(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

Last Stage

Clay Doll on the Cradle

Music is HIGHLY recommended, this is one of my favorite tracks in the series.
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The wind howled and shrieked in the large and empty tundra, permanent frost and ice flaking and shattering as the wind that tormented them for millennia was occasionally broken up by a lone figure. They stood out in the endless white, an almost pure black figure with a head of silver walking through the bone chilling gales, towards her final destination.

Z73 arrived only a few miles away from her end goal before stopping, guessing it was better to not run in face first in case of traps or preparations made against her doing so. Even then, she could feel the pressure mounting as she approached, and the dark environment, barely illuminated by the southern lights streaking through the sky, was all she had as a way to guide her vision forward.

That, and night vision thanks to her glowing red eyes.

But now, her feet finally came to a stop, as she could see just beyond the horizon, nothing but small dots of varying colors and heights. She narrowed her own, knowing exactly what that was.

"So the welcome committee was just out here the whole time..."

The entire remainder of the Siren ground forces, numbering close to one thousand variants of their drones from the destroyer type ones to the Battleships and Carriers, all waiting for her arrival. Each one was lined up side by side with riggings out and powered as she approached, illuminating every body there to fight her.

An army of women and a one woman army.

Behind the Sirens stood a large building, one scraping into the skies that shimmered into reality once she got close enough. If that were some sort of optical camouflage, why did they disengage it now that she approached?

'No no, question that later. If anything, it's to draw me in to continue fighting...and no doubt, Adapter is there with Marco.'

She cracked her one good arms fingers, and each Siren's weapon slowly lit up as they became combat ready to annihilate the Anomaly that had plagued their plans and whims for far too long. This was going to be a long battle, and 73 knew that already.

Thus, there was only one way to proceed, as her eyes changed to the tint of the Sirens ahead of her, and her Armament sprung from her body.

Thusly, the battle to decide the future began.
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Lasers flew in a wave, a bright flash of light that filled the area with color and heat as they shot towards Z73, who still hadn't moved from her spot. It was a thousand to one, a clear loss in numbers alone.

But she had tricks, and she needed to be fast if she wanted this to be smooth.

Her eyes shined a brighter gold as she bent her knees, the lasers soon to hit before she sprung forward towards them, feeling them almost scorch her skin with the proximity.

"Fracture."

The world crumbled into nothing as the empty space replaced it, as it always does with this ability. She easily ducked under the predicted paths of the lasers, running through each one without worry as she approached the Siren firing line.

The world soon flickered to normal as the duration hit it's peak, and she reappeared into the normal world with time having been erased, leaving the Siren ahead of her confused and horrified that she was right in front of her.

"SHE'S HE—"

She couldn't finish her sentence before her head flew from her shoulders, courtesy of Z73's new metallic arm. It could hit far harder than her normal one ever could, what with no muscles to tear or feel pain from.