The entire trip back to the Snowesian homeworld was filled with Prescott and the Emperor's battle continuing. Prescott had managed to break free from the Emperor's grip shortly after the ship left Xephos II's orbit. He broke through every attempt to recapture him, hopping, diving, and sliding though, around, and past every last Snowesian soldier. His ionzed laser shotgun, Saint Helen, turned Snowesian soldiers into scalded piles of ionized ash. Eventually, despite their best efforts, the Snowesians lost their human captive. The Emperor growled in a tone suggesting he was... well past his tolerance limit for failure.
"Get us home!" He yelled commandingly, "We'll flush him out there!" The Snowesian troops dared-not to defy their emperor. Meanwhile, Prescott had made it into a maintenance room where he be assessed his options. As his mind went to work, he made a series of adjustments to his armor's diagnostic computer. Armor tiles began to arrange themselves in order to repair Prescott's destroyed chestplate. This was a defensive move only Prescott's armor was capable of making. His breathing was labored, more so than usual. His eyes scanned invisible lines of code, words, and more as every move he made was a blur. His mind was hyper-anaylizing every possible every move, every possible outcome, every... possible... strategy." Once he'd found his best odds of survival and his armor's temporary repairs had finished, Prescott left his hiding spot and raced for the ship's bridge.
"Emperor! The human is making his to... HERE!?!" Exclaimed a Snowesian soldiers as Prescott exploded through the doors and landing in front of the seated Emperor. Music the Snowesians couldn't understand pounded into Prescott's eardrums as if it was being injected into his skull like adrenaline. Snowesians tried to seize him, only to be drop-kicked, slammed, punched and even headbutted away from the human soldier. The Emperor eventually stood up to find every soldier except the pilot was either unconscious or incapacitated. However, the ship was rapidly approaching the surface of the Snowesian homeworld. Seizing the opportunity, Prescott blew out the windows of the ship along with its controls, and jumped through one. He was now on the ship's outer hull, racing toward the the ship's nose with the, now in pursuit, emperor hot on his heels.
The ship hit the docks hard allowing Prescott from it and race toward the palace. The Emperor wasn't far behind the lunarian-human, but it was becoming obvious that this... Prescott... wasn't any ordinary creature or being the Emperor had every faced. This Lunar-born human pushed his armor's limits, his weapon's limit, and his own physical limits as the two entered to palace garden. It was there Prescott was struck on all four sides by some form of taser weapons. Lightning crackled throughout his over-pushed body. However, the electricity hadn't knocked him out, nor had they actually paralyzed him. As the Emperor approached him, Prescott wrapped the cables of the tasers around his hands. His armor's warning system glitching, eyes in a widening glare as he yelled out, not in pain, but summoning the last full wave of strength in from his soul.
With a resounding... WHAM... from Prescott armored boot crashing down into the concrete-like pathway, he sent a shockwave wave of terror into the onlookers, the palace guards electrocuting him, and the Emperor staring him down. Each thunderous step was though a courtroom gavel slammed down upon them, passing righteous judgement. The electrical systems within his armor created an unholy sound, screeching like banshees as electricity jumped from his armor to the ground. The Emperor finally snapped out of his stupified trance and punched Prescott directly in the helmet, shattering it. However, this is when the Tyrant of Snoweshia would come face-to-face with the Enduring Soul of Luna, with copper-colored eyes that glowed damningly into the Emperor's soul... before collasping from total-exhaustion.
In the Tome of Snoweshia's history... this day would become known as "the Day of Luna", the day a moon-born human, petrified an entire planet.