Y3. The Final Form

“Our region of twisted space-time has reached a particularly interesting scale of size and velocity.”

“Spit it out, Professor.”

“We’ve crossed a threshold,” said Akayama. “We expended energy accelerating space-time to make the Wheel, but now the Wheel is producing energy.”

“Nice!” Lucille watched the Enemy Hurricane crawl through space on its scorpion pincers. “We can use spare energy.”

“Already done,” said Akayama. “I’m converting it directly into mass.”

U. Spokes

“How horrifying,” said Lucille, to the Enemy Hurricane. She faked a sob while grinning ear to ear. “If you’d relinquish my parents, I’d do anything. I’d even surrender.”

The Enemy Hurricane condensed into a blob which smiled almost broadly as Lucille. “Have I your word?”

“My word.” Lucille covered her heart with her right hand and bent her left arm up at a right angle. “Eject them for me to inspect. They must be ordinary, breathing humans, and they must not be represented in your mind afterward. Then we surrender.”

“Commander!” said Feito.

“You can’t surrender on our behalf!” said Eisu.

“I accept your conditions.” The Enemy Hurricane spat two human bodies from its slobbery maw. “Inspect them at your leisure.”

T. Wings

The white light collected on either side of the Galaxy Zephyr’s spine. With the blare of Gnostic archons’ trumpets, sixteen white wings erupted, each longer than the Galaxy Zephyr was tall. Every feather was a jet engine.

Lucille snickered. “Not a bad look.” She flipped her hair back, and the Galaxy Zephyr grew a silvery blue ponytail like that of her late mother, Princess Lucia. “Charlie, Daisuke, Eisu, Feito, each of your teams takes the four nearest wings. Learn your controls.”

S. Lucille Pulls the Chain

Lucille smirked and bit her own thumb. “Ikuzo.”

At her command, the Galaxy Zephyr’s pink flesh stretched across space to engulf the Enemy Hurricane’s severed purple thumb. The combined mass returned to the Galaxy Zephyr and enveloped it. Now Lucille’s ten thousand pilots controlled a giant purple robot twenty orders of magnitude larger than the Milky Way had been. The giant purple robot wore pointed sunglasses like those of Lucille’s late father, Commander Bojack. Lucille’s Wheel increased in diameter to match their new height.

Still, compared to the Enemy Hurricane, the Galaxy Zephyr was merely thumb-sized. Lucille pulled levers with both hands. “Eisu, Feito, advance!”

R. The Wheel of Fortune

“You heard her!” Lucille shouted in her microphone to the ten thousand pilots of her Galaxy Zephyr. “Transfer power to our heart!”

Feito saluted on Lucille’s main monitor. “Are you sure, Commander?”

Eisu saluted beside his sister on the monitor. “Without power, we can’t even try to escape the thumb.”

Daisuke saluted above Feito. “Commander, I recommend fleeing at full speed.”

Above Eisu, Charlie lit a cockroach and puffed. “Transferring power.”

Q. Under The Thumb

That thumb was trillions of times their size. Lucille rubbed the Galaxy Zephyr’s hands along its sternum. “Hakase, if you’ve got a last-minute scheme, now’s the time.”

“I know, I know.” Professor Akayama squirmed her bird-like body in Zephyr-Alpha-Purple. “I’m merging with our Hurricane Armor.”

“You just got here,” said Daisuke. “You can’t leave now!”

“I’ll leave a wireless puppet in my stead.” When Akayama opened ZAP’s hatch, her body split into two. One piece merged with the Galaxy Zephyr’s Hurricane Armor. The other piece was a three-foot tall bird-pilot, which sat squarely in ZAP’s chair. It called to Lucille: “buy time.”

“I trust you, bird-thing.” Lucille moved ZAB’s monitors and pressed buttons to display the leader of her computer specialists. “Release our secret weapon.”

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