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The engines roared by the heat and power of the external vigour, animating the weapon that twist through the Dreadnaught's extradimensional shield, and whenthe control nucleus ruptured, the Gotengo's energy drill turned about its central axis of Super Katchin, boring through the central intelligence that animated the whole of its malleable machine body.

Ochazuke sat in his command chair. The bridge was silent, nothing more than solemnity in solitude for him now. despite their training, this maneuver was beyond anything they were prepared for, and the backlash of energies had fallen the men and women of the vessel's crew into unconsciousness. The battlestations alarm fell on deaf ears, but for him whose consciousness had virtually infiltrated every facet of the starship it was like a dull ache that grew sharper through long rounds of fighting.

The Gotengo now operated entirely as an extension of himself, and through this it taxed his will to impart the maneuvers, knowing full well what the remnants of the Dreadnought sloughed off into. Drones, perhaps billions of them, all converging wildly like vermin towards the Earth.

"...Gotengo to EDF Command," his thoughts carried over the frequency were filled with static, this deep inside the giant's fallen corpus, "Hold your positions, we're coming home."

The mass of energy imparted into the starship melded into the energy projection Ochazuke had surrounded it with, its properties augmenting and magnifying the innate structures. From where he floated where the head once was, Ochazuke, alone at the helm, turned the bow-drill downward, the flanged bore and ventral saws seeking to obliterate everything in its path.
It take a the better part of a half an hour of constant fighting, but the Coldlight, the EDF, the Gotengo, and other various defenses the planet had in place finally shreds the last drone.

And silence reigns as, it appears, the attempted siege of Earth from outer space had been stopped cold.