into her comm, strapping into the cockpit as the neural interface hummed to life. Aoba Anoa was sitting on the wing, eating a protein ration
No one laughed. Because no one was sure if she was joking.
It didn't want to destroy Earth. It wanted to download it. Otomedius Excellent -NTSC-U--ISO-
“Retreat?” Aoba blurted. “Commander, that thing is heading straight for Earth’s orbital gate!”