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 Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 9:54 am
Once Sai had been summoned as her departure was ready, she thanked the man gently and headed to her ride down to the surface. She wasn't planning to be long, so she asked for something that she can call back to the ship and for them to send to pick her up.
Sai stood by the window and watched as the surface neared with such beauty, she notioned for a drop off by the BC Dojo. upon landing she stepped out and said her welcomes and goodbyes as she walked off in direction of the dojo.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:48 pm
Over the next few hours, invitations would be delivered to several locations; Twice Royal, The Black Company Dojo, The Cradle, The Citadel, The Mansion, and The Keep. The invitations were not specified for any 1 person, so anyone could attend. The invitation read as follows: Invitation You are cordially invited to attend a small party of individuals from around the region, being hosted by The Count of Monte Cristo.
If you wish to attend, please present this invitation upon your arrival to gain entrance. This also extends to any guests you wish to bring with you. Any and all weapons must be left with my aids before entrance to the party, there will be no exceptions.
The location for this event will be held at the formerly known, Seven Hells Temple. The date for this event will be on the day of August 17th in the evening hours. We look forward to seeing you there.
- The Count of Monte Cristo With that, any who wished to attend out of interest of curiosity, were invited to.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 11:33 pm
Kobei had stirred some, slight movements known to all that she would be alive. Her mental state would be at question here.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 12:22 am
Though Kobei's state might be deemed critical by some, KB wasn't very worried. He would carry her personally into the deepest section of the medical center, finally offering her to the sterile bed for examination. She had the best of the best to watch over her, an entire cache of medical resources at the disposal of the fine doctors. KB himself would step off to the side to give the professionals their room, his knowledge of such things limitted to causing damage, not fixing it.
Patiently he waited, gaze locked on that which would attend the coming event with him. That was of course assuming she was better by then, though she had a habit of healing quicker then most. He needed Kobei for more reasons then he could say, his calculating brain already writhing like a snake in the grass.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 12:31 am
Underneath eyelids, her eyes flickered about.
Nothing came from other parts, but her eyes. It was like she was dreaming.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 12:59 am
The task would take time, likely a lot of time. The young looking man who stood off to the side seemed almost brooding by comparison of the light overhead Kobei, illuminating the room for the men and women at work. Tension pitted against reason and patience, causing for a reflexive flexing of the fingers on occasion. The situation had a habit of making one feel useless, if not helpless.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 6:34 am
Tegral stood at the console located in his quarters, a spartan affair with and air of classy regal filling the normally cold and impersonal efficiency. A small party? He wondered to himself as he scrubbed at his teeth with a dark red handled tooth brush, the white foam poking out from the corners of his mouth. Leave the weapons at the door? Haha! Hardly! There likely wasn't a creature alive in the Company that could be parted with his or her weapon so easily, so many with the ability to 'call' their weapons as extensions of their own bodies thus by-passing any security. Monte Cristo? Now why did that sound so familiar, he straightened from his examination of the invitation, after forwarding another copy to KB, Sairys, and her pet Focht. After all, it would be impolite to keep it to himself. Crossing the small space, though considering his rank as Admiral it was massive compared to the single sleeping cot and foot locker the marines got, Tegral entered his mostly metallic bathroom and spat into his sink. The bathroom's inbuilt computer sensed his approached, determined his cause of presence and had the water running by the time the sudsy foam hit the metal bowl of the sink.
Cristo, it really did sound familar, but why? Rinsing his mouth out Tegral spat again and departed his bathroom, his internal radio unit reaching out to touch two beings and return to himself. His 'Commanders', it seemed, were already on the surface. All the better, seeing as how he was just about to order them off the station anyway.
Again forwarding a message to KB it read simply, "KB, gone for a bit of a dirt side stroll. Keep the station afloat while I'm away. - The Admiral"
There should have been little doubt KB would know exactly who it was, after all how many Admirals did the Cradle have? Not to mention the high ranking security encryption which required KB's thought patterns as the first security pass.
Securing his bio-form in bed, the need for sleep almost completely diminished despite his recently acquired biological form, Tegral jacked the back of his head up via mirror frame relay - a system of highly sophisticated lasers and mirrors which had served to replace silicone chips back before the cyborg program had become as proficient - and felt his presence leave him momentarily, only to be dropped into his combat ready form. Military power flushed Tegral's mind, the sensation of near god-hood enveloping his senses, and for a brief moment he actually believed he could crush the world in his grasp. For such strength, wrought from the scientific minds of thousands, came at a price of immortality. Some might find it odd, or even insane, that beings such as himself despised their existence with every fiber of their mechanical being, but the truth of it was that Tegral along with any and other cyborg could tell you for fact: A life without feeling, real honest to god I-love-and-hate-like-you-do feeling, was an empty life indeed. Unlike the others, however, Tegral continued to live despite his disdain for himself, and only until he commanded the reanimation of Rookin and Kah was he alone.
No matter, a problem for a different night. Running a full diagnostic check, finding everything green, Tegral disengaged the safeties from his systems and departed the CB - or Cyber Bay, where all manner of Tegral's little toys dwelt - and headed for the hangar bay. There he'd hitch a ride down to the surface and meet up with his counter parts, why did that name sound so familiar?
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 2:21 pm
Encrypted computer system received the latest transmission from the Admiral in record speeds, the advanced AI built into the ranking officer's personal systems more than a match for the lesser units built into star ships and was often debated to rival the Admiral's own SARAH unit. An absurd possibility from his perspective, but very near likely. Information and orders in hand the secured unit began it's work. Machines pulled energy from the Cradle's limited drives, activated, and slaved themselves to work. Tegral's orders were to be carried out at all possible haste.
Meanwhile, down on the surface of the planet, amongst the Grave's inner defenses, orders were passed through the Admiral's units. A strange thought, now looking at it, but a useful one. KB had his designs and thus his units while Tegral had his own, and though KB knew ever nook and cranny of the unit's specs he had very little idea what these ferocious machines were capable of, truly. A pair of B.G. 41's, their massive ion drive engines pulling cognitive energy from a swirling vortex of charged energies and warping it into a usable state. A state that would, ultimately, cause the massive earth devouring treads to begin moving, pulling divots of the planet out and hurling them aside as their massive ten thousand ton bodies rumbled over the pre-cut trails that split the forest into a multitude of clusters. With the addition of the B.G. 41's came their supplements of T-2's and Growlers. No more than a hundred and fifty of each of the units were ordered in vanguard, marching in front of the slowly crawling LRH-Shell Cannons. So in grand total three hundred and two units departed the Cradle in one direction while a separate group departed another.
While no where near as frightful as the first group the second was no push over either. Five Quads, massive armored cyborgs that towered almost fifteen feet into the air and crushed all beneath their four pod-like feet, with a complement of twenty five Growlers and forty T-2's departed another. While the specs on the Quads weren't as freely given as those of the other units a few discernible features could be directly noticed: The first being the weapons! Boasting a pair of retractable Gatling guns, very similar to those the Growlers were equipped with, four siege class coherent beam cannons, weapons capable of slagging steel and concrete to molten glass or puddles of glowing metal, with an added addition of two heavy torpedo launchers. The torpedo launchers were armed with thermal explosive, pistol fire, behemoths of munitions. Fearsome monsters, nearly impervious against anything shy of an artillery strike once their armored legs have been retracted and their slanting armor dug into the ground like a mobile armored bunker.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 9:33 pm
High above the skies of the Black Company, amongst the glittering stars in the heavens, floated the majestic and deadly Cradle. Capable of destruction on a global scale the station hung in a glow all it's own as shuttles and frigates docked and departed it's bays. Around the Cradle, blotting out the brilliance of the stars, flew the armada fleet commissioned by Tegral to guard against cosmic attackers back when plans for the Gala had been in full fling. And within the Cradle lay a potential danger all his own, a being who destroyed and only built so that he may destroy more.
Admiral Tegral Kartos' biological eyes suddenly opened with the sudden awareness of birth. Once entombed in the warm darkness of the emptiness of space, his milliseconds of data composure seemed a growing lifetime to a highly sophisticated neural net of a brain he had, Tegral suddenly awoke to the cold harshness of the world. Dark blue eyes flickered open as he stood from his bed, his naked flesh pebbling against the cool air that blew from the vents, the human awareness of this body so much more acute than that of his cybernetic form. It was a dilemma the Admiral had no idea how to fix. He loved the sensations of his biological frame, the real feelings that came from 'real' senses, but he loathed to be without the unmatchable strength of his combat chassis and the ultimate feel of powers at his finger tips. Oh well, a problem for the philosophers for another time. Now his main concern was dawning his crisp, black, tuxedo and make his way out of his room.
Shoes polished to a mirror finish made soft, echoing, noises down the empty, sterile, corridor. Stations such as the Cradle were in a constant state of activity and moments of peace like this within the halls were truly a blessed thing. Savoring the silence, save his own draw of breath - the air tasting of ozone - and the sounds his shoes made against the plasti-metallic floors. It wouldn't take him long to find his destination, the schematics of the super structure already downloaded into the sophisticated neural array that dominated a good forty percent of his unused brain space, the bio-genetics lab where Tegral's own home grown body had been made. A terminal lay beside crystal tube, it's blinking lights confirming what Tegral already knew. She was ready. Pressing a series of buttons the Admiral took a step back and waited for her to emerge, a pleased look on his face.
Against a chair something hung draped over the back, plastic wrinkling against the cool blown air of the station's life support system.
"You awake?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 5:54 am
*First her fingers twitch, as if fighting was still on her mind. Her pink lips part breathing in the cool air. Her long lashes flutter open, revealing pure blue eyes with the strength and trust of a woman who had been wronged long long ago. Her long legs shift and she stumbles forward. She felt weak and tight but she was familiar with this feeling. When pet had remade her body it had felt the same. Now the only question was who had done it this time. Slowly she glances up, her body visibly shaking.*
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:24 am
"Yep." Tegral said, watching as Kaiori stumbled from the bio-stasis tube which had previous entombed her rebuilt body . "There was a strange anomaly with core thought matrix, I didn't want to screw around with anything so I placed it as is into your new frame." A perfectly reasonable choice of actions given so many people relied on these strange anomalies to give them super powers or what have you, he had just guessed Kai's particular issue was in relation to her over all aggressive nature and wouldn't have changed such an entertaining feature if he'd knew for certain what it would have done to alter her brain waves.
Whether or not Kai was shy about her body she'd find the air in the bio-genetics labs not only cold but moist. The temperature was dropped to help preserve the cells during mitosis and 'programming', while the humidity of the room spiked way up to help keep moisture into a body that was comprised almost entirely of water. Kai being completely nude would feel the full effect of both. Despite her nude form Tegral surprisingly, or not so much since common reference to the name indicates a robotic or cybernetic attachment, kept his eyes on her's and showed almost no visible arousal to her naked state. "What was the last thing you remember?" He asked, plainly curious to see if the cognitive reconstructing went as planned. It should have, which would have given Kaiori memory all the way up to when the missile blew her into hunks of burning meat.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 9:42 am
"And the fleet...?" He asked, quietly. Not that he feared being overheard, but the nearby table required a sort of reverence of its own. The woman there was too important to rouse with arguements and the like. The topic itself was fairly self-explanatory.
"We could crush them, with minimal losses. The units stationed on board are minimal. As for the extended wings, well, I thought you'd want to know. The field data so far has been positive, but the Admiral has a habit of overstepping his bounds." The pink-cheeked mirror-image seemed to be a bit more earnest on the subject.
"Naturally." The lifeless counterpart answered dryly, twitching with annoyance. A carefully coded result, but otherwise fairly natural. "Well, don't you have a party to be attending?" He asked bitterly.
"Erm. Yeah. I thought I'd be fashionably late, y'know? You're not going I guess..." He asked uselessly, huffing before turning on his heel and marching out. "I don't see how -I'M- supposed to manage against someone like him." He muttered to himself, taking the time to stop and compose himself once he'd left the disturbingly sterile sector.
KB of course closed his eyes and crossed his fingers, his attention turning to the issue at hand.
Kill them all.
And the sky lit up.
The meaty clone of KB was already on the ground in his formal wear, ready to attend the party. The mechanical, war-driven one was overseeing the demotion of the Admiral. He would of course be entitled to survival, though he made a sure point of ousting the incompetant man.
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The countless turret-arrays had had optical locks on the ships for weeks. It was passive to note their locations, and traffic-control made it all that easier. The entirity of the crew slipped into a decisive, almost robotic state as they followed their orders. They had no fear for the inner-security of the Cradle, as they had countless troops of Tegral's design to enforce KB's will. Further, they had implemented other security units in the past.
What was relayed to Tegral's fleet via high-security code to be a station-wide test for combat-reaction times would in fact be a live battlezone, as every feasible weapon that could fire upon his ships, did so. The sky would be lit up with a rainbow of different shots, some bursts, others larger, single streaks or bolts. All together they maintained a basic cover fire, aiming to disable or destroy any ship they could as the bays unloaded the fighters to prey upon the hopefully unsuspecting fleet.
Anyone inside the Cradle was almost assured death, bulkheads locking down as decks were depressurized or filled with lethal gases or contagions, still other places being suppressed by the firepower of the security details alone. Barring the fact that the fleet might've blocked a transport via the Cradle, they might have saved themselves the cost of having about fifty or so Tegral units dropping directly into their vessels, plasma weapons tearing open breaches long enough to score them the 'LZ' before the systematic use of their weapons eradicated all forms of biological life or AI.
These boarding parties of Tegral MkII's would likely be enough to take down even the most competant marines, as they were designed to maul through even the worst conditions. Already KB had been producing light mech designs, those autopiloted by AI and designed to traverse hulls or his outer-station with theor heavy rifles, capable of downing fighters or turrets with ease. The massive doors guarding the Garden would also close all at the same time, and the Cradle's full defenses came to life.
All of this of course, in less then a minute, likely less than half of one.
Tegral and his b*****d-date would be spared immediate death, if only to be delivered safely to their destination.
"Don't kill Kaiori, or Ceres, ever again." KB told no one in particular, standing to affectionately look over Kobei even as he witnessed the rising death toll on either side of the conflict.
He'd have burned the world to a charred husk for her, he decided. Offering the party down below fireworks seemed like a good start.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 12:18 pm
Tegral's fleet would have experienced something near total chaos as a once friendly station turned hostile and decimated the smaller support crafts that had once been positioned to defend said station. Recognition followed almost seconds after the hostile Tegral MkII units boarded, that slimy b*****d betrayed the Admiral and the fleet was under attack! AI's designed to work under such situations kicked into high gear, combat power diverted to shields which would prevent both outside fire and teleportations from breaching the battle ship's powerful hulls, and weapon systems coming to life. The Battleship Helion was warped and destroyed under the hail of increasing fire before she could get her shields up, and for a brief moment the fusion reactor which powered the beastly ship birthed a miniature sun in the vacuum of space. Destroyers and Cruisers vanished in balls of blue, red, and white lights as their battle screens vainly tried to stem off the assault. Buckling and cracking the Admiral's fleet had little chance of over coming the ship's defenses.
The G.F.N Nahil, positioned outside of the planet's lunar orbit, stirred to life as it's brothers and sisters of the stars were systematically eliminated. It's captain cursed the wretched b*****d and prepared to make a jump out of system, but the onboard A.I refused such an action and launched it's attack. Attacking the Hive first the Nahil would make it's stand inside the computer's processor, the ship's designation an A.I terminator. Transferring it's intelligence aboard the enemy station the battle cruiser let it's crew position it to bring it's long range guns to bare.
G.F.N Iron Horn and her companions, the twin battle ships G.F.N Piercer and the G.F.N Nan'hal, would suddenly vanish from the Cradle's sensory system, their ECM's kicking in and cloaking their signature from detection. Warping the light around them the three battleships would appear in optical view as only dark blotches against the stars, massive flashes of energy cannons and artillery hard points rending against the tranquil sea of stars. Of all the ships currently stationed around the Cradle the three that had just hurled their vast weight into the fray were by far the deadliest, for all three units were very near the size and classification of a dreadnought.
The battleship marked as the Eagle took a beam of energy to it's aft launchers, shuddered under the sudden barrage of fire, and was reduced to a floating hunk of debris as it's main energy systems shut down. It's sister came in for it's revenge, pouring out every gun the ship could bring to bare it would target the right wing of the Cradle and attempt to stop the fighter ships from pouring out of it's gapping maw.
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Tegral stood beside Kaiori and was oblivious to the carnage raging all around him, the imminent death about to befall him. That was, of course, until his Tegral unit's began powering up military strength and sudden energy pull from the Cradle's power cores began slaving harder. The Cradle was under attack! A lightning fast relay told him exactly by whom: The Cradle was under attack, yes, and his fleet was fighting for it's life! KB, that double crossing b*****d!
Though unable to bring the armament of his cyborg body to bare Tegral was far from defenseless aboard the station. Half expecting a betrayal from KB, after all the scum sucker had no reason to keep the Admiral around once the designs were off the production line, Tegral implemented his own means of survival. Depressurized zones were of little concern, as were the lethal gases that pumped through the ventilation shafts, for the mechanical monsters about to descend against the Cradle's security units. From the Cybernetic bay came the creations of Tegral's deluded brilliance! Z-24's, their Ombiox coated frames, shrugging off the slugs from the Cradle's security forces and went to work with their laser cut blades and slug throwers. T-2's stationed aboard the Cradle had a harder time, their metallic frames easily engulfed in the heat of the scortching plasmas or their weapon racks removed by incoming fire.
SARAH worked as well, her AI plunging into the fire control center of the Cradle's network and attempted to 'blind' the weapons that were currently destroying the fleet. With Nahil and SARAH both attacking the station's critical systems, with the exception of life support which even KB's crew required to continue this fight, Tegral's personal A.I went to work on another project. One embedded deep in the traitorous b*****d's attack.
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KB's Grave would become just that, a grave. With the army recalled from Mastema's Citadel the main portion of the forces had been positioned around the Grave as a means of ultimate protection, after all a force that size would require an incomprehensible amount of soldiers to destroy. The Admiral's over ride command began an instantaneous markings of KB's units from friendlies to hostile deltas. The B.G. 41's coupled with the Growlers, the T-2's, the deployable artilleries, and the Quads all stationd around the castle turned their weapons both inwards and out to provide a field of fire capable of leveling the space port and all it's defenses in a few short moments. With a single B.G. 41 the Grave would have been in trouble, but with more than ten sitting right on top of it, the ionic cannons, sixteen and eighteen inch guns, missile racks and laser blasters galore the Grave was in very real danger of being a perfect example of over kill.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 12:46 pm
"The pilots are already moving, but sir they're going to be under a whole lot of firepower..." A determined voice explained from what had been dubbed 'relative' safety.
"That's fine." KB responded quietly, he had faith. "Any day now..." He murmurred to himself, firing priorities switching in under the blink of an eye. It was almost trivial to watch how easily the fleet burst into blotches of light, the units stationed within each fell ship tearing apart the failing systems. They had relatively easy orders, secure the bridge and any information possible during their boarding efforts, and relay control of the damaged vessels to the Hive. The Hive itself would set about breaking down the physical memory of the things from afar, seeking to operate upon their fell husks and learn the codes that would enable them utlimate destruction.
"Now-now, that's not very tempermental of you." KB chastised his core AI as it bitterly repelled the alien attempts at infiltration, its sentience adding to its resolve. For all it was worth, the frenzied humans made their plea. Clones, all of them, but people enough with faces of flesh. KB'd chosen a female one, for the sake of primal urges of mercy and fear.
The dishelvelled woman would of course beg for her life over the comms, screaming the atrocities of the Hive as it went insane, slaughtering all who stood in its way. Not even the units on board the Cradle could withold it fury, evident in the gunfire and screams echoeing in the background. The Cradle's substantial electronic warfare division was attempting to repel the fleet and its toys, whilst cutting off their connection to the Admiral. Hard work, but they had time.
The security details themselves were all machines, all easily replaced.
KB 'tsk tsked' as he turned his attention to a nearby holographic screen, adjusting the temperature of the room some for Kobei's comfort. The lights flickered for a moment which earned a scowl, before the backup power systems isolated the sector from the rest of the station. He really didn't care if they died, after all, the station was large and fruitful enough with enough redundencies to keep the crew alive for weeks in isolated pockets.
KB would direct commands to the ground forces to mobilize, and to counter whatever they found. For the BG41's themselves he sought an override to a system that'd instantly drain them of all their power. Sure Tegral had been the designer, but it was KB and his factories that had painstakingly made every part. His overrise was much simpler, and seemingly more benign.
"The thing about big things..." KB lectured the sleeping Kobei, affectionately stroking her soft cheek even as he coordinated via optical relay where he assumed the dreadnoughts to be. "Is just that." He finished, before ordering their transport. Sure it'd take up most of the Grave and a lot of units in the process, but KB had every intention of destroying far off worlds with their planetary transporters, and in turn landing a few million tons of hot weaponry right into the middle of floating ships whose shield arrays likely failed to counter the time and space-folding power of the mighty devices.
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Haziel and Telleniel wing would fight bravely, taking in useless breaths as they laughed and flew. The two wings were of the best, literally angels. They knew their counterpart drones well, weaving in and out of the nigh-perfect swarm and converging into tried and tested formations. Really the situation wasn't fighter based, so between weaving out of heavy dreadnought shots they really had little to do... yet.
Naturally, watching the Cradle sparkle under heavy fire was fun.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 1:10 pm
Even with the tactical addition of optical targeting the three class-A battle ships would be hard to find, let alone touch, for every blotch of empty space could have been a battle ship and with every eye from the Cradle watching it was still impossible to nail every single hole. Against the dreadnoughts the fighters were like bite-mes and of little concern, the station was what drew the bulk of the fire. G.F.N Iron Horn sent a command relay through the squad's com system, a completely separate link then the ones used by the fleet wide communication or the Admiral himself and were thus more secured, and the three began their movements.
Battle screens flared, shields went nulled, and the Halo unit lost two more of it's ships. Down to the Messiah alone, his mighty armor baring the brunt of the assault while the tech heads inside patched together a relay cuppling, he activated his primary impulse engines and tried to close the distance between it and the station. The reason would prove itself if he got close enough, if the tech heads could get his shields back online, if he was willing to risk the ship, his life, and the lives of all his crew!
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The Hive's drones reduced a squad of T-2's to slag, the T-2's recoilless cannons bounding harmlessly off the armored unit's frames, and encountered a Z-24 down the next call. Slugs from the hidden launcher clanked against the armor but did little less while the armor of the Z-24 absorbed punishment no single creation should as it waded against burping laser cannons and increased machine gun fire. Closing the distance the Z-24 managed to dismantle a drone and destroy another before the Ombiox armor began to fall away in chunks. A beam of plasma melted through the interior armor, reduced the internal circutry to molten slag, and the unit went off line.
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The Hive mind was sentient? As was SARAH in her own way. A woman's fury, as it was often said. Blipping com channels out for a moment SARAH hurled herself at the what she assumed was the Hive's queen mind while Nahil went about the task of trying to sever the drone's links with it's minions. Confusion was easy to create, and the Nahil, having been designed to take down A.I units like the Have, sought to turn the drones in on themselves.
KB would win this fight, Tegral had no doubt about, but the price would be heavy and the stars would be alight in flames before this night was through. Kaiori, a forgotten form to Tegral's eyes, was more or less ******** if KB decided to implement his poisonous gases into the room.
With the coms down for a brief second the Admiral relayed a message through to KB. "Nice. Now is there a reason for this? I have a party to attend to and don't have time to cut a path for dear Kaiori.
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