Scenario:Platinum Sky II - Chapter 6: Riding On - Episode 1

Platinum Sky II - Chapter 6: Riding On - Episode 1

Meteon apologizes to Fangio via transmission for forfeiting Blue Orbit, but the mechanic, not being one to get sentimental, simply spurs him to action.

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Fehr: What are you saying!

Meteon: Blue Orbit won't take me any further.

Lyria: Wh-what makes you so sure?

Meteon: The damage from the rock collision earlier was considerably greater than I expected.

Meteon: And all the wear and tear from recklessly flying through the storm is starting to take its toll.

Meteon: It's on its last leg.

Meteon: If this was just another race, I'd have no problem at all pushing through to the end.

Meteon: But this is no race.

Lyria: But...

Meteon: Thankfully, we now have Catherine's speedship available to us.

Meteon: I took a quick look, and it's got more heft and can take more punishment than Blue Orbit.

Meteon: Nor could I find any damage on it—no small thanks to the pilot, I'm sure.

Catherine: You're making me blush.

Meteon: Nightcypher, Smokin' Cathy, and Lightning Violet...

Meteon: The three of them have space enough to get every single one of us out of here.

Vyrn: Hold up, Racer Champ!

Meteon: Blue Orbit was originally built with one purpose in mind—speed.

Meteon: Which means it's the lightest and most fragile of all the ships here.

Fangio: You plan on flying with Blue Orbit again this time, kiddo?

Meteon: That's the plan. Of course, it's gonna need some work done on it.

Fangio: You can say that again...

Meteon: Does it look doable?

Meteon: It's true that Blue Orbit's focus on mobility and speed makes it unsuitable for harsh weather conditions, but...

Fangio: Hey, I didn't say anything about it being impossible. You sure do know how to drum up extra work for me though.

Meteon: That's what you're worried about? Shouldn't you be itching for this chance to really put your mechanic skills to the test?

Fangio: Oh, shut it! Save your arrogance for the racetrack and give me a hand!

Meteon: Of course, Fange and I made some tweaks to Blue Orbit just for this race. But even with that...

Lyria: Is there... Is there really no other way than to leave your ship behind?

Lyria: Blue Orbit's like your partner...

Meteon: I appreciate the sentiment, Lyria.

Meteon: But it's precisely because I've been through so much with Blue Orbit that I can't afford to take my chances with it, knowing how slim they are.

As a thick silence begins to fill the room, Meteon puts a hand on his transceiver.

Meteon: Fange, you hearing this?

Fangio: Yeah.

Meteon: Sorry to break it to you this way...

Fangio: You're apologizing to me? What for? It's your ship; you decide what you wanna do with it.

Meteon: Fair enough... It's more than that though.

Meteon: I feel like you're having to forfeit a second race on this island, and this time it's all my fault.

Fangio: If there's one regret I've got in my old age, it's that when I last flew that course in my prime...

Fangio: My ship went belly-up halfway through the race, and I had to call it quits...

Fangio: Geez, how stuck-up can you be...

Fangio: When did this turn into a forfeit? Heck, we're just getting to the best part.

Meteon: True.

Fangio: So how about we quit it with the sentimental crap and go stop ourselves a weather-control machine?

Meteon: Nuff said!