Their bullets tore in the Prophets as their suppressors began to glow red from the friction. And just outside of the Primary Security room, a half dozen Prophets walked on by in casual conversation. They were all blissfully unaware of the chaos inside. A bloodied hand shook as it reached towards a
The other caved inwards with a CRACK, and swung open feebly. The three of them walked unimpeded into Central Command, where Father sat behind his obsidian desk in the middle. Seated in front of him was Callie, version 2.3, who jumped out of her chair and spun in their direction. A frown was etched
Raijin hovered in front of the logic circuit housing the base’s Command Intelligence. She was connected directly to it through its terminal, and was deep in her Machine Trance. The data structures inside the entire databank was nothing like what she had seen in previous settlements. In here, it was
And as the seconds fell, its lead only grew further. Its processes and operations completed faster, and achieved its goals ahead of its opponent. Raijin watched with awe as her code’s effectiveness increased exponentially over time. Its attacks became more potent while its regeneration routines spe
They had all seen the Prophets all over the ‘Casts. They had seen how their violent, murderous actions caused so much mayhem and destruction and death, all across the Federation. All the while, they always spewed on about whatever message their Father wanted them to. Usually, it was in declaration
Mia’s frigate had reached FXP-04 without issues and sped towards home as fast as her frigate was able. Its main thrusters had been overcharged and on full blast, which allowed it to careen forward at well over 215 meters per second. Lagging behind her was Darius’ frigate, which struggled to maintai
“Seriously,” he said, “you Prophets have no respect for anyone or anything. I guess I’m gonna have to beat the lesson into you…” He immediately got a message from Freya in his DI, and he decided to follow her sage advice. “... seeing as how your Father failed to teach you properly.” Callie was im
“What’s wrong with earning favor?” Freya sighed as she bounded backwards at speed. She poured in as much energy as she could to get away from the man. But he chased after her with unrelenting determination. “Nothing,” she retorted. “Unless you mistakenly conflate nurturing a child with managing a