Evolution's Final Marks (Commander SI Jumpfic)

Chapter 27; In the Shadow of the Hive
Chapter 27;
In the Shadow of the Hive


Eywa was changing. That was the word that had been spreading like a wildfire since the landing of the Kraken. From one tribe to the next the Na'vi we being changed and Jake was not really certain how he felt about that. Forced to flee from the Omatikaya by the resurrected Quartich's pursuit, now with the Metkayina he had only learned that the Tulkun spoke of a new predator in the oceans of Pandora.

Neytiri seemed disinclined to share in his paranoia and that fact worried him greatly. He stopped suddenly and looked up. The vast edifice of the hive ships overhead, the many many kilometres of tubes reaching down into the atmosphere to plunge into the taken zone where they fed greedily off of Pandora's bounty. There was a sense of expectation in the air, waiting for something to happen. And that expectation was not without reason. A flight of Toruk's flew close. A dozen of the majestic solitary creatures. And behind them, the skies spread into vast beats of wings and Jake felt a moments terror that they were fleeing something. Several creatures larger than a Toruk with a terrible countenance began beating low towards the Metkayina tents and....

People dropped from them casually where wings snapped out from their backs. The wings snapped and they came low towards the Metkayina village, the Na'vi responding in a panic, bringing spears and crossbows to bear. Jake raised his assault rifle and sighted the nearest of the strange creatures. They were humanoid in basic planform only with the wings folded behind them, they looked like something Giger might have masturbated to. But they moved like something else, as soon as Jake raised his rifle he found three of the figures aimed at him with organic looking weapons. "Lower your weapon Jake Sully. I would prefer not to fire this at you."

The words came in english, they had not responded to the defensive preparation of the other Na'vi except a casual wariness. And he realised why, more creatures fell from the wings of the massive creatures they had arrived in, and they beat wings in the air, holding a weapon clutched in their limbs aimed low. Neytiri came out and tried to calm down the Metkayina.

Jake lifted the barrel to the heavens and held it in a manner showing at the very least that he was listening. The leader of the strangers changed, her head peeling away from... a seemingly human head beneath.

"What do you want?" He asked as another massive flier came in, and this time it dropped off a number of objects directly on the beach itself, each of them floating in the shallow waters or leaving divots in the sand. They looked like wet eggs.

Another of the figures stepped forwards, living helmet receding. "We have been sent by Kraken and Eywa. The RDA have been issued ultimatums to leave in return for assistance correcting Earth's biosphere and even aiding them in development of faster than light, but they are dragging their feet waiting for a response from Earth. As such, we have been contracted, for lack of better word, to provide your insurgency with tools that will aid your actions."

One of the eggs, dragged over, split and ... Jake had no concept of what he was looking at. His expression must have carried that impression as well, for the man continued to speak.

"Second-Generation Combat Skin designed for Na'vi physiology, and rather than synapse cells for connecting to its wearer it is designed with the neural queue in mind." They stretched out the suit and Jake looked at it with a frown. "It's quite effective with the carapace sections able to withstand multiple .50 strikes as well as regenerative properties, wings for flight, muscular enhancements and even improved sensory awareness, though it does take some time to get used to having 360 degree vision.... which reminds me, you will want the faceplate open the first time you use 360 vision.. throwing up in a skinsuit is..." Behind them, one of the other skinsuited figures made a pre-vomiting sound just at the thought. "Let's just say, puke in your eyes."

Jake shuddered at the thought. "Frankly, I am not sure I believe you, or trust this gift."

"I don't give a shit." Harper said. "I'm here as a delivery man. Connect with Eywa, she has the operating instructions for the suits and weapons."
 
Chapter 28; Testing the Limits
Chapter 28;
Testing the Limits


The ISV Free Trade Gambit fell back through Pandora's orbit, it's careful deceleration designed to avoid immediate notice as its altered orbit allowed it to fall towards the biological starships occupying geostationary position. It's defence lasers were active, and so was the magnetic field used to protect it from microscopic or other smaller particles at seventy percent the speed of light. The dropping of the kraken into the waters of pandora had put paid to the venture to obtain Amrita from the Tulkun, the vast size of the creature belied its surprising turn of speed, and it seemed unnaturally quick to respond to an RDA presence in the waters. Almost as if the planet itself was informing on them.

That ludicrous idea aside, it was that action that had provoked this response, the clearly vulnerable vessels feeding on the planet below were an opportunity, not just for study, but for payback. "Give me a half second burst on the RCS to align us better. I want to keep the mirror between us and their fleet." The RCS drives gurgled for the proscribed time and the Captain nodded. "Bring the lasers to power and target them so that they hit the tentacles reaching down to the planet. Sensors, can we confirm our new course won't intersect with those?"

"We can Cap'n." The answer came back.

"Good. On my mark, begin the strike, once it begins we have only thirty seconds of pass-through before I want the Antimatter drives at full blast, we can commit to a second strike on our way back." He ordered and the crew voiced affirmitives. So why did he feel so much less certain than he had about their chances.

Instead, he was stuck waiting, waiting for their orbits to cross, and to make it look like a simple error. "Jackson, give me the telescopes view of what's happening... and ask the Marines to prepare the HEAP rockets that corporate signed off on."

The images came through. "For fucks sake Jackson, stop watching your anime porn and check out the telescopes, if this image were any grainier a midwest farmer would want to harvest them!"

"Sir. First of all, it's not porn. It's art. Second... that's not the telescopes." Jackson answered in a nasally voice high enough that the Captain imagined him tipping a fedora at a cardboard cutout of a girl. Or maybe that was just his own personal biases. Instead he studied it.

Jackson was right... there was something wrong, and it wasn't their telescopes. "Ok, anyone on the Lidar, Radar, Gaydar, I don't care what 'dar you have. What the fuck is happening there?"

Not really understanding that the word 'cunt' was probably the least offensive word the crew associated him with, they did has he said diligently, because it WAS weird. Finally one of their number spoke up. A small, stocky and fierce lesbian woman who went by the name Mara. "Those ships are venting some sort of void-mobile spores. They're thick sir, and I mean REALLY fucking thick, like if it were oxygen you could bloody breath it...." She was rolling back through their information. "Weathersats confirm that these fields were not present until we approached the equator that would expose them."

"Do these... spore fields... cover the tentacles reaching into the atmosphere?" He asked. She didn't deign to give him an answer for almost a full minute, and they were getting close much too quickly for that. "Yes, for about ten kilometres."

"Ok. I want the lasers adjusted to hit below that level. Navigation, do you need to take the plug out and change our orientation for that or are we good?" He asked. The man operating the console rolled his eyes wondering just how repressed the old cunt was. He wondered if maybe he was an ordained priest missing his child perhaps...

"Orientation is good. No need to deviate from cour..." He hesitated as the sensors operation head spoke up.

"Orbital shift. One of the vessels that is not connected to the surface has retracted the umbilicals it had with one of the larger ships, venting. Moving into our course."

"Fucks sake." He snarled, the telescopes changed orientation to look at the vessel blocking their course and he was suddenly far less certain. It was not large compared to its cousins, but it was still as large as a Capital class ISV. It was surrounded by the clouds of spores. But its maw looked like a big fucking gun to him. And it was pointed squarely at his ship.

And it wasn't moving from their course. "Target is accelerating."

"Goddamn it you useless assholes. Fire!"

The lasers began firing intense pulses after a moment of adjusting their aim at the tentacles yet still half a dozen seconds before the few explosive armour piercing weapons equipped onto guided rockets hurtled from rails into space where their drives snarled to life as RCS thrusters pointed them in the right direction.

In the first nine seconds the fore hundred and fifty metres of the ISV, including its mirror and magnetic shield, ceased to exist as a torrent of bioplasma turned it into several hundred if not thousand tons of molten material. The ship shuddered under the impact as critical structural supports were rendered nonexistent.

Twice more it belched fire, turning the antimatter drives into so much scrap material, only the fact the antimatter was kept in safe confinement chambers away from the main drives prevented the destruction being far worse. The crew decided that they might have preferred that as one of the larger ships turned its jaw and belched a second colosssus of a tentacle towards them. It snaked over the hundreds of kilometres separating them trivially and slammed into the ship with the force of an asteroid where complex jaws latched on and burrowed into the ISV, splitting the metal open before splitting a sphincter.

Hell itself poured aboard. Hundreds of monsters with glistening wet flesh and carapace burrowing and bounding through the halls. Those few Marines on board for security brought the weapons they could reach to bear and killed several of the creatures before being overwhelmed by tooth, claw, and guns that fired beetles that burrowed into you. The Captain reached for his sidearm after security footage showed one of the Marines being struck in the right eye by one, the man thrashing and howling in agony as he died before one of the monsters charging past him slammed a talon down through the mans brain.

He aimed towards the door... stopped and turned to his console. He had enough antimatter to accelerate to seventy percent of the speed of light over five and a half months of acceleration at one and a half gees. He called up the schematics for antimatter containment. And then called up the protocols of a hostile boarding. He selected the applicable criteria and hit the green 'run' button.

Over the next ten thousandths of a second antimatter containment shut down. No longer suspended in magnetic fields they made contact with their formerly magnetic containment bottles and, just four seconds before one of the invading creatures could reach him a new star appeared in the skies of Pandora when the antimatter found its counterpart and reacted violently.
 
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Ah yes, the "Eh, we can take 'em" approach. Wish I could say that the human command structure in the Avatar setting was smarter, but this is about par for the course.
 
oh that fucking bitch. started a fight without telling anyone, fucked it, doomed every human in this universe, and then had the audacity to kill himself.
 
Yea, dropping this. Some really unnecessary ham-fisted idiot ball stuff this chapter. ISVs are neither armed or even capable of ship-to-ship combat at any level that could even potentionally harm Tyranid bioships(aside from ramming, redlining reactors or drive plume fuckery), any threat projection would just give them a complete loss of assets...corporate would never approve that, not mentioning starting a war with a FTL-capable species that has a "HIVE FLEET". The ISVs are fragile as all hell. You could destroy one with a small sufficiently hypersonic projectile to the struts. Any laser capable of being worth a damn would cook the ISV alive combined with any kind of main drive operation in a close timeframe, they´d be venting heat for days. Atmospheric scattering would make any kind of laser ortillery more or less worthless. I doubt they have any nukes in-system, they are still a corporate operation and the closest shipment would take years. I do not understand why you´d choose the Humans to go completely idiot, but I guess that´s the story here. I am out.
 
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Ah well, there goes earths new bioshpere and FTL. Good riddance they didn't deserve it in the first place and they just proved that.
 
Yea, dropping this. Some really unnecessary ham-fisted idiot ball stuff this chapter. ISVs are neither armed or even capable of ship-to-ship combat at any level that could even potentionally harm Tyranid bioships(aside from ramming, redlining reactors or drive plume fuckery), any threat projection would just give them a complete loss of assets...corporate would never approve that, not mentioning starting a war with a FTL-capable species that has a "HIVE FLEET". The ISVs are fragile as all hell. You could destroy one with a small sufficiently hypersonic projectile to the struts. Any laser capable of being worth a damn would cook the ISV alive combined with any kind of main drive operation in a close timeframe, they´d be venting heat for days. Atmospheric scattering would make any kind of laser ortillery more or less worthless. I doubt they have any nukes in-system, they are still a corporate operation and the closest shipment would take years. I do not understand why you´d choose the Humans to go completely idiot, but I guess that´s the story here. I am out.

See, that's where you're wrong on virtually every point. Not your fault since it isn't covered specifically in the movies.

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Second Wave

The Venture Star was heavily armed, like all other ISVs, and returned to Pandora 14 years later. It was onboard the Venture Star that the invading general Frances Ardmore met with Jake Sully in an attempt to negotiate. After negotiations failed, Sully launched a Na'vi-human commando unit trained in space combat. They killed part of the ship's crew, but when they tried to turn the Venture's weapons against other ships, they failed and were forced to retreat.[7]"
Avatar: the High Ground part 2

The ISV's are propelled on their outward leg by a laser from the solar system capable of accelerating them to .7c

And I haven't chosen the RDA to go complete idiot, that's the Avatar verse. Same way the RDA is known to support terrorist organisations to prevent competition. If you feel the fic isn't for you that's certainly your choice I won't force you to stay. :p

But the ISV's are apparently heavily armed, they're fairly powerful (able to descend into atmosphere on antimatter rockets) and their sails are capable of absorbing a laser powerful enough to accelerate them to 70% of light speed.

BUT. One point you're 100% right on is the nuclear weapons front, I DID fuck up there. Apparently that is one they are explicitly prohibited from using. (Which is weird, they have antimatter rockets, nuclear weapons are a serious step down from just chucking an antimatter containment unit at someone.) However, since you were right, I will be retconning them to regular missiles.

(((On the subject of the quoted section.... I have no idea how Jake trained Na'vi in space combat operations. I think the source is a comic, and I don't have it.)))
 
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I did mention that the RDA would hang themselves no matter the length of rope you gave them, it's not a. Idiotball because it is canon accurate Avatar Verse humans are plenty stupid and self destructive without author fiat
 
Is the Avatar verse really where nuance goes to die? :rofl:

If so, I really hope the Hive aims to leave as soon as possible.

Funner fact. The new Avatar Game (which is honestly pretty great) makes the RDA ***even more cartoonishly evil*** resurrecting greatest hits from our history like raising children kidnapped from their culture and killing them when the lessons don't seem to stick.
 
I'd probably be caroonoshly evil too given my planet was about to die, and does command back on Earth really trust a biological hive fleet? I know that we sure wouldn't be too excited about it here.

Seems reasonable for them to have a sacrificial pawn test the waters.

Edit: I can very much see some politcian or corporate exec not believing ships made of flesh can withstand their guns. Reminds me of the wood planes the Brits used and the Germans were slow to copy. Lots of political nightmares get in the way of good military sense.
 
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Which is weird, they have antimatter rockets, nuclear weapons are a serious step down from just chucking an antimatter containment unit at someone
antimatter removes everything from the area. nuclear kills most things in the area and poison everything in the area for years.

who cares if everything in the region dies can it still be used afterwards is the question
 
Funner fact. The new Avatar Game (which is honestly pretty great) makes the RDA ***even more cartoonishly evil*** resurrecting greatest hits from our history like raising children kidnapped from their culture and killing them when the lessons don't seem to stick.

Great... Yet another Ham-Fisted creation of Slacktivsts saying 'Humans Bad'. Thanks for the heads up on how Toxic the message of the game is.
 
Great... Yet another Ham-Fisted creation of Slacktivsts saying 'Humans Bad'. Thanks for the heads up on how Toxic the message of the game is.

While it is Avatar, so that is a core theme of it, I will partially defend it here in that it is largely not a core part of the story (though it is a part) it seems like more justification for the players to have knowledge on how to use RDA equipment to the point you can even hack things, while making a voyage of 'rediscovery' for the Na'vi character. (In all honesty, it's probably how I would have done it too, not every protagonist needs ot be a defecting Avatar :p)
 
Chapter 29; A Hard Reaction
Chapter 29;
A Hard Reaction


I studied the Yautja as they boarded, not really understanding fully why they did only that I willed it so, that was a hard thing that I had not intended to do, and yet, as they boarded they all moved towards the Norn Queens chamber where the Broodfather awaited. They knelt and waited as one by one tendrils reached out and connected with the Yautja. Sampling and tasting the genestealers seed that had been planted in them all, altering their genes permanently. I drew out the samples and plied deep into the depths of the code of life. I plucked and twisted strands, rebound RNA sequences, altered them. Altering the typical cycle of the genestealer blood within them. Stripping down those sequences that would, over the next few generations, produce the increasingly twisted hybrids eventually resulting in more purestrains.

All of that genecode was junked. And replaced. The beginnings of the neural queue was planted. The broodmind genetics were left unaltered and their connection to the broodfather left intact. Once done those retrosequences were fired back into their veins and they began their work. The Broodfather looked up and I spoke through its altered vocal chords, a message reinforced through the broodmind.

//You are being passed the guardianship of this world. The humans have abused this planet and its peoples sorely and as part of my agreements with Eywa, I have selected guardians for it. I cannot remain forever to guard it. I have other duties and purposes, and even now I take into myself a part of Eywa and the genes of this world. And so I pass this duty to you. This world is forbidden to the tread of mankind, there are some few who are excepted, those who work with the Na'vi and the planet. Allow the avatar Jake Sully to advise on this matter.\\ The Yautja looked proud, and I didn't know how much that was simply because, whether I chose to or not, my willing them to accept this role would pass through the bond. But one Yautja spoke.
//Are we to be banished to this world forever?\\

//No. Build your civilisation anew, once I have withdrawn, the area where once I touched down on this world, and five hundred kilometres in all directions, are tithed to you. You will be part of the world, but not bound by all the rules binding the native tribes, not all of whom will remain.\\

That made them blink. Jake Sully had eventually aceeded and used the biotechnology offered him to aid his cause. But Eywa was even now bonding a part of herself with me, a minor part with its own role to play. Vast quantities of unobtanium had been siphoned. The genetics for much of Pandoras life. Flora and Fauna alike. But Eywa had cultivated her people. And she would bring many of them with us. Several thousand Na'vi, being reconditioned to a new life.

But for now.

I had a response to carry out.

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General Ardmore vented her frustration with the idiots in orbit who had just lit a new star in the sky and apparently done little more than anger the ships above. That fact horrified her beyond all reason, that ship had possessed enough antimatter to accelerate it to point seven cee and return to Earth, her people had run the math, and the yield of the explosion was, in theory, over two and a half teratons of tnt equivalent. The energy released however, suffered heavily in a vacuum and the damage falloff is astonishingly quick. But the radiation pulse was enormous and compromised a number of operations.

"General Ardmore." A voice said.

"Not now Lieutenant, I want the Asshole in charge up there on the line." She said without turning.

"That's going to be difficult..." She turned to reprimand the man then frowned, went over and studied the screen. The screens showed three vessels that were distinctly not biological in nature, and one by one they blasted the life support section of the ISV's with long ranged plasma fire. "Maam? Orders."

General Ardmore was dumbstruck. Silent. She would have never confessed it to any of the souls in the base, but she was something of an afficionado of classic science fiction from the golden ages and she knew those ships. They were Predator Motherships. And one by one they annihilated the living sections of the ISVs.

"Pray Lieutenant... my order is to pray. Because the universe thinks it is a funny cunt."

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General Ardmore need not have worried. Had she had the foresight to check, she would have noticed that I had repositioned the Hive Ship itself and fired a shot at the planet, designed to curve and arc down through the atmosphere and strike Bridgehead directly. I would not rob the Yautja of their prey entirely, but I would also not leave the RDA with the infrastructure to make a good fight of it.

General Ardmore never thought to check her skies, and those people who did saw a bizarre cloud of emerald shooting across the skies. Then the bioplasma screamed down into Bridgehead and the would-be city ceased to be.

As the last of the mass I would harvest from this source rose, I felt as the changes I was propagating through the hive fleet began to touch. The roots of trees beginning to grow upon the carapaces of the ship. I felt the shard of Eywa within me, a piece of herself, and connected to a matching node on Pandora itself. //Where do we go?\\

//Earth. Humanity doesn't deserve to pay for the RDA's crimes.\\
 
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