One Good Turn
Sea of Clouds
The Blue Window
Well? What are we waiting for?
She's all patched up, Forename!
I've done it, Forename! I've worked out which way they're headed! Whenever you're ready, we'll set course for Azys Lla!
And what will we find at the end of the road...?
Lest you wonder, Wedge was able to calculate the heading indicated by the beam of light emitted by the key. If Azys Lla lies in that direction, we'll find it. The Soleil may have a lead on us, but she's no Enterprise. We'll catch them─you'll see!
I did not think that I would ever have occasion to pilot a suit of magitek armor again─least of all under these circumstances. My full name is Lucia goe Junius, and I was born a citizen of Garlemald.
Ah, that explains it! When we first met in Ishgard, I very nearly called you Livia.
Livia...? Livia sas Junius? The tribunus who served under Gaius van Baelsar!?
Aye, she was my sister─though we spent little time together. After our parents were killed in an uprising, we were sent to live in different households, setting us on separate paths... Livia felt at home on the battlefield and chose to become a soldier, while I underwent training to become a spy.
My mission. 'Twas believed that Allagan relics of great worth were stored in the Vault, and I was sent to investigate. Though I was given little information at the time, I now suspect I was searching for the key we but recently lost. And then I met Ser Aymeric. 'Twas his usefulness to my mission which prompted me to approach him, but I soon found myself drawn to him for other reasons. He too was a prisoner of his past─judged for his heritage as a bastard son of the archbishop. Yet unlike my sister and I, he did not curse his fate. He simply rose above it. In time, I came to realize that I had found a man worth following, and a new home besides. And when I subsequently confessed all to Ser Aymeric, he was good enough to accept me into his service.
...I do not question your loyalty to Ser Aymeric. 'Tis your loyalty to your sister which concerns me.
I have long been of the opinion that those who dwell in the past risk losing sight of their future. My sister fought for her convictions, and for those she held dear. So do I. So must we all.
Well, I for one am happy to welcome a fellow Garlean to our merry band─especially one who can make magitek armor sing!
Chief, we should be getting close.
Once we break through those clouds, we'll be right where the light was pointing─right where Azys Lla should be!
Hold on, everyone! Look! I think that's it!
Chief, is that...?
Allagan, aye. There's no mistaking their handiwork.
What was that!?
Some sort of barrier!?
She won't hold, Chief! She's breaking up!
I've lost the auxiliary propeller!
Cid, it's no use! We must return to Ishgard and find another way!
Damn it all! Why do the Allagans always have to make everything so bloody complicated!?
Cid's piloting under pressure was a marvel to behold─and may I never have the opportunity to do so again.
What could be down there that would warrant the personal attention of the Emperor himself...?
I wonder─does she have a name?
Gods, just thinking about all the repairs we'll have to make is giving me a bleedin' headache...
Ack! And we'd barely finished repairing the damage incurred during our skyfishing trip. On the other hand, any landing you can walk away from, as they say... I can only presume the Soleil passed through the barrier unscathed. That would certainly explain why the Vanu called it a key...