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The Kraken Mare makes Saturn feel like a god.

It's a mecha that towers over everyone like a deity. It's perfect; hundreds of ship-prototypes led up to this finalized version that is impossibly tall and impossibly fast and impossibly strong. With this kind of power, if Saturn so willed it, he could split the Earth in two. That's the horror of the Kraken Mare—but Saturn isn't scared. He wanted this ship so bad and now that he has it, he won't let it intimidate him. No matter how terrifyingly divine the Kraken Mare is, it's his now, and he would never give it up.

"I can't believe it was that easy!"

Saturn is laughing to himself. What a joke! Cosmos Administration used to brag about how smart they were with their progress and technology, yet they left a ship as deadly as the Kraken Mare unguarded? Idiots! He didn't even try to be sneaky, and he still got away with hijacking their greatest creation!

He really can't believe it.

Saturn shuts his eyes and smiles. "I missed this." He missed flying—he'd been raised to be Cosmos Administration's Ace Pilot, and he adored it more than anything. Space was his home. There was nothing for him anywhere else. A child of space was best suited to live among the stars; he could never leave for long.

Pandora and Titan will never understand that.

He's pissed that they thought they could bench him indefinitely. He's pissed that they agreed to the disbandment of Cosmos Administration. How dare they try to force him back to Earth, saying 'you're not allowed in space'? Screw that! He's not going down without a fight!

And what a great fight it'll be!

He can't wait for the fleets to show up! He wanted the challenge; even for him, the effortlessly perfect prodigy, the Kraken Mare was a bit hard to control. He didn't expect it to be so swift—he'd launched, and moments later, he was passing the moon—and he'd have to scale back its power so as not to kill anyone. But he's getting used to it. These kinds of things come naturally to him; flying something that no one else should, something that no one else can.

He was an Ace Pilot for a reason.

He hopes Pandora regrets giving him that role—and based off the flood of messages he sees flashing on a screen to his left, she does. Good. Let her be angry. He hopes she hates him just as much as he hates her.

A loud, obnoxious ringing echoes throughout the ship. He scowls and picks up the call.

"Saturn, I'm going to kill you." Pandora's voice booms over the intercom. She's frightening, in the way a furious mother is—scary and suffocating—but Saturn has nothing to fear.

"I'd love to see you try," Saturn retorts.

"Saturn," Pandora repeats, her words dripping with intense disapproval and annoyance. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you steal a ship? What are you thinking?"

Saturn chuckles—he's reminded of all the other times he'd gotten in trouble with Pandora. All the other times she'd scolded and berated him for breaking the rules and messing up on purpose. "I'm not staying on Earth." He can't. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I know you'll miss me."

Pandora sighs. "I must have let you off the hook too many times—now you think it's okay to do anything." Saturn bites his tongue. "All I wanted was to help you excel, you know. And look at you now... What a waste."

Saturn rolls his eyes. "Is that all you had to say?"

"Come back to Earth peacefully. Make this easier on both of us." It isn't a request or a plead. It's a demand. A threat.