Heroic Age (ヒロイック・エイジ)

TheChaosLegion

Far, far away, in a distant time.

In the outer space of this universe there were people who called themselves

"the Tribe of Gold."

They, who created planets and had the power to foresee the future,

called out to the still-primitive other tribes.

"Come forth," they said.

"From the planets you were born on, out into space."

Three tribes responded to their call.

The Tribe of Gold called them...

the Tribe of Silver,

the Tribe of Bronze,

and the Tribe of Hero.

Before long, when the Tribe of Gold decided

to leave this universe for another universe,

a tribe that newly answered their call emerged.

The fourth tribe that came out into space on its own power

Humankind.

The Tribe of Gold named them

the Tribe of Iron.

I feel it...

I feel it for sure... It's ahead.

Dhianeila-sama.

I feel it. Our destination is growing near.

Then...

Please prepare for the declaration, Aneasha.

It's already been two cycles since we got off the starway.

It feels like I've been wandering in circles.

The Argonaut is cruising with -0.3 points margin of error, Master.

I'm just talking about how I feel, Bee no Bee.

There's no way we'd be wandering around with no supplies.

Captain Mobeedo, the Food Division has

released the self-supply ratio for this cycle.

The Health and Labor Division has submitted

the joule estimation for this cycle.

The Bridge Committee should deliberate all items within 20 hours.

The Bridge Committee has voted to request a day off.

They can go to sleep after the budget deliberation, those morons!

What if the deliberations fell behind schedule and there was a food riot or something?

This ship would turn into a ghost ship before you know it!

Our current food stockpile is at more than 15%, Master.

That's not enough!

We are unable to return to the starway

and we don't even have a clear view of our destination!

Finding a lost ship from 60 cycles ago is an extremely reckless act.

But my programming to ensure humankind's right to existence

indicates this is absolutely imperative, Master.

This only means that we've been forced to draw the short straw

in a battle situation that's become so bad we have no choice but to rely on the legend.

I would do anything to secure the throne for the princess,

if only she were willing...

You have a transmission from Dhianeila-sama.

She said to come to the briefing room immediately.

Bee no Bee, what's the probability that the princess wants to go home?

A figure virtually identical to zero, Master.

Is that so...

So you have finally found the planet?

Yes, lolaous.

Stop right there.

Men can't get any closer to her, lolaous.

Congratulations, Dhianeila-sama.

We're currently searching in the direction suggested by the princess.

Bee.

The analysis on the Atlas waveform is completed. I'll now project the image.

Is that a... planet?

To think it really exists in a space where there's not even a starway...

That is the ruined planet, Olone.

The planet which holds the man who will be our savior.

Thank you for the food!

Age is back, Mom!

Return of crew member confirmed.

Approving on board activity according to Code 04.

Check this out, Mom. Age has a Fuuto leg!

The order requested is invalid. Please repeat it carefully.

It's a big leg. If Age eats it a little bit at a time,

it'll last until the next time the clouds come, for sure.

It's ready, Mom.

Operation order accepted. Beginning processing the materials.

It tastes good, Mom.

The code is invalid.

We've had no rain, even when the clouds come lately.

The code is invalid.

The sun must've eaten too many clouds, that's the problem.

When Age eats too many of Fuuto's legs,

they don't come back out for a while.

Do you think so, too, Mom?

The question is invalid. Please repeat it carefully.

Better thank Fuuto.

Thank you for growing big.

Thank you for letting Age eat you all the time, Fuuto!

Aligning with the orbit of the planet.

I know it was expected,

but to think the princess would go down to the planet herself...

The preparations for all the Organ units that are scheduled to descend have been completed.

If anything happens,

be sure you bring the princess back safely, lolaous.

I know, Father.

The princess is now going to descend!

Everyone, be sure to live up to the reputation of the Yunos Knights!

Course clear. Bay opening.

Basilis, taking off.

Releasing the mooring clamp. You're cleared for takeoff.

Engine ignition. Take off.

Basilis separated from the main ship.

Course clear.

Maybe that's the people Dad and the others were talking about...

If so, Age will have to say good-bye to you, Fuuto.

Are these meteorite craters?

On a planet that's been ruined to this extent...

can people really survive?

Even we could survive in this atmosphere.

The solar radiation here is within acceptable levels, though just barely.

I feel a presence of some sort.

Dhianeila-sama has designated the route! All descending forces, change course!

The person is here.

The Tribe of Gold the wisest of all in this universe...

And he's the only human raised by them...