[X] Try and talk to that one Ple sister who escaped the last battle. Londo Bell picked her up, right? Maybe she can help in some way?
One of Sicilia's older sisters was rescued from the last battle, if you remember correctly. As the only escapee of that initial assault, surely she has some information or insights on your opponent.
Takes a bit of asking around, but you eventually find out where she is. The observation deck of the Ra Cailum. You make sure to grab little Sicilia before heading out. Wouldn't want her to miss out on meeting another of her sisters, after all.
It's not too hard to pick her out. Woman with reddish-brown hair in a Zeon Republic pilot suit staring out the window. She stands out.
"Excuse me," you call out as you and Sicilia approach her, "You're Lutetia, right?"
She turns, startled, "Ah, yes. Who are you? Wait…"
Lutetia kneels down to greet Little Sis, "Hey there. Camilla told me about you. Have you been taking care of yourself?"
"Yep!" Sicilia gives her a thumbs up, "Big Sis has been taking care of me!"
"Good. Good." She stands back up and shakes your hand, "Nice to finally meet you, Cybele Naese. My sister has only had good things to say about you."
"I'm glad to have a good reputation amongst your family. So…" You motion for her to sit with you on the nearby couches, "You fought our target, right? I was hoping that you might have some advice or insight on what we're about to head into."
"Yes. The Phenex and the Neo Zeong II…" She looks away, shame and grief marring her face, "If we were just a bit more skilled… I'm sorry that you have to deal with our failure."
She lost one of her sisters during that fight, right? You know what it's like to lose a sibling.
"Hey," You put your hand on her shoulder, "don't worry, we all know what we're doing. Camilla is still alive. I swear, we'll rescue her."
"Yeah!" Sicilia pumps her fist, "We'll save her! You can count on Big Sis!"
Lutetia gives her younger sister a thin smile, "Thank you… I'm sorry that I don't have much to tell you. It was all over so fast… If your will and resolve is weak, you won't be able to resist the Phenex's light. I was shaken when Gretchen died. That moment of hesitation cost me my Qubeley. Take care not to suffer the same fate."
You nod. Good info. Although you're not too sure what you can do about hardening your resolve… well, that's more of a thing you just do, right? Mind over matter and all that.
"Right. Don't worry, we're determined to win." You reassure her confidently, "Just wait, we'll bring your sister back to you."
"…About that." She looks back to you, "Take me with you."
… Huh?
"I don't have a Mobile Suit anymore," she continues, "but I heard that yours is a two-seater, and your normal copilot is going to be flying a Mobile Armor instead. So take me with you. I won't be a burden."
Take her with you? You don't know her piloting style, you've never flown with her before, would having her onboard really help at all?
"Please." She steps closer, a desperate gleam in her eyes, "I can't sit here and do nothing while Camilla is in danger."
You don't know. It seems rather risky, and-
You feel a tug on your pant leg. Sicilia looks up at you. She nods.
…
Alright.
"Fine." You sigh, "Welcome onboard, Lutetia. Let's save your sister."
"Thank you." She smiles, relieved, "You won't regret this."
You really hope you don't.
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"Cybele Naese and Lutetia in the Fiver II…" You announce as you slowly push the throttle forwards, the cables holding the Mobile Armor in place beginning to strain, "Launching!"
Multiple latches and clamps release, sending the mooring cables away from your unit like a blooming flower, and your engines roar.
The Fiver II, under your careful guidance, makes its way out from behind the supply vessels that were towing it. Ahead of you are the warships, with the bright thruster plumes of Mobile Suits being launched from their decks.
The sky is filling with them.
"This is Amuro. All units, assume formation and prepare to burn for AO."
Cascadia Team falls into place besides the Fiver II. You can hardly see Lorelei's MP Nu behind her shields. Mort's Methuss is looking pretty bare bones, but that giant beam cannon on the nose looks fearsome. Eris's Mk.III really stands out under all those Full Armor parts, and Theo is maneuvering a bit more smoothly than before… Everyone came prepared.
"Big Sis!" Sicilia calls out as she slides in beneath the Fiver II in the Lord Frith, "Your Mobile Armor looks so cool!"
Heh, yeah, you guess it is pretty cool. A lot less maneuverable than you'd like, though. The big-ass gun makes up for it, though.
"Initiate burn on my mark…… Mark!"
The innumerable flashes of light blaze even brighter all around you, and your own shines blindingly as you push the thrusters for the burn. All of you are going to fight the Neo Zeong II… the Phenex… Rita Bernal.
You swear, you're all going to make it back alive.
"Losses are inevitable, you know." Your new mentor speaks in the back of your mind,
"It's best not to get too attached to your allies. It'll only hurt more when you lose them."
"Can it." You snap quietly at her. You don't want to hear that, going into a dangerous battle.
"Very well. Just prepare yourself."
No. That won't happen. You won't let it.
Losing Kaylen was already too much. You won't lose anyone else.
Again. Again they come. They come for you and your wings.
It hurts. It hurts so much, and the Phenex isn't helping as much as it normally does.
Your head feels like it's splitting open. So much rage. So much resentment and grief.
These new wings you've taken hurt you, but they keep the bad men away. You won't let them go until you're safe!
"Leave me alone, why won't you leave me alone!" You claw at your arms until you feel blood in between your fingers, dripping down your hands, "Let me fly free, please! What… What did I do to deserve this?!"
Nothing, your new wings whisper to you.
You are innocent.
It is the world which deserves to burn.
Your golden wings are silent, not refuting what your new wings say.
So they must be right.
"Kill… Kill all of you!" You grip the controls with red-slicked hands, tears floating away from your stinging eyes as you glare at the incoming signatures on the sensors, "Th-Then I can be free!"
Two large bad machines are coming in from the sides. They're trying to get behind you. Dangerous. For you, for them. You can't simply ignore machines that big, especially if they're being used by bad men.
But farther out, sitting there as if waiting, are two large machines with many little ones following in their wake.
You can feel them, they… almost all of them are birds just like you! But they're bad birds, here to peck and claw at you! Why can't you all fly free together?!
Your new wings whisper to you again.
To fly free, you have to fly alone.
Cut through them. Conquer the skies.
If the skies are yours, nobody can stop your flight.
"Nobody…" You giggle in delight at the thought, "Nobody can stop me!"
[] Stand your ground. These skies are yours and you will not move.
[] Let the two large machines herd you towards the others. You're confident that whatever they are planning, they shall fall before the power of your wings.
[] Charge the waiting group. Do it before the two bad machines to your sides have time to double back. Divide them, make them fall.