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They really don't have much faith in you, Caju.

Despite Caju—one of the best pilots to join Cosmos Administration—being sent to track and drag Saturn down to that disappointing planet called Earth, Pandora still felt the need to continue sending fleets. Why? If Caju can't get Saturn back, there's no hope. Why waste everyone's time?

Saturn can't catch a break. He takes down 5 ships and 10 ships replace them. He takes down 10 ships and there's this moment of peace—until there's a new fleet of 30.

And look! There's a fleet speeding towards him now.

Gamma Cygni is a flashy thing, of bright pinks and blues, as luminous as the star its named after. It doesn't suit its dull pilot in the slightest, Saturn thinks, since he knew said pilot (for a single night). The ship bursts beams of vivid color, lasers that could cut into the Kraken Mare, if Saturn had no idea what he was doing. But he does know, comfortably outmaneuvering the Gamma Cygni's every move. The beams are getting closer and closer and closer, the heat radiating through the Kraken Mare's side, but Saturn is faster: the second it stops to recharge, Saturn rips away the hand of Gamma Cygni before it can continue firing. It's over.

But it isn't actually over yet. There's still Zeta Persei and Beta Leporis... and whoever is sent after him next.

They've gotten cocky, too! They think those cracks Caju gifted him mean anything. They think they stand a chance because of the Kraken Mare's wound, but the wound is not a wound—it's lines in its metal flesh that don't hurt. It's nothing. Caju has done those fleets no favors.

They're so bold! Confidently wrong. It's funny, but it's also tiring and tedious.

Saturn tries to make a game of it but their hearts aren't into it. He hopes Caju will play with him again soon, if only so he doesn't die from boredom.

He doesn't know what he'll do when Cosmos Administration really shuts down. When ships will stop trailing him because they'll all be destroyed until there's not a single ship left but his own.

When Saturn will be truly alone.

...Maybe if he had made a plan, things would've been different. Maybe Cupid would have joined him—

—No, that's not true.

He didn't want Cupid to join him.

He had asked once if Cupid would tag along with him but the question itself was a joke. Cupid wouldn't say yes, and Saturn wouldn't let him come even if Cupid agreed. It'd be awkward. It'd be difficult. For both of them.

Who cares that Cupid isn't here?

Saturn has always been lonely. To be a little lonelier... How much more could it possibly hurt?

He doesn't want to find out, but he's willing to. Whether he has an army behind him or nothing but the stars by his side, he will never go back.

Which is why he keeps fighting: he puts Zeta Persei and Beta Leporis out of commission, and he promises to those pilots that he'll do the same to the next ship that gets close enough.

He's rewarded for his efforts with a grace period. Taking advantage of the brief free time he has, he leaves Jupiter behind him, heading back to Mars like an excited kid.

The Kraken Mare has lots of mysteries and he's figured out some of them, like the radar Cupid conveniently forgot to mention! He watches it carefully: the fleet he defeated is gone but there's a lone ship on Mars that's caught his eye. Perhaps he'll get to see Caju again sooner than he thought!