That question led to a miserable silence as they all pondered all that was implied. Different theories floated through their minds, though they felt they were too grim to share. No-one wanted to believe that the Federation actively sponsored the Prophets, and so avoided saying a thing. In the end o
They had the location of every township on the planet, along with their basic data. Almost all of them were scientific research facilities. Half belonged to the Federation themselves, while the other half were a mix of corporations and similar private entities. A few were meant to be public-facing o
Commander “Aurora” Dolere paced down the hallway with bold, hard steps. Her face was etched with a mix of determination and hope. In her hand was a datapad whose screen was filled with reports and coordinates and all manner of military and operational intel. She came up to a closed door and barged
“Well it certainly isn’t you, Captain.” She slammed her datapad on the man’s desk, then stormed out of his office in a mad huff. The captain sighed deeply, then slumped into his chair. As he rubbed his temples, the commander across the desk from him pulled the datapad over and activated its scree
“Already?” said Fluke. “We just got here.” “We appear to be in some sort of security room,” said Raijin. “This seems to be good news to me.” Xylo looked over at Locke, then over at Max. “Fine,” she said. “Both good and bad news. Before I get to that - I think we might have to come to terms that H
Azrael led Xylo and Claire out of the small security station and headed down one side of the hallway. They crossed the hallway itself, hugged the wall, and went out towards the darkness. The next team out of the station consisted of Freya, Max, and T-Rex, but they went down the other direction inst
The Primary Databank was a vast hexagonal room that was darkly lit with red ceiling lights. In front of its six walls were huge logic circuits that spanned the height of the walls themselves. And there were exactly five logic circuits per wall, with a roughly two meter gap between them. Fluke was
“Yeah, I only understood half of that,” said Locke. “But alright, so we hang tight and let you work.” “Please protect me while I perform my Machine Trance,” she told them. Then, she waved her baton at one of the more imposing circuits, and injected herself into the Command Intelligence’s runtime c