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At first, nothing. Then a hum. Low, subsonic, thrumming through her teeth. It wasn't a noise. It was a frequency . A language.

, the ship’s stoic, bespectacled operator, appeared on the main screen. “Bacterian signature is off the charts. It’s not a standard strain. It’s… intelligent. It tore through the outer perimeter in twelve seconds.” Otomedius Excellent -NTSC-U--ISO-

“No!” Aoba dove, her Vulcan cannons stitching a line of hot lead across the tentacle. It didn't even flinch. It simply retracted the limb, sucking Strue’s wreckage into the fleshy surface of the moon. She didn’t eject. At first, nothing

The Lord British made a desperate run for the central crater. Tita fired everything—the Mega Crush, the lasers, the missiles. For a glorious three seconds, the flesh burned. Aoba saw the core. It was a pulsing, crystalline heart the size of a skyscraper. It wasn't a noise

It was never supposed to be a combat mission.