Instead, the majority of its interior space was a technical laboratory. In the very center were four design and development tables laid out in a square grid. Each one had antigrav fields, robotic assistance arms, and design terminals attached on the sides. One of them even had a cluster of circuits
Orbital Communications Array 99-Alpha, Planet Tyreia, House Gerveaux A dozen boxy, utilitarian Gerveaux fighters wove up and around the massive orbital array. Their beams cut through the numerous defensive turrets scattered in their path. Some were sliced into pieces though most were simply slagged
Thousands of rounds of chaingun fire were met with countless beams of plasma as the fighters jockeyed for dominance over the other. The fighters’ armor was slagged or perforated or otherwise torn off in the vast skirmish. And the pilots inside fared equally poorly - their bodies were burned to ash
As the Gerveaux and Tyreia fleets fought each other tooth and nail, a small fleet slipped through the far left flank unseen and undetected. Not just because there was a massive fight occurring a dozen kilometers away, but because their ship’s signatures were so low that they were practically invisib
They swarmed the circuits and spread all throughout the frigate’s energy channels, where the nanites made contact with every single system available. Then, they activated at the same time and completely took over all control of the ship. With full control, Raijin simply shut everything down - weapo
The twelve Corvus Operatives ran down the kilometer-long passageway at breakneck speed. They were hardly fatigued by their efforts, thanks to the top-of-the-line mechanisms of their power armor and Azrael’s next-generation combat stimulant. Freya and Kali led their teams with unrelenting drive and
“That’s good for us,” Azrael pitched in. “Means the hostage we’re supposed to rescue is probably alive. Raijin, can you confirm he’s on the station manifest?” “I don’t see his name mentioned on the crew or the guest list,” Raijin replied. “Perhaps the Gerveaux Triumvirate was mistaken in believing
The Corvus Operatives shuffled the last of the hostages into the station’s main security chamber, which was more than spacious enough to hold the few hundred of them. Though it was far from comfortable, it was perhaps the most defensible spot in the entire array. Dozens of them even picked up a few