Scenario:Platinum Sky II - Ending - Episode 1

Platinum Sky II - Ending - Episode 1

Though Ishkur is done for, the tornado wall it created blocks the path back. When everyone is about to lose hope, Maddie shows up to help in his MMF form with Blue Orbit in tow.

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Meteon: It stopped...

Meteon: Way to go, (Captain).

Having confirmed Ishkur's shutdown, (Captain) sits back down next to Meteon.

Meteon: Just like you're one heck of a skyfarer, (Captain), Nightcypher's one heck of a machine. Take good care of it.

With that line and an absent smile, Meteon turns the Nightcypher back toward the others.

Vyrn: Yippee!

Lyria: You two are amazing! You're not hurt, are you?

Meteon: Oh, we're fine. But thanks for asking.

Lyria: Has the storm outside the island calmed down as well?

Meteon: About that, I've been trying to get ahold of Fange, but I'm not getting any response. Could the transceiver be broken?

Lyria: Oh no! Those are borrowed...

Fehr: Maybe it only operates within a set distance? And let's not forget the magnetic field from the shield might have a lingering effect.

(Captain) surveys their surroundings and spots something far off on the horizon.

Fehr: Wait. Over there!

Vyrn: Huh?

Meteon: Another tornado?

Lyria: More? But I thought the machine stopped...

Archaeologist: Yes, Ishkur is definitely no longer active.

Vyrn: Then how do you explain that!

Archaeologist: In its current state, Ishkur is unable to generate any more abnormal weather patterns.

Archaeologist: Perhaps what we're seeing are remnants of everything that Ishkur stirred up when it first came back online.

Meteon: This is a lot to handle...

Meteon: What the! It's getting closer!

Fehr: No, it's more like...

Fehr: We're in the eye of the storm. Think of us as being hemmed in by a wind wall on every side.

Catherine: In other words, we're gonna have to poke a hole through the storm if we're going to make it out of here.

Meteon: Right, so I should say it's closing in on us.

Vyrn: Please tell me someone has a plan!

Catherine: Am I right to assume that the machine won't respond anymore?

Archaeologist: Indeed, you are. The storm we currently face is acting independently of Ishkur.

Archaeologist: Just as Ishkur can no longer generate new climate patterns, it cannot extinguish what's already been created.

Catherine: Okay, it's settled then.

Archaeologist: Aah! Ishkur's—

Vyrn: What did you just do!

Catherine: That's for insurance. We wouldn't want Ishkur acting up again, would we.

Lyria: But didn't you come to pick up the device?

Catherine: I make it a point not to carry out the jobs I take blindly.

Catherine: I'd already planned on destroying the gadget if it turned out to be something dangerous.

Vyrn: Good point... Who knows what might happen if this fell into the wrong hands.

Archaeologist: Certainly, you didn't have to go this far...

The archaeologist slumps before the bullet-riddled Ishkur.

Catherine: I hope you don't take it personally, but this isn't something we could afford to leave behind.

Catherine: It's far too powerful and unwieldy for civilization to take control of.

Catherine: Besides, I'm of the opinion that skydwellers trying to take the weather into their own hands is flat-out wrong.

Meteon: You said it.

Meteon: Be it mechanical or natural, power of such magnitude isn't to be taken lightly.

Eyeing the approaching storm wall, Meteon mutters under his breath.

Vyrn: I think it's time we made tracks, guys.

Fehr: But my ship...

Fehr: Won't fly.

Meteon: ...

Catherine: Which means we've only got Nightcypher and Smokin' Cathy to bail us out of here.

Lyria: If we huddle up close together, we should all be able to fit in.

Meteon: Sure, but the real question is, would we be able to break out of here like that?

Vyrn: Whaddya mean?

Meteon: Having piloted both ships, I can tell you that if we did make it, it'd be by the skin of our teeth.

Meteon: Both vessels are pretty badly damaged from battling the storms all this time.

Meteon: And Smokin' Cathy's remaining fuel level doesn't have me feeling too optimistic.

Meteon: Whether it's got the speed and horsepower to break through that wall is going to be one heck of a gamble.

Vyrn: How 'bout us?

Meteon: I'd say Nightcypher stands a decent chance.

Meteon: Problem is, there's no way all seven of us are gonna fit in there.

Vyrn: Oh, I know! Why don't we go back and get your Blue Orbit?

Meteon: That's out of the question.

Meteon responds firmly, his eyes locked on the ever-shrinking storm wall.

Meteon: We wouldn't make it in time.

Meteon: At the rate they're moving, those searing winds would reach Blue Orbit before us.

Lyria: Then Blue Orbit's really...

Tears well up in Lyria's eyes, but Meteon simply smiles.

Meteon: Thanks for the concern, Lyria.

Fehr: As far as I can tell, Blue Orbit's been your pride and joy ever since your debut race, Meteon...

Meteon: Yeah...

Fehr: Many racers simply choose a different ship for each new race, instead of tweaking their machines to better suit the specific course.

Fehr: By its very nature, skyracing is a highly intense and dangerous sport.

Fehr: Oftentimes, machines come apart and have to be replaced with new ones... Yet, in your case...

Meteon: Right. If I was going to see that dazzling view, I made sure it was always through Blue Orbit's windshield.

Fehr: View?

Meteon: But even then, I never lost sight of how dangerous skyracing was.

Meteon: That's why I've always given it 120% every second I'm on the track. If it meant losing my trusty sidekick in the process, I was ready for it.

Meteon: Though you know...

Meteon: I always thought that if Blue Orbit had to go one day, it'd be when I was riding it.

Fehr: Meteon...

Meteon: Anyway, it's time for us to make a difficult choice.

Meteon: Do a few of us ride out of here on Nightcypher...

Meteon: Or should we take our chances with Smokin' Cathy...

Meteon: Or should we all stay behind and pray that the storm will peter out before it hits us?

Catherine: There's not much time to dwell on it either.

Meteon: Right, take your pick.

Fehr: ...

A tense silence fills the air.
Just then, static crackles from Meteon's transceiver.

???: ...!

Meteon: Huh? What was that...

Fangio: Hey, kiddo!

Meteon: Fange!

Fangio: Finally got a connection. There's no time to waste, so listen up.

Meteon: The situation's looking pretty dire here, old man—

Fangio: Shut up and listen, damn it! You were transmitting the whole time, so I know what's going on there.

Fangio: Someone'll be there to pick you up.

Meteon: Huh? What?

Fangio: No one's quitting today, kiddo. You'd better come back in one p—

Meteon: Fange! Fange! Hey!

Meteon: I got cut off again...

Fehr: He mentioned someone's coming?

Lyria: Who could it possibly be?

Vyrn: How would that even be possible? Who'd be crazy enough to break through that storm wall?

Lyria: That sound!

Vyrn: It's Machine-Man! He's done that fusion thing again!

Fehr: Wasn't that his ship from the PSC?

Lyria: I thought he couldn't use it right now.

Meteon: I don't know what the deal is, but it looks like Maddie's not our only guest.

Fehr: Blue Orbit!