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
One Year Later Bloody corpses littered the dusty compound base, which was located on a distant plant somewhere in the outer reaches of the Federation. Scattered here and there were armored hovertanks, most of which had been shredded thoroughly by gunfire. Many had been rendered useless, and had c
“Half of our forward locations were trashed?” Eris said with a sigh. “How utterly irritating. It took over a year to get those bases set up. Too many cash infusions and man hours, down the drain.” Eris scowled slightly as she reviewed one of the large screen’s reports. On that same screen was a c
Eris shook her head and waved her hand slightly. “Don’t worry about them,” she said. “You keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll get someone else to recruit the chemist to the fleet.” “What if the chemist refuses?” he asked. “Stop asking dumbass questions and get back to work.” The scout immediately