Kokoro
Armor Team
As if destined by name, the Valkyrie Flightthe Nepleslian forces of Task Force 282 had sent out closed in on the Nekovalkyrja armor team to support them. Years ago, Kitsurugi Yui had told Nepleslian Sky Marshal Sanders that they should look out for one another like a big brother and sister. Now as the Yamataians closed in on rescuing their captain and against insurmountable odds, this was one such moment they could do so.
It was undeniable that Sif was decimating her opponents while clearly swaying those she fought alongside. The NMX Nekovalyrja on her armor team were slowly coming to realize their position. Perhaps not only in the battle, but in the cosmic fight that Sif was chillingly engaged in.
Just as the Nepleslians had been able to hone in on the armor team, so could Mishhuvurthyar elements of the battle. Battlepods and Rippers peeled from their attachments, readying strikes against the frontliners of the battle. Despite killing off the last of the original Ripper threat by now, it looked as if the waves of them approaching Sif, Molli, and their new comrades were ten or even a hundredfold what they had encountered in this fight.
Exiting Atmosphere
In and out of reveries, Taiyou Hoshi was desperately grappling with an internal battle that leaked through the corners of her eyes. Tidal tears sprung off of her face as she stood on the whales back, making to jump off the ledge. Simultaneously, the whales were leaving the mesosphere where comets usually burned up with drag and resistance and were slowing. The timing felt perfect for her to make her leap back into her crews hands.
Readying for the outer atmosphere, the whales began transforming beyond simply shielding themselves with energy bubbles. Long spindles extended out from their dorsal fins. They swept long arcs out like black and white streamers as their flippers fanned out with extensions of their own. Luminscent fans billowed forth from them in varying hues that burst forth with colors as if soaking in every part of the spectrum that Kenichi’s Star offered. The thin whale skin began to change too as if oxidizing and any rough grey patches of callosities were replaced with a starship hull-like sheen.
Hoshi looked around her, trying to jump.
“My gravity manipulation is inhibited.” she relayed to Molli. “I’m also—mmhmph.” She gritted her teeth and tried to get the rest out. “Experiencing a moderate electrical current. Molls, I can’t—“
Whatever change the whales were undergoing for space flight was severely impacting the captain.
Mordrakka
Armor Bay
Suiting up alongside Aiko, William, and Erika seemed to be the rest of the ship. The Mordrakka’s crew of NMX Nekovalkyrja had a quiet diligence to rescue themselves with little thoughts of rescuing Hoshi. Whatever commonality they now shared with the Yamataians they had only just called foes, freewill was chief among them.
“We are the last of our fleet to be mind cursed,” the muddy-skinned Nekovalkryka, Chincha, who was freshly rezzed after her recent death, had spoken. Her words were burning hot with internal embers long fanned by the Mishuvurthyar. “If we are to enact our own will and to live our own lives, it is now! Let us fight alongside you or die slaves to the Overlords.”
“Fight not for the Kitsurugi Princess,” Chincha looked to Aiko and waved a hand while bowing to her. “But alongside her for yourselves!”
The NMX Neko cheers were zealous but tempered and short. Stifled by timing of battle, they worked on their armors or to get the armors on their comrades with a muted fury that had been cast into the flames by Chincha.
“Lead us, Kitsurugi,” Chincha said into comms as dozens of Reapers stood at the armor bay doors and synced with Aiko’s armor, ready for battle.
Cargo Bay
Isuke had gotten the message that Hoshi would likely not be arriving on the crippled, listing Mordrakka. Either joining the armor team that seemed buoyed by numbers or Asuka, who was working alone on an insurmountable task, were her best options for joining the fight, now.
Asuka's previous run had imperiled her, certainly, but now she was tasked with doing the same only against dozens more targets. She could no doubt use help. At least the hole she had to cut through the fleet would be meant for the Reaper armor team suiting up now to punch through and not the larger Mordrakka itself. If that could be counted as help from fate, perhaps it was worth doing so.