“So that’s Godeater, huh?” said Eva. “Some crazy energy that eats battlefields? Is that what it is?”
The Admiral shook her head solemnly.
“We’ve no idea, to be perfectly honest. It swallowed up the entirety of Dendrus. Whole thing up and vanished off the map.”
She made poofing gestures with her hand, and had a tone of incredulity in her voice.
“Worse,” she continued, “anything that touches it vanishes, as though it simply stops existing. We sent in multiple probes to perform planetary scans, but… they were consumed by the planet. We can’t sense or scan the planet in any way with what we have. The only way we even know it’s there is through its gravitational field.”
As a person of science, what had happened to
... That is Godeater.
Over the next few cycles, the project became a little more subdued in general. While they were all much more exuberant before, Eva, Miko, and even the Admiral had slowed down their pace. Their discussions on Godeater had given all of them some pause regarding Prometheus. Additionally, Commander Chase badgered all of them to take things easy. Not that they didn’t stop improving their connection to their cores. Instead, they worked themselves up to a certain level before they eased off completely. They found themselves able to easily sustain a Promethean Merge for a full cycle, while only needing an hour of rest. The Admiral had noted that there were diminishing returns after those ten hours had been achieved. “Our physiology simply can’t handle more than t
Similar to Eva, Miko decided to go out and do a little digging. She had never been the type to let things get to her, but having heard about Godeater seriously scared her. For her, it wasn’t so much about its lethality as it was about its unfathomable nature. Her pragmatism didn’t really allow for the unknown to exist. Or rather, when she didn’t know about something, she did everything she could to learn about it. Her curiosity about the scientific world knew no bounds. So, in the face of a terror that couldn’t be defined and was unknowable, she retreated. At least, for now. Instead, she focused her mind on things that she could deal with. In particular, she was bothered by two things - the first of which was the signal dampeners that the Admiral’s security team had uncovered.
Miko dropped two more amplifiers into her shielded pocket and snapped it shut. Though there were more out there, she decided that three was enough for now. She couldn’t wait to get back and dismantle them. But there was something else she needed to do. One other thing that had started to seriously bug her was Commander Chase. She noticed that he seemed to get progressively more obsessive with Eva, even if she didn’t realize it herself. It came down to a few of his words and actions. If he was addressing any of the pilots, most of his time would be spent talking directly to Eva. Or if he was monitoring their vitals for the Admiral, he paid more attention to Eva’s statistics more than anyone else’s. And there was that moment when Miko caught the commander leering
Eva groaned loudly as the troops she was controlling were torn to shreds by her newfound pilot buddies. Over the last few hours, they shared laughs, drinks, and names. The two guys were Colin and Oratus, while the two girls were Kayt and Jinti. All four of them were only in their mid-twenties, and had been assigned to the asteroid straight out of boot. In fact, many of the pilots on the base were relatively young. The older pilots had experience, but were still green in terms of conflict. Only a handful of pilots were actual combat veterans, and they typically led the base’s squadrons. But these four were still relatively green, having spent only a year or two on the asteroid base. Since the whole thing was a military secret, they literally saw zero action. The closest they had ever gotten into a sortie was
The Admiral stood behind the ready room’s podium and lectured the four pilots on the exercises and functions she wanted to cover for the week. The screen behind her had a number of diagrams and statistics. Miko was absolutely rapt with attention, though it may as well have been completely blank to Eva. And what the Admiral was saying may as well have been gibberish to her. They had only been in there for an hour, and she was already braindead from the lessons. Just like all the other times she was in a classroom, she found herself unable to pay attention and learn. But she had stopped lamenting the fact and instead let her mind wander a bit. She thought a bit about Jackson Stone, the game designer for Bellum Aeterna. Or, more specifically, she thought about the threats that he had programmed into the game. She also thought about the dangers that existed
The four pilots flew out of Tartarus Base and found a spot of empty space for them to perform their exercises in. While there was plenty of space between the base itself and the surrounding asteroid field, a good portion of it lay within the path of the patrol drones. Although the Admiral could have simply created a space for them to use, it was best if they stayed out of their way altogether. No sense in breaking up part of their security net just for the sake of convenience. Besides, they had plenty of room. Well, as long as they were careful anyway. The Admiral came up behind them in her frigate. She sat in the command chair while various officers in their stations sat around her. Among them was her brother. Her frigate settled into the very middle of their open e
Klaxons rang all throughout Tartarus Base as the Admiral’s lockdown order went into effect. Civilians, merchants, and contractors fled to their habs, closed their blast shutters, and sealed their doors shut. In contrast, military and combat personnel swarmed in droves to do their duty. Armored hoppers sped from all corners towards the hangar bay, their bellies filled with eager Federation servicemembers of every discipline. Those who were already in the hangar were busy gearing up to be the first wave out. Pilots climbed into their cockpits as their techs did the final checks on their chassis. Gunners climbed into their secure pods and powered on their turrets. All were suited up and eager to defend the base. But it was more than the simple need to keep themselves secure.
Merlin flew over to Valos’ heavy frigate as his fighter escort easily polished off the drones that were chasing him. He swooped over to the frigate’s armored belly, and slowed as he came closer. And when he reached a certain distance, portions of the armor slid aside and folded into each other. As they retracted, a shallow docking collar just beneath the surface was revealed. He eased his fighter into position just under the collar, and slowly slid up into it so that he was partially nestled in the frigate itself. Magnetic locks kept the fighter in exactly the right place as huge rubberized seals inflated between them and formed a seal. There was a long HISS as the fighter’s cockpit pressurized to the frigate’s internal atmosphere. A mix of smells filled