“My thoughts exactly,” said Amarok. The ship shuddered under their feet as they ran. There was a loud hum, then all of the lights in the passageways lit up. It caused all of them to slow down and stop as they took note of what was going on. And then, numerous thick security doors slid closed in ev
Each of the ship’s modules and systems had an inherent genetic purpose. Though she couldn’t read any of those lines as easily as Azrael could, she knew enough to figure out how they worked. Or at least, how they worked in conjunction with the rest. And if there was something she couldn’t fully gras
Godeater’s dark presence filled the cracks and hollows and shadows within the ship itself, and at the same time slipped into the depths of Freya’s body. To her, it felt all at once ubiquitous and subliminal, as though it was next to her, but also all around her. It hung in the back of her mind like
“No,” she told Godeater. “I’ll not become your monster… But I will get back to work.” She then pushed Godeater’s presence as far as she could away from her. And although it retreated back from her, it still lingered in her mind. It stayed there in the darkest corners much like an eternal ringing in
Thick beams shot out from each of the guns and seemingly joined together into one massive beam. They overwhelmed the Imperial fleet wholesale, and washed over a vast majority of them. Hundreds of fighters and mecha and frigates and destroyers were completely swallowed up by bright orange energies.
Admiral Anali de Jardin gawked at the tacmap in front of her with absolute awe. Freya’s captured devastator had caused so much damage that there was literally nothing left of the enemy. The other admirals in the tactical bridge were equally as awed. High Admiral Halbrecht gasped loudly at everythin
And more importantly, according to deep scans hundreds of meters beneath the surface, countless more labs and facilities were unharmed beneath. Though that was certainly about to change. Like the devastator at Rhylen Terra, this one also had hundreds of weapons. There were the mortars along the to
“How long ago did you say this was?” asked Gravoss. “Only two cycles ago?” Just off to the side, a nervous military messenger bowed slightly as he nodded. The last thing he wanted was to give bad news to two of the planet’s most powerful people. But orders were orders. “Yes, machinefather,” said