While Michigan prepared for his next mission, back on Snoweshia, Mizuki and Prescott were conversing, planning their big escape...
"Come on, Mizuki. Come with me! We can protect you!" Prescott said, his eyes still burning with hope. "Think of everything you've suffered... if we don't try, we'll never be free, neither you... or me." As Prescott spoke, Mizuki remembered all of the times Prescott refused to give up, every memory, every moment she'd seen. She nodded slowly, "...but how will we escap..." Mizuki was cutoff by guards coming in, and removing Prescott from his cell. However, while she pleaded with them to stop, Prescott flicked the key to her cell away from the guard and said to Mizuki... "Come find me..." before he was dragged out of the prison.
Mizuki waited until the guards had left before opening her cell door. For the first time in a very long time... she was free. While Mizuki snuck her way out of the prison, Prescott was throw down in front of the Emperor. The Emperor left his throne and walked down to Prescott, pausing for a moment before slamming his foot into Prescott's sternum. Prescott groaned, holding his chest as the guard picked up him. "Take him to the ceremony grounds... for today... IS EXECUTION DAY!" Declared the Emperor as the guards drag Prescott toward the ceremony grounds. Meanwhile, Mizuki had made it to her secret vault within the palace. Inside, she put on her armor, grabber her shard-rifle, and quietly made her way toward the courtyard. It was there she'd overheard the new that Prescott was to be executed... in ten minutes.
She dropped her stealthy approach and ran straight to the captured items vault. Inside, there was one way to get to Prescott in time. As she found what she was looking for, she used her memory to help her get it going... "How did... Michigan say to do this?" Meanwhile, the citizens of Snoweshia cheered as Prescott thrown on the ceremonial stage by the Emperor. Prescott quickly stood up and tried to defend himself, but the Emperor grabbed him by the throat and held him up for all of the citizens to see. "YOU SEE! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FAIL TO SURRENDER TO MY EMPIRE! MY IMPERIUM! ME!" As the Emperor's speech went on, the pieces of this assembling puzzle were converging.
While Prescott and Mizuki had been playing their roles, Michigan dawned his, far more recognizable, P-1 Armor. He was then joined by the other remaining Pacifics. There was Erie, Huron, Superior, Ontario, and lastly, Michigan himself. Of the Scott going, there was Arscott, Jetscott, and Drescott... the other three members of the Tetrad. As the Pacific Cruiser's rear-mounted twin nacelles spun up, alarms blared across the base camp. As the older starship began to leave the area, however, that's when Argo, one of the other leaders, came over the comms. "Pacific Crusier, you are not cleared for launch. Power down or else."
Michigan looked to the others briefly before replying. "You'd better say shot me the fuck down, but either way... fuck you, Argo!" Michigan disabled his communications as Superior slapped a cassette labeled "Jailhouse Rock" by DJ Northman into the starship's cassette deck, making the song slam and thump through the ship's audio system. As the song picked up, Michigan dodge spreads of plasma fire from fighters sent to stop them. "STRAP THE FUCK IN!" Yelled out Michigan before slam the starship's throttle to maximum. The Pacific Cruiser sped up as the starship began punching through the atmosphere. Once they were clear of the atmosphere, Superior jumped into her seat as Michigan sent the starship into FTL with streaks of orange particles twinkling back down to Xephos II. Michigan pushed his ship her stress-maxxed point. As Elvis Presley's voice rang out across the ship, Michigan and his crew got to work. They prepped every gun, buster, and torpedo they had. However, as they dropped out of FTL, there wasn't a single ship in orbit. However, there was chatter across the battle network. Utilizing the element of surprise, the Pacific Cruiser entered the atmosphere of Snoweshia.
Moments before the Pacific Crusier left FTL, Princess Mizuki was speeding toward Prescott's execution. As she saw an opportunity to make her move, she ramped over the wall, flying over the crowd and knocking her father over. "PRESCOTT, YOU DRIVE!!" She yelled as Prescott jumped on this captured piece of Terran history that Michigan had stolen from him. Prescott revved the engine, spinning the rear tire of Michigan's 1950 Triumph Bonneville Motorcycle while Mizuki held onto him for dear life. The old-school motorcycle roared away from the ceremonial stage, heading for Imperium's gates. "STOP THEM!" Yelled out the Emperor, realizing the person who'd just saved the lunar-human... was the daughter he'd left rotting in the palace's prison. "Hell of a move, Mizuki! Well done!" Praised Prescott. However, his praise was cut off by an explosion that nearly knocked them off of the motorcycle. Prescott and Mizuki turned around to find the entire Snowesian army after them...