“I will do my best.” Raijin walked up to one of the terminals and placed her hand on its screen. She quickly connected to the data using a guest account, and at the same time injected thousands of nanites into the public portions of the circuit itself. Although she wanted to read the actual data i
Raijin exited her machine trance with a long gasp. She stepped back just as she withdrew the last of her nanites from the databank, then turned towards Xylo with a grin on her face. “So, you found something good, then?” Xylo said. “I can confirm our suspicions,” Raijin replied. “The ships are alm
Every module and system. Every thruster and sensor. The chitin. The weapons. All of them were grown. Specially designed by Drogar engineers to do exactly what they were supposed to do. Xylo paled as she went through another report where their designers had gone through six thousand genetic iteratio
Freya and Lucifer walked among the grass and wove between the trees in their cruiser’s central park. The slightly domed roof above them projected a low sun amidst clear skies. Though it was close to a simulated sunset, there was still plenty of light for them to enjoy. Not that they were the only o
Lucifer exhaled at length. Coming from the other end of the spectrum, ze could easily confirm it. Having power over others was inherently intoxicating. “What if we left?” ze said. “After our terms are up, we leave the Republic.” “We could get a couple horses, too,” Freya said with a laugh. “And ri
Sy’larthii V, Sy’larthii System, Imperial Domain of the Boundless Drogar The sprawling Drogar military facility was abuzz with activity and energy. Not just inside the large buildings lined around the campus, but the test sites and outdoor ranges and obstacle courses scattered everywhere in between
The hangar bays filled with numerous rows and columns of experimental mecha were blasted apart. Their contents were also thrown around and torn to pieces. And it didn’t matter whether they were mecha or their pilots or their weapons or their technicians. The force of the blasts rendered most of them
The clean, minimal, and large hexagonal room had dozens of technicians in cleansuits, all working and talking and building. They were in various stations and terminals and workbenches encircling the room itself. And in the very center was a large elevated platform with numerous parts littered on it