You and Vice controlled the Colossus together. As the engine started... Soroz, shrouded in Aurora, has truly awakened.
- Plot Recap
"Primary Control... normal. Powering up..."
"Biological modules... abnormal and nearly exhausted."
"Life support... in shutdown."
"Generator... normal. Attempting to start..."
"10%... 23%..."
"76%... 85%..."
"Failed to start. Failure count: 3922."
Navigator:
Nope, still not working Why? Why is it not working? What is the problem? Ugh, reaching my limits again...?
Dove:
Coo Coo... What's the matter with Navigator...?
Angel:
If you're sure, Vice, now is the time.
Vice:
This piano things is the control panel for the Colossus, right? Let me help you start the Colossus, Navigator.
Navigator:
With me? You're an Aurorian, Vice. You don't have psychic abilities.
Vice:
But I can be your strength. I...can help.
Navigator:
...?
Vice:
Believe in me, Navigator. You and I... We're really not that different. It's a long story. I'll tell you next time when I have the chance!
Navigator:
But do you really know how to use the control panel?
Vice:
Of course! Don't forget that I know a thing or two about Colossi! And Illumina has been trying to rebuild Colossi and recruit Navigators. It's a pity that... Anyway, we might be able to power it up if we work together!
Navigator:
But if there's a problem, both of our heads might... As you put it, explode.
Vice:
This is the only option left. We have to try even if it's risky.
Navigator:
Alright, I suppose there's no turning back anyway. Come over and sit with me. Let me show you how to "play" it...
Generator...normal. Attempting to start...
Vice:
Navigator, just tell me what I need to do.
Navigator:
It's very simple. It's just like playing the piano.
Vice:
But there's no score here! Can you point out which keys I should play?
16%... 33%...
Vice:
I can feel... the energy flowing.
Navigator:
Are you imbuing Lumina?
Vice:
Yes. It's like a conversation, though I can't understand the language of Colossi.
Navigator:
The language lies within the piano keys, Vice.
89%... 97%...
Navigator:
It's working... This is... unbelievable.
Vice:
Navigator, is the song almost over yet?
Navigator:
Yes. Let's finish the activation command, Vice.
Vice:
The final note—
100% successfully started.
Illumina Squad Captain:
What's going on? It's lighting up all around us!
Dove:
Is the bridge glowing?
Soroz:
Navigator!!
Vice:
We-we started it!
Navigator:
...!
Soroz:
We did it, Navigator! I can't believe we did it!
Vice:
So this is what the bridge looks like! It's so bright! So pretty... Is this the color of Lumina? Or is it aurora? I'm stunned... I've never seen anything like this before...
Navigator:
Is that what the real sky looks like? It's hard to look at, but is absolutely gorgeous... I still can't believe we did it! And I never felt exploding power like this! You're back to your old self, Soroz!
Soroz:
Affirmative! Power is surging through every fiber of my being, but I still need some time before I can take flight. There may be enemies in the vicinity. Please stay alert!
Navigator:
A little warm up after not moving for so long?
Soroz:
Right you are! You look like you still got a lot left in you.
Vice:
Be careful not to tire yourself out, Navigator!
Navigator:
I'm feeling great, Vice. Nothing's wrong with me! I've always dreamt of how I'd leave here and return to the world. But I never thought it would be like this and with a bunch of Aurorians! We've achieved what I thought was impossible!
Vice:
It's hard for me to imagine all this, too. A perfect Colossus, the Aurora at my fingertips... You know, just yesterday I was only an Illumina soldier who couldn't take on a single Eclipsite...
Ripple across the screen. Now the screen is completely black.
Navigator:
So dizzy.. That dream... Again?
???:
Schummer, why!?
???:
Schummer, you traitor! How dare you betray your own kind for power?!
Schummer:
Traitors and defectors are mere labels given by hypocrites and cowards. Eraveil is dead, my fellow Caelesties. I shall realize your so-called values in my own way. Struggling is futile. Nothing personal, just survival of the fittest...
???:
No!!!
Soroz:
...That dream again?
Navigator:
No... more. Soroz, what does this all mean? What are these all about!?
I...can't let these meaningless images cloud my mind. Now that I've activated it, I need to keep the Colossus stabilized... Come on, concetrate...
Soroz:
Good work, Navigator. The images you saw... will soon be explained. Even I am looking for answers, and now, I believe we're ready to find them.
Navigator:
You're talking cryptically again, Soroz. But no matter... Today, I finally did it.
Soroz:
Yes. Keep going. As a Caelestite, the vast blue sky is all yours to explore.
Navigator:
But the answer... What could it possibly be? My people, my Eraveil... If the answer ends up being what I fear most— What's the meaning of all this?
Wait! These aren't illusions!
Navigator:
It all feels so real... Too real to be illusions! They MUST be real, right!?
Soroz:
Since they exist in your consciousness, they must be rooted in traces of reality. That is undeniable.
Navigator:
Stop dogging the question, Soroz... I need an answer.
Soroz:
I'm sorry... I want to answer you too, but I can't. I simply don't remember. I lost everything that night. The only thing I remember is the order to keep you alive.
Navigator:
...
Soroz:
Reality or illusion... All that matters now is that our journey has begun. And you're ready to find out answers by yourself now, aren't you?
Navigator:
But the answer... What could it possibly be? My people, my Eraveil... If the answer ends up being what I fear most— What's the meaning of all this?
What are you hiding from me?
Navigator:
Answer me, Soroz. What are you hiding? Are these images real or fake?
Soroz:
I don't know, Navigator.
Navigator:
You must be joking...
Soroz:
I'm not lying to you. The fact is, all my knowledge of that time is lost in a deep sea of clouded memories. I have always hoped to give you an answer rather than false hope, but it seems that our fate has changed. And with the help of your new friends, you're ready to find out answers by yourself now, aren't you?
Navigator:
But the answer... What could it possibly be? My people, my Eraveil... If the answer ends up being what I fear most— What's the meaning of all this?
