Devastator Airship
The bridge was filled with silence, and almost completely deserted. Every last droid had been send to combat the raging fires in the weapon compartements. Though there were no alarms to remind to tell him -the subsystem that powered had at this moment already reached it's terminal velocity-, the main control droid knew that their efforts would be futile. In a sense, the fire was even benevolent, it's the heat warming up the Airships tattered flotation vessels, keeping the floating ruin in the air for just one moment longer. Long enough, at the very least, to do what needs to be done.
The droid headed over to the control panels, turning the ship to face it's enemy, for they would not run, not even from certain defeat. As the vessel slowly started to turn, it's broken back bending for being forced against in the wind, the droid was already working at another control panel. The Devastator airship was a ruin, yes, but it was not yet destroyed. Overriding the retribution capacitor's safeties, entering the Heaven's acropolis Coordinates, and then entering the override code.
Just before entering the final code however, he stopped. Even in this moment, the mission must be guaranteed, the directives took prevalence. Quickly, the controller ran to the other end of the control room, grabbed the radio, and send one final message. Another explosion tore through the Devastator airship, sending tremors down through the entire hull. An armor plate, hastily affixed in attempt to repair some battle damage, tore itself loose from the hull, tumbling down into the depths. With no one at the controls, the imbalance send the ship into a roll. The main control droid stumbled, then slipped over a wayward citrus fruit, landing flat on the ground. From under the control board, a soft glint of metal, and two beady eyes, stared at him.
So it must be then, one final battle, to end perhaps end all those that had come before.