(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

Flight to Nirvana

Z73...felt empty.

In her arms is the corpse of her sister Z23, surrounded by the corpses of the rest of her sisters, and even further then are the ones of everyone else in her faction. Sure, doing this to the French and Italians was hard by numbers, but...it's a different kind of pain when you bottle everything down to kill your own family.

All in the name of saving the world.

...

She gently laid Z23 down, closing her eyes before her golden gaze looked back up towards the flying Throne, where Marco looked absolutely petrified in Adapter's grip. Their eyes met, and in the golden wells, Marco saw only two things: The sheer rage of someone forced to commit atrocity, and the spirits of a death soon coming for her.

"H-How..." She could only mutter those words, completely baffled at how Z73 managed to do all of this by herself.

"How? Well, ask her then." Adapter let go of Marco, firmly pressing her foot to her back before Marco could protest to anything.

With a fierce kick, she sent Marco from the throne, the Battleship screaming as she plummeted to the ocean, hitting the water extremely hard. She was nowhere near as dexterous as those two were, and she surely felt that on the rough landing.

She held in her scream, as she felt her arm snap out of place as she felt on it, caking her hair in the sea water as she slowly tried standing up. "No...I-I won't die here...not when I'm so close..."

She soon got to her knees, breathing heavily as she prepared herself to pull her arm back in place. Though another arm, one covered in metal, grabbed onto the dislocated one and yanked instead, making her cry in pain from the unexpected event.

She looked up, her red eyes meeting with Z73's golden ones. "Z73..."

"Marco...you have a lot to answer to."

...

"Do I...DO I?!" Marco's rage grew uncontrollable, and she grabbed onto Z73's arm tightly, glaring into the Destroyer's eyes.

"How do I have to answer for the sins of this dying world?! I was trying to save us all, to save this dying world by eliminating the pests that have poisoned it so horribly!"

She was spitting venom at the girl, who had ruined almost everything she had set up over this short time. "I had the power, I had the resolve, I had the eyes of God on me...and still, you persisted and ruined it all!"

...

"Do you have no words to say in your defense?! A Devil like you, the sly words that spit out as easily as you drink wine, suddenly run dry in your throat?!"

...

"Typical of scum like you, you can't even say a word when all your actions are laid bare for y—"

"Marco."

Marco's words died in her throat, as the still impassive stare the Destroyer was giving her bore down twice as hard. "Do you even know what you've done?"

"Of course I do!"

"No, I don't think you get it."

When Marco went to object to her words, she was seized by the throat, slowly lifting off her knees as Z73's golden eyes glared with raw hatred. "You've killed millions of people, millions. The very people we're sworn to protect, are now nothing but stepping stones for your insane plot to...what, end the world?"

The Battleship couldn't answer with how hard her grip was, forcing only choked gasps of air out of her as she desperately tried escaping her hand. "Families are gone, homes are eradicated, cities have fallen, all so you can get a shot at playing God in a world that never asked for it."