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Electric Sheep [PA:T SI Multi X-Over]

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Put doomguy on a torpedo and shoot it at the enemy ship and say they are space nazi's he might find it fun
 
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What... thats not the plan at all... >.>
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I know but you gotta admit the picture of doomguy holding onto a torpedo as it goes flying toward an enemy ship is kinda badass and funny(I only watched a little bit of Farscape so this arc is gonna be interesting) I also know how impractical that is
 
I get the feeling Maldis is going to latch on to Doom Guy and turn him into a reoccurring villain.
 
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    (Chapter 2.0)

    .XXX.    ​



    This... this just wasn't dignified...

    Here he was, trapped in a can by those damned machines! He clawed for the nearest wall but some unseen force sent him right back to the middle. There would be retribution for this RETRIBUTION!

    .XXX.
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    Heh, poor DOOM Guy, stuck out there in what was in effect a heavily armored tin can with maneuvering thrusters and a magnetic field emitter. The whole apparatus was not too dissimilar to something somebody might try to store antimatter in. I internally chuckled a bit, antimatter was a reasonable comparison to make considering how destructive that guy was.

    Now if only my encounter with the Peacekeepers was going so well.

    [I say again, stand down your vessels and designate your primary docking apparatus now!]

    I swear, if they didn't outgun my ship a thousand to one I would have spaced these assholes by now.

    [Are you hard of hearing or just fucking stupid? I already told you, we are a planetary landing craft and our only point of access to the ship opens our cargo bay directly to space. We are prepared to do that but you will either have to send a shuttle or float your happy asses over in suits. Our engines and our point defenses are already shut down but We. Don't. Have. Another. DOOR!]

    A blast of red plasma that only barely missed was my answer. Sadly it also had taken out one of the Locust swarms I was covertly floating over to the Vigilantes. Good thing there were about two hundred more disguised as dirt and debris from my depressurized cargo bay.

    [That was your only warning. A Marauder is closing with your vessel's cargo hold, remain stationary with your weapons powered down or we will destroy your ship.]

    Dear god, fucking finally. Talking to these people was like talking to "Andy" from tech support but instead of a barely understandable accent, he has a gun to your head.

    Meanwhile, Tyna was making herself not at all annoying.
    "What's going on?" She asked, floating upside down right in front of my camera.

    Well, that's a new one... maybe I could emulate this bodily impulse at least a bit... My camera swiveled it's lens around in a decent imitation of 'rolling my eyes'. Ha! Knew I could do it! "I swear, I am just a little, teeny, bit busy trying to keep us alive you know?"

    "But I want to know what's going on!" Great, now she's pleading and I feel like an ass.

    I unfolded a fabricator arm from one of the wall panels and whipped up a screen where I could show the camera feeds. Her eyes widened and she focused intently on the image from the cargo hold where a Marauder was coming in.

    The T-shaped ship came to a halt and several suited soldiers stepped out of the large door in the rear and into the bay.

    "Peacekeeper shock troops." I muttered as their magnetic boots attached to the deck plating with a muted 'thump'.

    Tyna was enraptured as she watched one of my B1s step forward and wave them into an airlock. "You said they were like humans right?"

    My camera lens turned to focus on her. "Sort of, they are a genetic derivative, products of genetic manipulation and selective breeding."

    "She looked thoughtful, pressing a slim finger to her lips as she floated around the room enjoying the zero-g. "You think they're edible?"

    "God damn it Tyna..."

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    "Frell, look at all of this hardware." The borders were taking their sweet time moving toward the door pausing to gander at the racks on racks of tanks and killbots.

    "They did say that this was an assault lander." They advanced slowly keeping their weapons trained on the droid that was leading them to the airlock.

    "Hoo! What the Hezmana is that?" Funny that one of them finally decided to look up and figured out that the two massive pillars directly across from the bay door were not structural members but the legs of my main chassis.

    The troopers shared a look before one of them pressed a small button on his pressure suit. "Corporal La'kark to Lieutenant Braca." You know I am really glad my EWAR programs finally managed to crack their comms.

    The sound fuzzed a bit but the voice that answered brought back so many memories from watching Farscape back when I was younger. [Yes, what is it, corporal?]

    Mr. La'kark here was starting to look a little nervous as a few more droids approached all waving them toward the airlock. "These thoddos have got some serious hardware over here. Three different types of mechanoids and a whole hold full of gun crawlers. One of the mechs is almost the size of our marauder."

    [Acknowledged, proceed corporal.]

    "Understood." La'kark made a few hand signs to the rest of his squad that sadly I couldn't read. The troopers shared a few terse nods before finally following my droids into the airlock. They stood through the pressure cycle in silence before emerging out the other side to come face to face with a little ruse I cooked up for them.

    "Welcome Peacekeepers." A droid raised its hand in greeting. This particular one was aesthetically different, more blue paint and a few bits of gold trimming decorated it. With a Texan flag worn like a badge on its chest, it gave off enough "commanding officer" vibes to give the troopers something to focus on.

    La'kark lowered his pulse rifle slightly, looking right past me and down the corridor. When he finally deigned to speak with me, what he said confused me a bit. "Where is the captain of this vessel?"

    The droid I was puppeteering quirked its head a little before gesturing to itself. "That would be me, Peacekeeper."

    The squad seemed to find this funny as they shared a few amused looks.

    La'kark at least seemed determined to stay professional. "A mechanoid? In charge of a vessel?"

    The 'commander' droid nodded. "That's right."

    He looked a little perturbed at that. "Then where is your bridge?"

    The droid motioned down the hallway to a lift that would take them up a lift to the second ruse I had prepared.

    The commander droid went first with the squad following along. To their credit, the Peacekeepers kept on their toes and remained alert through the entire ride up to the uppermost part of the ship. They emerged into a circular, windowless, room filled with fancy looking consoles and view screens that showed a bunch of technobabble. All of it did exactly bupkis and I had about a dozen succubi who were pretty upset that I had commandeered their room. Several droids with orange markings instead of the normal blue saluted when the 'commander' entered the room and sat in a large throne-like chair at the center of everything. The Peacekeepers followed it in and spread out keeping their weapons pointed at the various droids present.

    "Lieutenant we've found the bridge." La'kark radioed Braca who I assumed was commanding from one of the ships nearby.

    [Excellent, try to find out about the wormhole signature we detected then take the ship.]

    "Yes, sir."

    Oh, that was an unfortunate move for you La'kark. I stretched out my senses to my locust swarms I had drifting around and activated them. Two of the three Vigilantes were already having their control systems completely subverted while the third was only partially compromised. Sadly I had not managed to snag any of the prowler type fighters flying around but hopefully, the PD weapons on the Trahere and the two Vigilantes would be enough to take them out before they managed to do anything major. I trusted the armor plating on the Trahere but from what I remembered the weapons in Farscape did quite a bit of damage.

    Now for the linchpin of my gambit...

    Even though I wasn't necessarily doing it for him I really hope John Crichton appreciates this.

    "Mechanoid," La'kark said as he moved to stand directly in front of the commander.

    "Yes, what do you require Peacekeeper?"

    "Before we apprehended your ship we detected energy signatures in this area similar to those given off by wormholes. Care to explain why that is?"

    Here we go.

    "Certainly, Peacekeeper." My droid motioned to a screen off to the side that changed to display an image of the progenitor teleporter. "My people possess the technology to create artificial wormholes enabling travel through gates like the one on the screen."

    The revelation seemed to take La'kark by surprise. I particularly enjoyed the look on his face. "Ah... If you will excuse me for a moment..." He stepped back and urgently whispered into his comms, I could have easily listened in but at this point, there was little point. All I had to do was wait for Braca to relay that information back to Scorpius and then...

    [Confirmed corporal. Engage, capture the crew at any cost.]

    As soon as the radio message was received La'kark made a hand signal and his squad opened fire on my 'bridge crew'. The droid's armor held up well against a single hit but more than a few were slagged by repeated hits in the same general area. Just to be safe I had all of them fall to the ground like they had been disabled.

    My commander droid remained implacable and when La'kark raised his weapon to threaten it I began to laugh. Well... not really. The simple, involuntary, act of laughing was lost on me now so the sound was far more mocking than amused. "I can see why Crichton has it so easy."

    The screens around the 'bridge' changed to show an exterior view. Two Vigilanties were blasting apart their own escorts while the third was wildly swinging in circles as half of it's maneuvering thrusters fired at random.

    The Peacekeeper squad looked around in horror before La'kark's look turned grim. He fired over and over into the commander droid and it slumped to the floor in a pool of its own slag.

    I simply switched my voice over to the internal speakers.

    "Unfortunately Peacekeepers you have been outmaneuvered... Game Over. You lose."

    .XXX.
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    Holy cow I'm so sorry guys, this chapter is almost a week late! It was honestly pretty tough to figure out where exactly where I wanted to take it. I wrote most of this chapter, then changed my mind and rewrote a whole nother chunk then changed my mind and came back to this. It's been a bit of a rollar coaster. Still. hope you enjoy it!

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    • Radon088 said:
    Ha! Ya'know that boarding torpedo idea from earlier is sounding better and better...
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    Just pointing this out but the main reason I love this story is that you use human sized robots for most of your interactions and you use larger ones "when" needed. Meaning you don't go overboard on giant sized mechs stomping on everything.
    The reason i bring this up is most PA SIs that i have read end up either becoming "gods" "coughdrichcough" or end up using planet sized ships/mechs to crush all opposition.

    Its nice to read an PA SI that doesn't immediately find a "I win" button.
     
    Stelarwand030 said:
    Just pointing this out but the main reason I love this story is that you use human sized robots for most of your interactions and you use larger ones "when" needed. Meaning you don't go overboard on giant sized mechs stomping on everything.
    The reason i bring this up is most PA SIs that i have read end up either becoming "gods" "coughdrichcough" or end up using planet sized ships/mechs to crush all opposition.

    Its nice to read an PA SI that doesn't immediately find a "I win" button.
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    Thank you, and yeah I'm trying to keep things a bit more character driven. The scale will of course eventually balloon but not for a little while yet and probably not quite as much as some other stories. Some of that will be enemy action and some will be the fault of the SI. Giant stompy robots are hammers that can only solve problems shaped like nails. Problem is that those sorts of problems aren't the only kind that pop up.
     
    DuManHeiu said:
    What would happen info you pretended to help the doom guy by giving him bigger guns (under your control of course) and load him into a drop pod onto a planet full of aliens?
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    Hmm... Well in Farscape the aliens would probably try to swindle him or extort him or generally screw him over. Leading to him blowing them away with spacemarine-esq fury. I doubt he would try to murder them on sight or anything like that if that's what you're wondering. DG can sense demons and when the funky critters around him dont show up in those senses and dont do anything to deserve swallowing their own teeth then he'll probably leave em be... Until the previously mentioned scenarios come into affect ofc.
     
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    (Chapter 2.1)


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    Pulse blasts scored the plating all along the corridor where my 'boarding party' were taking cover. The B1s returned fire with pulse rifles of their own as they leapfrogged up the passage covering each other with withering barrages of fire. I had pulled and replaced their plasma weapons with the ubiquitous pulse rifles due to the massive boost in efficiency, all their new weapons needed was a tiny vial of Chakan oil and they could keep firing for hours. When I threw my progenitor matter fabrication behind it they just became omg broken plz nerf.


    The fire from the besieged crew dropped off as they were pushed back into one of the many utility sections of the ship. The twenty or so individuals on the wrong end of my guns were the largest pocket of resistance remaining so I wasn't about to let the pause go to waste. My droids charged forward into the bay and laid into the defenders with energy blasts and metallic fists. The few peacekeepers they found fell one by one but it quickly became obvious that their numbers were off. Half of them were missing, probably snuck off into the labyrinthine maintenance tubes. I willed my droids forward to search for the entran-


    [SIGNAL LOST]


    .XXX.    ​


    I winced... or wanted to anyway when one of the Vigilantes I had 'captured' went up in a massive fireball. Debris spun off into space and some of the smaller pieces clattered against the hull of the Trahere like some twisted parody of rain. An entire day of fierce fighting came to a close with that explosion. The crews of the ships had proved wiley and resourceful. They possessed the home field advantage and had used it to the utmost, detonating the ship's store of Chakan oil. Fortunately, I had already pacified the other two ships and two out of three ain't bad.


    Speaking of fortunate events, the door hissed open leading to my spurious bridge and a pair of red/gray security droids frog-marched a certain Peacekeeper Lieutenant before a restored 'commander' droid. The droid stood from its captain's chair and spread its arms in welcome. "How nice of you to join us Lieutenant Meeklo Braca."


    The good Lieutenant looked a little worse for wear and was obviously distressed by his capture. His very human reaction almost made me feel bad for killing so many of his comrades... Anyway, my security droids allowed Braca the dignity of standing on his own as they took a step away from him to either side. "Don't look so nervous lieutenant," 'I' said with a good-natured pat on the shoulder. "I have more than enough prisoners already, you and the survivors from your little flotilla will be returned to Scorpius' command carrier unharmed as a gesture of goodwill.


    The look on his face was so confused I felt the need to snap a photo so I could stick it up on a wall later... Hmm... Ya'know I should dedicate a wall to photos of those sorts of faces, the entertainment might be worth the effort...


    "What?" Braca muttered before his eyes narrowed and his face returned to his normal flat expression. "Scorpius will not negotiate with you."


    "Well..." My droid muttered as it sat back down in its chair. "I might have to rough him up a little to get him to take me seriously but after that, I have a feeling he might be willing to deal."


    Braca looked like he was about to protest but a raised metallic hand stalled him. "The Peacekeepers have a problem Braca, a problem I would be willing to solve... for a price of course."


    "What problem... what price?" Braca asked as the two security droids returned to his sides.


    The commander droid steepled its fingers and I did my best to make its movements subtle and vaguely sinister. "That is exactly what I want you to relay back to Scorpius Braca, I will solve your Scarran problem and in exchange... I would like the peacekeepers to stay far away from John Crichton and a certain set of escaped prisoners, among other things."

    "What?" Braca said going right back to being confused. "Don't be ridiculous-"


    "Please inform Scorpius when you arrive that I will attack in half an hour... arn, half an arn. I want your ship at maximum battle readiness. "A wave of the commander droid's hand had the security models yanking Braca back out the door to rejoin the other prisoners. "Can't have this being too easy after all."


    .XXX.​


    I barely took notice of the fragment of myself returning as I practically salivated over the extensive list of new technologies I had torn from my captured vigilantes. Dealing with Braca and setting up the future meeting with Scorpius was only one small step toward my self-appointed goals in this universe.


    Looking over the list in front of me it was clear how much more this universe had to offer and I was going to obtain all I could... and maybe help out the "good guys" while I was at it.


    Now, where to begin?


    My digital gaze fell over the design of the few Prowlers I had captured and I felt the urge to grin. The basic design and function of it was pretty good but I could always improve it... A silly idea crept into my mind and I set to work straightening out the curved form of the Prowler. I had a bit of a theme started, why not stick with it?


    .XXX.​


    My mind was running a mile a microsecond as I poured over the various operations I was setting up in the system's Oort cloud. There were plenty of large planetoids floating around out there and the resources were starting to flow into vast floating bricks of storage facilities that I totally didn't steal the idea for from other commander stories on SV.


    "Commander?"


    The resources were important, and not just for the obsessive need to collect enough materials to create galaxy scale mega-structures either. I had been making due with just the scraps that the resource cores in my chassis and the Trahere produced but in order to perform the updates to my own units and refit the captured vigilantes, I needed to expand. So expand I did, Metal extractors and generators coated distant cold rocks like barnacles, sped along by my brand spanking new FTL, the Hetch drive.


    "...Commander Radon?"


    And then there was my new starfighters I was producing, lined up in parade formations, stockpiling for my assault. I could barely keep myself from nerdgasming all over the place as I added my best imitation of the most iconic sci-fi superiority fighters to my-


    "ANSWER ME YOU RUSTY HUNK OF SCRAP METAL!"


    Oh, err... I guess I better see what Eisheth wants before she blows a gasket. I really should try to get her to develop a little patience at some point. Would be good for her...


    Anyway.


    I pulled my attention away from my preparations and pulled up the view from within her room.


    ...


    "I see you made some interesting choices in decor." At some point, while I had been busy over the last day and change Eisheth had completely covered her room with demonic symbols and patterns. For a moment I wondered how the hell she'd drawn all of it but my sensors quickly picked up the iron in the blood and the swollen scabbed lines on her wrists revealed exactly where she had gotten it. "Uh, if you needed something to write with you just could have asked."


    Eisheth sighed and raised her unmarked hand up to tiredly rub her tired eyes. "I needed it to be blood, the magic is more potent."


    My camera swiveled around taking in the various sigils while I warmed up some of my internal defenses just in case she was seconds away from launching into a villain monologue about how her spells would eat my soul or something like that. "I see... care to explain?"


    Eisheth nodded and slumped tiredly onto her bed. Naamah came into the room with a quiet hiss from the door and made her way over to her sister to help her rest. Ya'know seeing them like this, it was kind of hard to maintain my resentment of them from the Tyna and Ea incident.


    "The markings are protecting us," Eisheth said tiredly, she almost looked like she was about to fall asleep then and there. I called up my pair of medical droids to make sure she wasn't about to die on me. They would take a minute to arrive but that was probably enough time. "From Maldis..."


    "Ah, right," I muttered checking my sensors as I felt a sensation, not unlike the hair prickling on the back of my neck. "All of this demon magic stuff, will it hold him off?"


    Namaah nodded. "For now, he's powerful, he'll wear it away and we will expend a lot of our energy just keeping the status quo."


    Shit, I had a feeling I knew where this was going. "Let me guess... You're gonna have to eat sooner rather than later?"


    Namaah nodded again, her usually bubbly personality nowhere to be seen. "I can't say I'm not looking forward to it but we know how humans tend to feel about it. It's vital we get something soon if you want us to keep this being away."


    Shit was afraid of that. "How long?"


    "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. You'll be dead long before your pets pointlessly exhaust themselves." A man's voice rang out in the room and instantly I brought the ship to full alert. Security droids dashed into the room from outside and scanned around, looking for any trace of an intruder as even more took up positions around my main chassis. The PD weapons powered up and the sensors began hunting for any anomaly they could pepper with holes.


    "Oh, how cute. Your weapons and machines will not help you!" His voice growled as a flickering image appeared in the middle of the room. He was pretty much exactly how I remembered him from the show. An elderly-ish looking man with luminous yellow eyes dressed in something out of a particularly emo Shakespearean stage production. His image faded after a few seconds but his voice stuck around. "You're quaint little protections won't keep me out for long. Enjoy your last hours..." Finally, his voice faded from the room leaving a deathly silence behind.



    "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..."



    .XXX.​


    Hey guys putting this one out early just to avoid interrupting anyones christmas. Hope you guys enjoy this one because I think it's probably gonna be the last one till after the 25th.


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    (Chapter 2.2)


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    Dust and space rocks slowly tumbled and smashed together. Somewhere far below a leviathan lurked and with it lay my only chance at surviving the next twenty-four hours. Just skimming above the system's inner asteroid belt fifty Incom T-65 X-wings, or nearly perfect imitations at least, raced toward their target. Tiny rocks bounced off their defense screens and vanished into flashes of vapor and electrons. Behind them, two modified Vigilanties burned in a valiant attempt to keep pace with the far faster fighter craft. Their forward sections had been massively up-armored, completely altering the appearance of the ship into a slab of armor with a pair of spinal frag cannons sandwiched in the middle.


    Half an hour ago I had returned the Peacekeeper crews to the command carrier along with my kind warning and my "generous" offer.


    Peacekeepers were not Scarrans, it was (somewhat?) possible to actually talk to them without being in a position of total dominance but knowing Scorpius and his lineage as a Peacekeeper Scarran hybrid, showing them that I wasn't messing around was the best way to avoid a knife in the back.


    The problem was Maldis.


    He is a creature that feeds on death, with him lurking around killing a huge number of beings would be akin to setting up an all you can eat buffet. The Maldis from the TV show was powerful enough to rule an entire planet through brutal subjugation, all the while feeding off its inhabitants. The only reason the crew of Moyà ever managed to beat him was the spiritual artillery piece that was Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan or the "big, beautiful, blue, bitch" as she was so colorfully referred to. The name was fitting, at least in part as she was quite the heavy hitter when it came to all of this voodoo mumbo-jumbo and could be quite vicious when she needed to be. Even then she always needed help or surprise to get one over on Maldis.


    A Commander is a powerful thing. All the stories I had ever read taught me that with enough time and resources a Commander could destroy civilizations, move galaxies, even bend the very laws of nature to their will but as powerful as they... as I... could eventually become we were not built to fight battles of the spirit. Did the other commanders even still possess their human soul or were they soulless copies stuffed into machine bodies to dance for the entertainment of spirits so powerful that even gods tremble at their passing? It would forever remain a mystery... unless, god forbid, that mess of a Mass Effect universe was actually going to suck me in as well.


    Ok, enough waxing poetic, eyes front, focus on what needs to be done right now.


    Unfortunately what I really needed was to contact Moya and enlist the help of the only person with any real experience in beating Maldis at his own game. In the show, Moya would be coming back in a few days to try and rejoin with her offspring Talyn. I doubt I had the time to wait for her to just show back up on her own.


    So I would have to improvise.


    .XXX.​


    "Prowler flight Lead checking in; No activity on scans." Corporal La'kark reported for what felt like the hundredth time since he was stuffed in this ship as a punitive duty. For his failure and worse his survival, he would fly the longest range patrol and be the first to encounter the enemy threat.


    That he wasn't expected to survive was a given.


    He kept a keen eye on his scanners right now it showed nothing but dust and the occasional rock, floating in the asteroid belt. Not only was he on guard for an attack by a previously unknown machine race but somewhere in that soup an armed leviathan hybrid lurked and it would no doubt decide to swat him out of the sky if he strayed within its range adding to the frelled up day he was having.


    [Prowler flight Lead, this is Prowler flight Two. Got some metallic returns just above the belt. Haven't been able to determine speed or vector but they could be ships.]


    Of course, they would find something, oh no this couldn't just be a normal patrol they just had to stumble right onto an enemy assault or monstrous mutant gunship or any number of other horrors.


    "Understood Two, check it out and report back. Nine escort her."


    [Understood.]

    [Understood.]


    La'kark kept his assigned heading as his two wingmen broke off and banked down towards the asteroid belt. His mouth was dry and he could feel his grip moistening as the sweat soaked into the gloves of his flight suit. Several minutes passed as he watched the two little blips on his scanner fully expecting them to wink out in a flash at any moment.


    [Lead this is Two, just a couple of unusually dense metallic asteroids. Returning to the formation.]


    He breathed an explosive sigh of relief and watched the two blips turn and begin burning back toward the rest of his formation. His luck apparently had a sense of irony though as an alarm blared and drew his attention to fifty-two infrared signatures that had only just entered the range of his scanner.


    "Frell!" La'kark swore even as he punched his comms controls.


    "Command this is La'kark, hostiles are coming from the direction of the belt and are closing fast. Heat signatures indicate fifty small craft and two larger signatures. Probable that the larger signatures are the two captured vigilantes and escorts."


    [Acknowledged,] came the voice of the carrier's tactical officer. La'kark had half expected to be talking to Scorpius himself but of course, he was likely still focusing on his search for Crichton. [Alert prowlers are launching and will link up with the remainder of our vigilantes. They will form a battle line to keep the attackers within the optimum range of the command carrier's main guns. Your assignment is to perform a delaying action. You will harry the attacking ships in order to give the rest of our forces time to get into position.]


    "Understood." He dutifully replied. The order was suicide. He had ten prowlers, all piloted by his commando team and a few unlucky pilots dumb enough to draw the ire of their superiors. Still, he was a Peacekeeper he was bred to die fighting.


    "All ships this is prowler lead, orders are to engage and harass. Enemy fighter capabilities are unknown but we have all trained against vigilantes, don't allow yourself to be bracketed by their point defense."


    [Understood!]


    La'kark nodded to himself in the privacy of his prowler as the formation split and dived into the dust of the asteroid field to wait for a chance to ambush the enemy.


    .XXX.​


    "Tyna can I speak with you for a second?" My voice announced my presence over the Trahere's intercom. My camera activated and spotted the succubus in question at the side of Ea's bed.


    To my great surprise, Ea raised her head and blearily looked around as Tyna turned to address the camera with the biggest grin on her face I had seen yet. "Hey it's your ship and we're succubi, it's not like we have modesty or anything like that." A weak chuckle came from Ea, humor dancing in her tired eyes.


    "Yes, well..." I paused for a moment. She had a point I suppose but still the idea rankled my sense of propriety. "I have a plan to get rid of Maldis."


    Instantly Tyna's face turned serious and she spared a brief glance down to the confused looking Ea before nodding. "And you want my help?"


    I 'nodded' my camera lens. "That's right..." I paused and tried to think of the best way to phrase my concerns.


    "Will it be dangerous?" a faint voice rose from the bed and both Tyna and me turned our attention to Ea.


    "Yes," I answered bluntly. "I assume Tyna told you what's going on?"


    "Sorta." Ea wheezed. "She just said we were getting attacked by a huge asshole."


    I really regretted not being capable of the involuntary reaction that humor normally inspired in humans. I simulated chuckle just to make myself feel a little more myself and the sheepish look that earned from Tyna was more than worth the effort. "Jokes aside, this will be both dangerous and vital to our survival."


    Tyna nodded seriously while Ea was starting to look nervous. "I'll do it, whatever you need," Tyna answered.


    "There is only one problem," I said, shifting my gaze between the two. "Not only will this save our lives but it will give you the perfect opportunity to betray me. How do I know that I can trust you?"


    Tyna looked shocked for a moment before her eyes narrowed in anger. "We already swore ourselves to you." She said in a calm voice that conflicted with the look she was giving my camera. "But if it's actions you want then fine. Let me do this and I will prove that I was not lying when I made that vow on both of our behalfs."


    I nodded my camera.


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    • FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING DONT FALL FOR THE SAME WAY ALL COMMANDER (almost all of them anywhere)FIC DIED OFF
    LEFT THE FUCKING MESS ALONE
     
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