One by one, ships emerge. They keep on coming. They don't resemble any ships you've seen so far. They make up a massive fleet. Large ships, small ships. There are even random ships jammed in between the uniform models, random cruisers and freighters.

Only one person in your group recognizes these ships. You'll find out who in a second. A mountain sun soldier runs up, panting heavily, carrying a small dome. It glows blue, like the one in the hall, and just seems to be a smaller version. "Message for the Admiral." Pythia steps back and they set it down, stepping back in time. Pythia grins when it activates. The person it shows, a troll by the looks of it, salutes with a smug, but bright, grin. "General Tylus Valentine, reporting for duty. Nice to see you again, Blood Moon." The Elysians are here. And that would be the Baker. Pythia salutes back. "Nice to see you again, General." They laugh and lower their hand. "So, you went and made yourself a second bluebird day without inviting me? Tragic."

"Oh! Hello, Silas!" They wave at you. "Nice to see you safe and sound."

"I do!" Tylus exclaims. "I led the army on Bluebird day, against the Empress. Your ancestors took her down, you know." They nod approvingly. "We're here to help. Any particular place we need to be?" "Thhe miners are sic'in thhe shhips." Lepiot adds from the background. "Flo got em all riled up. No more Baroness for thhem. It's a full-scale revolution, baby." "In that case..." Pythia nods to Lepiot before turning back to Tylus. "We could really use some ground support. But hey, you're the general here. You call the shots." They nod. "I'll see to it, then. Hold tight and stay safe, firecracker." The hologram deactivates. You hear, all the way up there, a deafening cry. Long live the sun. It isn't a massacre anymore. Now it's a battle. Ships begin to descend towards the city. They'll unload Elysians, and your numbers will be evened out significantly.

A light red blush graces her cheeks. "We've known each other for a long time. They used to let me sleep in their bakery when I needed to lay low."

Pythia turns to you and grins, putting her hands on her hips. "I have a feeling that's a thing they do. Giving lonely kids free food, a place to say." She tilts her head a little. "Though you probably weren't running for your life. And you probably didn't steal things as often." "Anyway." She waves a hand dismissively. "We should be in the sky fighting, and split up into smaller groups. It's more of a search and destroy now, than anything. The troops will take care of the common soldiers. We need to focus on the bigger players here." "Important people, big ships. That sort of thing."

She nods to you. "You can split up however you'd like."

They snort loudly. "A pen? Whhat fuckin year is it?? Of course I don't hhave a pen. My hhandle's-" They stop. "I don't hhave a hhandle anyway. I'll get back to you whhen I do."

"Anyone you saw that's important?" Pythia raises an eyebrow at Quin.

She frowns. "Well that's definitely fucking bad."

"If nothing else, we can find her and invite Finley. But she does sound important, especially where fighting others is involved." Pythia taps her chin with a hum.

"It would." She nods. "I might be able to find her, if I can find anything connected to her."

"Oh." Pythia mentions, lifting off the ground. "We need to find Rigel at some point, too. I can't feel my wing."

She blinks in surprise. "It's not a big deal. I'll live. The building is closer, so we go there first."

Your emotional radar seems to be working, but not at full capacity.

You're still tired. It's probably that.

Anyone else?

He nods silently, starting towards you.

You'd assume there should be major people on the larger ships, but those are the most heavily defended.

Most of the smaller ships are either engaged in dogfights with Elysian ships or being overrun by miners. The battle really is turning.

My answer translates to forget about them.

You feel several different things of various intensities and types. There's a massive presence of Katanalosi on the large worshiper ship above, and another concentrated in the gardens. There are a few other important Kat hotspots that you can detect on medium ships above. You can feel one particularly focused concentration of her on one of the two remaining large Baroness ships, but it feels different, almost distant. You bet that's her. Switching gears, the Baroness' important players are harder to find, not bearing the stamp of the deity themselves. You sense someone very self-assured on the large Baroness ship, but not the one the Baroness is on. They're probably important. Another fast mind, like a hunger, moves quickly through the air. A small Baroness fighter leads a whole pack of them. They hunt down and destroy other ships friendly to your cause. Speaking of hunting, you feel a different presence, faint, but like a deity. A pack runs swiftly through the streets, and it is not your own. Tl;dr? There's a lot of shit going on. You feel as if there is plenty more hiding from your radar. The big Kat people are probably just too strong to give a fuck, you'd reckon.

After a quick exchange with Parker that ends in a hug, Milo flies back to the alleyway and lifts Seth up, intending to take him to the gardens. Painon and Lepiot have an extremely awkward conversation. Sebastian and Cole leave upwards to fight together. A soldier comes running up to Parker, carrying a bloody sword and very bad news.

They're ridiculously fast. It swerves away from you when you get close.

There are about 20, at your approximate estimation. They're moving too fast, to powerfully, for telekinesis.

The swarm turns and enters a formation, bolting away from you. Only a moment later they bank sideways, circling around straight for you.

You seem to hit something important on one, so that it begins smoking, but it doesn't slow down. This is fine until they begin firing back.

The shockwave jolts them a little, but not enough to permanently damage anything. The ships split and turn, reordering and gunning for another pass. You feel yourselves all dragged down again beneath them, out of harm's way, before you can do anything else. "SORRY!" Parker zips up next to you, releasing you all. "Just wanted to check up on you guys. Glad you're having fun."

"Hi Finn!" He grins back. "Hi, Hale! Oh, I had some advice, as the vice CEO of telekinesis and all."

Parker gives a little "aw" under his breath, then clears his throat. The ships fly past. "If you can't slow something down, then try turning the tables! It's always easier to speed things up." He turns and quickly thrusts an open palm towards the back of the ships as they fly away, as an example. Space ripples outwards and the ships swerve, a few crashing into one another and spinning off uselessly. "Like your sibling grabbing onto the back of your bike and pushing it way faster than you want to go." Parker nods. "Remember to stay on your toes! These are smart-ish people, and they'll think of ways to avoid whatever you do. Stay one step ahead! I'm gonna go check on Seth and Milo now! You kids have fun!!" He waves and drifts back downwards. "Try not to blow up anything that's on our side!"

The ships split apart and circle upwards, further into space. They seem to be adopting a new strategy already.

It looks sort of like they're trying to make a plan, probably to deal with whoever they think poses the greatest threat. Doesn't take a genius to guess who they'll go for. Cue the party horns, they've got a plan. The ships divide into three groups and circle out of sight behind larger ships.

The bad news is that they weren't going from behind! They were going from below. You know, where you just went? The good news is that only one third of them are! Another third emerges from behind ships above you, spiraling down towards you, catching you between them and the ones below. I'm sure you can guess where the other third is.

You slice through the wing of a ship and send it spiraling away. A shot grazes your side, but you ignore it. They do indeed keep going, and you push them quickly enough that they mostly crash into one another, rendering them useless, spinning off in trails of smoke. The last third of the ships races towards you too fast to counter, thanks to your distraction with the others. Without warning, they all split apart moments from tearing the three of you to shreds and swerve off in random directions.