Otomedius Excellent -ntsc-u--iso- [Essential — REVIEW]

It wasn't a core. It wasn't a battleship.

Then Tita’s signal flatlined.

The Lord British didn’t explode. It was simply… absorbed. Pulled into the meat like a pebble into mud. Otomedius Excellent -NTSC-U--ISO-

Aoba looked at the tactical map. Three ships left. Then two. Then just Tita and her. It wasn't a core

Aoba Anoa was sitting on the wing, eating a protein ration. Her hair was white now. Her eyes were the color of old, unreadable data. Otomedius Excellent -NTSC-U--ISO-