Interestingly, and I didn’t really intend for this, but they kind of ended up doing a practice run here on Venus. Sort of.
Mack pushed his throttle all the way forward with his left hand, while his right hand squeezed the trigger on his joystick. In response, his sleek A-ranked Federation fighter shot streams of laser fire forward. Many of them slammed into his opponent - a Blue Rift Pirate - and melted layers of its ar
And on the outside, the damage was clear as day. The spaces where they had shot were marred and blackened by their barrage. Small shards that had broken off from the cruiser’s structure and components flew out the scars they left. Mack cheered in his VR pod as he ended his attack run and sped off t
They were all hooked up to their development workstations, which were plugged directly into the many racks of servers behind it. In those servers was the entirety of the Bellum Aeterna galaxy, Jackson’s only pride and joy. Back there were servers filled with code that was worth tens of millions of
The dark, smoky room was filled with shadows in every corner. The only light inside came from the active terminal on a large obsidian desk. Its screen was currently occupied by a shadowy silhouette of a man, though he was scrambled and highly obscured regardless. And when the scrambled man spoke, h
“I might just have to do that.” “Are you gonna want them back?” The scrambled man laughed heartily, but before he could respond, the door behind Anatol opened with a SWISH. Light from the hallway outside spilled into the room, but only for a moment. A feminine figure slipped into the room quickly
All of them quickly went to the vials and looked among the many racks and shelves, in search of the right one. Eventually, one of the Prophets found what they were all looking for. She quickly opened a cabinet and grabbed a single vial of blood. The Prophet pulled a secure capsule from one of her
The courtroom was abuzz with activity as everyone settled into their seats. At the far end of the room atop the judge’s bench sat a pale elderly man in long flowing robes. He looked wise and stern and a little bit long in the tooth. Behind him was the seal of the Federal Judiciary - a scale with a
The defense attorney turned towards the prosecutor next to him, and half-sneered a response. “If these people actually were victims,” he said, “then why didn’t they submit a single report prior to the fact, hm? I would think that anyone would have processed charges the same cycle they were victimiz