50 Years Ago Commander Anatoli Drenn stood behind the lectern nervously. Despite his finely-pressed dress uniform and multiple commendations on his breast, his hands shook with uncontrollable anxiety. Thankfully, they were hidden from view. In front of the commander were five Federation Admirals,
On both his sides were multiple other Federation researchers, all of whom were mired in their own genetic work. Some spliced code, others simply recorded and cataloged what they observed. One of his officers walked up behind Drenn, and stood at attention. “Captain,” he said, “I’ve the initial repo
He then spun around, and went to his design table. There, he began to edit nucleobases by the handful, and completely ignored everyone behind him. As though they never existed in the first place. Everyone else in the room was utterly dumbfounded at what had just happened. They realized that Drenn’s
All over the compound, heavily armed and armored Federation Marines escorted dozens and dozens of Prophets. Most of the defeated Prophets looked sullen and dismal, with or without magnetic bindings around their necks and wrists. Those who fought back only met a quick and brutal end from the bloodth
Locke groaned at his words, but otherwise didn’t rebut. He had his fill of disillusionment for a good long while. “Will you be taking the logic circuits and databanks as well?” asked Miko. “They are no doubt powerful evidence.” Aurora shook her head at her with a grimace. “Wish I could,” she repl
“You will be especially interested in this,” she said. “For your big case.” Curiosity quickly filled Locke, and he opened up Miko’s report hastily. His eyes danced over them, then widened as he saw a pattern emerge in the data. Drenn had communicated with multiple Naval leaders, pirate lords, and
One Week Later Amal walked down the mostly empty hallways of the now-defunct Prophet base. Its power was still on, but running at a bare minimum. Just enough to keep a few of its zones operational, mostly centered around keeping Cloning up and running. She smiled at the Federation maries as they w
— Callie 2.4 General Status Reprint: Complete Memory Restoration: Complete Warning: Genetic deviation above 34% threshold — Amal’s heart thundered in her chest as stared at the terminal. “I really hope you’re ready,” she said. She hit a few controls on the screen, and initiated Callie’s rebi