99 - Revolution
Faith
Some idea of what I'm doing.
- Location
- Land of Waves and Warmth
Okay, I lied, it didn't come at the end of last week like I didn't say it wouldn't.
It is, however, huge. So there you go.
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99 - Revolution
December, 2162
Explosions lit the dark void above Anhur as the two fleets exchanged fire. Streaks of golden light leapt from ship to ship, blue fields shimmered across the ship's hulls, and little beams of ruby light flickered as dozens of Batarian fighters dueled a small horde of Firefly Interceptors.
I watched with disinterest as the second group of Batarian Republic vessels arrived from Phase Space, flanking the Hegemony fleet and immediately catching them in a crossfire of heavy slugs and missiles, creating the diversion that would allow the success of my own actions.
Fires and explosions rocked the Hegemony fleet as first one, and then two more of their cruisers were devastated by the flanking force, shells punching right through their lowered shields and into their hulls, crippling their innards. Wisps of air rushed from tears and rends in the vessels, occasionally accompanied by tiny streams of blood or crushed and mangled corpses.
It wasn't the most friendly way of subduing the Hegemony, but Hegemony prisoners had terrible manners… and the Republic soldiers were far less empathetic than I was.
I bit my lip and stayed my course. The Jacob Keyes plunged through the waves of fire, unhindered by even the Hegemony's best efforts at repelling it. Torrents of cannon fire and searing lasers brushed at the ship's sturdy shields, slowly battering them down - but not fast enough.
Torn between attacking my ship and the ships that were in turn attacking them, the Hegemony were unable to focus their fire on either. The Avery Johnson, trailing just behind the Keyes, engaged its CLAWs, slicing away at the enemy ships, carving turrets from their mounts and melting jagged deformations into cannon barrels.
Rapidly losing their offensive power, the fleet reoriented to focus on the Johnson, and its shields strained under the assault. An opening provided, the Jacob Keyes broke through the enemy line, beginning its descent to the planet's surface as the Republic's two fleets moved in to mop up in orbit.
The invasion of Anhur had begun.
March, 2163
Hope gestured at the holopad, waving me over with her other hand.
"I finished setting everything up like Halsey's documents say. Got the clone brain?"
I held up the glassy container in my hands. Nestled within, suspended in a tank of nanofluid, was a freshly cloned human brain - taken from one of the many medical records we'd swiped from the FTLverse.
According to the documentation, AI tended to retain minor elements of the human they used to be. This was useful for them, as using an adult brain created an AI who was almost immediately at an adult level of maturity. However, the UNSC were careful to ensure that those they would turn into AI did not have any mannerisms and characteristics unsuitable for such a role - such as, say, sociopathy, - and put all brain donors through a series of simple tests to see if they were worth having.
Hope and I, however, weren't particularly fussed by that particular detail. Cloning every single one of the many, many people we had on record seemed like a huge waste of time, and having to then deal with having cloned several hundred people not native to this universe, most of whom were incredibly racist bastards, seemed like an unnecessary complication to an already rather involved process.
So we just took a brain from a random Rebel officer and went with it.
I passed the brain case to Hope, allowing her to take over the more delicate process of transferring the brain into the Cognitive Impression Modeller and plugging in a handful of electrode looking things.
Eventually, she stepped back from the device, flipping a switch on the side and turning to face the holographic pedestal.
For a few moments, not a lot happened. The CIM emitted a low buzzing noise, the only sound in the room.
The buzzing alleviated, and finally the machine made a 'ding' noise not unlike a microwave as the process completed.
The holopad flickered, and a figure emerged, a silhouette of silver light that slowly resolved into a clearer form. When the glow settled, a young gentleman who wouldn't have looked out of place in Guns of Icarus stood upon the holopad, dressed in a steampunk-style officer's uniform.
He tipped his tricorne in our general direction as he appeared before settling it gently back upon his head. "Well, hello there, ladies."
July, 2163
The fleet of the Vular system was utterly unprepared to deal with our assault.
Either the Hegemony hadn't heard the memo, or the concept of Mass Relay bottlenecks were so ingrained into their society that they couldn't comprehend the idea of being attacked from somewhere other than the Relay.
Either way, the Vular system's fleet was woefully unready to deal with us - the majority of their ships having relocated to Harsa and the Relay located there.
The ships that remained were quickly dealt with, the Chipps Dubbo and Pete Stacker jumping point-blank and overwhelming them with borders whilst the rest of our fleet, and the ships of the Republic, turned straight to the dusty grey rock below.
Vana wasn't much to look at - a rock covered in dry ice and yet more domed cities. The uranium mines that littered the planet were being depleted, and some mining groups had already moved onto digging out magnesium.
With slaves, of course. Because Hegemony.
I allowed Hope and the Republic leaders to take over in the ground battle - after all, I'd liberated the last domed city world, and I'd done it on my damned own. They could deal with it.
That said, I didn't hesitate to watch - unlike Aratoht, where the planetside defenders had had a chance to prepare themselves and their defences, here the first sign of the invasion was the Republic ships touching or hovering just above the cities.
And as before, Avatar Droids entered the cities first, NeoAvatars and Republic troopers following behind them.
Firefly Drones scoured the inner faces of the various domes, their tiny red lasers cutting chunks out of parked military vehicles and slicing off the wings of the half-dozen Mantis gunships in the planet's capital.
I'm surprised the defenders even bothered trying.
October, 2163
Hope looked up at the looming leviathan, taking in its immense size and the black luster of its shell for the last time. A handful of her little green Spider-Fabricators scuttled across its surface, occasionally spraying a film of green nanites across the vessel's hull.
Hope turned to the building next to her, a large computer complex that controlled the autonomous network responsible for researching the dead Reaper. Nestled within, behind several dozen layers of both cyber and physical security, was a database, containing blueprints and schematics for the entirety of the Reaper and the details of every system within.
Or at least, she assumed that was the case. The system had been programmed to send her the message only once it and the two Fabricators that made up its 'army' had totally scanned and documented the whole Reaper, or rather, once they achieved a completion percentage of about 99.9995%. Based on the system's estimated time, that should have left her seven minutes before the process completed.
She had to account for travel time, after all.
Since it had sent the signal, she'd hustled over, leaving Faith to deal with the ongoing battles in the Kite's Nest to sort out this immense and incredibly dangerous loose end.
Hence, the Spider-Fabricators crawling all over the Leviathan and planting plasma charges every couple dozen metres. Either the scanners were about to report completion, or the Reaper had somehow hacked the system to lure her into a trap.
Either way, destroying it seemed the most prudent solution.
She waited semi-idly as the seconds ticked by, fiddling with the designs of the Purifier Bot to create a Fabrication variant for dangerous environment construction.
When she finished that, she turned to building a new type of Avatar droid, one that sacrificed its internal Eezo core for a Phase Stealth Drive and a short range personal teleporter - an innovation of the Phase Teleporter pad that allowed it to teleport itself, given a self contained system.
She'd never brag about it, but she was incredibly happy that she'd figured that out. It was certainly a neat trick. If somewhat… dangerous. And likely to kill any organics using it, owing to the huge amounts of exotic radiation that it created each time it activated.
When that was done, she became worried. Seven minutes had been and gone since she'd received the message. Almost eight, in fact. Well beyond the expected margin of error.
Hope toyed with the idea of just taking the files that were there, detonating the charges and calling it a day. Whatever hadn't been scanned couldn't possibly have been that important. Not enough to risk dealing with indoctrination bullshit.
Yeah, she thought. I'll just do tha-
A flash high above caught her attention. Hope looked up just in time to see the whitish light fading, leaving a small black box in its wake. For just six nanoseconds, the box hung in the air, not yet dragged down by Jartar's dismal gravity.
And then the box opened, exposing six kilograms of antimatter to the atmosphere.
As the explosion reached towards her Osiris body, Hope sighed, and slipped back into the network.
"I thought you said you were just going to sear it with plasma?" I asked as she explained what had happened.
Hope looked uncomfortable as she shrugged. "Yeah, well… since it had already probably taken over the system I set up to do the research on it, it was better to just kill it quickly."
"Yeah, but… that much antimatter?"
Hope looked me in the eyes seriously. "Indoctrination is serious business, right? Figured it wasn't worth the risk at all."
For some reason, I got the feeling there was more to it than that. Ah, well, whatever.
November, 2163
To: All Officers (Batarian External Forces), All Officers (Special Intervention Unit), All Officers (System Security - Harsa, Untrel, Indris)
From: Special Intervention Unit Chief Executive Kurloz
Subject: Erszbat
All units, be aware. Erszbat has been lost. The Vular System is now confirmed to be enemy territory. Analysis of prior attack patterns and projected force dispositions suggests that their next target will be the Untrel System. Prepare accordingly.
Our agents have made the following observations from the battlefield:
- Combat droids continue to form the primary component of the enemy forces.
- All varieties are vulnerable to EMP weaponry, as it disrupts their Overshields significantly.
- Combat droids ignore given orders in order to protect nearby civilians. Firing upon Class 4 or below civilians is now authorized as a tactic for delaying approaching forces.
- Laser drones are lightly armoured and rely on agility to avoid destruction once their shields are disabled. They can be eliminated by infantry firearms if caught by surprise.
- Laser drones prioritize vehicles, even if unoccupied, over bipedal targets. If they are reported in your AO, abandon vehicles and engage the drones with infantry weapons.
- Organics continue to serve as special forces and squad leaders.
- Eliminating organic squad leaders does not nullify the threat posed by the combat droids, but does limit their tactical abilities and prevents them from advancing until they get a new controller.
- Both Human and Separatist officers possess new variants of the Dirge Laser Rifles. These new rifles possess both a faster rate of fire and a shorter heat cycling period, in addition to underslung grenade launchers. Use caution when engaging.
- Vehicles beyond Separatist Skyhauler transports have yet to be observed.
- All observed Separatist Skyhauler transports on Erszbat have been retrofitted with Overshields and Assault Turrets. Use caution when engaging.
Be aware that the Terkat Plan is still in effect. All Terkat Plan operators are to continue as instructed.
--- Special Intervention Unit Chief Executive Kurloz
January, 2164
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♦Topic: Another One Bites The Dust (Ramlat Thread)
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12012002 (Original Poster) (Veteran Member)
Posted on January 21, 2164:
Hooooo, boy. Link as per the rules. Summary for the unaware is thus:
The Batarian Republic are still kicking ass and taking names across the Kite's Nest. This week it's Ramlat suffering, the last of the remaining Hegemony planets in the Indris system. Hegemony forces bolstered by the Blood Pack have been brutally beaten and captured slash executed en masse. Casualties reaching into the hundreds of thousands at this point, most of those
Just to clarify, this leaves the Hegemony with TWO worlds left - Khar'shan and Verush.
Is this it? Is the end of the Hegemony upon us? Or is this part of a devious ploy to lure the Republic into a false sense of security?
Who knows? Not me.
What I do know is this - humans are fucking terrifying.
Okay, now I know what you're thinking. "But 12012002, Humans have always been scary"
No.
Human fleets have always been scary. They scared the Turians at Shanxi, they've been mopping up battle cruisers and dreadnoughts throughout the Kite's Nest, they just generally don't give a shit about the concept of resistance.
I'm not talking about their fleets.
For a while, there were those rumours about the Humans being behind the raid on the Might of Khar'shan. There's footage out there of Humans being crazy ninjas and jumping all over the place with jetpacks and staffs like some kind of Salarian cartoon characters. That was cool.
Watch this.
Yes, that's a human with one arm taking out two Krogan at once. If you watch at 0:41, you can see another Krogan face down in a pool of orange liquid and I'm pretty sure it's not juice.
So, that's what's going on in the Kite's Nest right now. Thoughts?
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► Nua'Taach nar Prismoid (Veteran Member) (Pilgrim)
Replied on January 23, 2164:
Oh, well.
Good.
I spoke to a couple of other Pilgrims recently, guys who used to work for BSA. Apparently every Quarian in the Kite's Nest got the hell out back when the Vular System was taken, and any word on the Hegemony saying otherwise (ie all of it) is lies (as always).
What I'm most curious about is their glacial pace. Like, every battle seems to only take a couple weeks at most, the Vular system fell altogether in less time than that, and casualties are never very high, but there's always ages between attacks.
Anyone know why that is?
► Scallwug
Replied on January 23, 2164:
IANAS, but I'd guess logistics?
I mean, killing all the Hegemony forces isn't the end of it - they have to go root out the Hegemony sympathisers, free all the slaves, do whatever else the Republic's policy says they need to do, and so on. I think it was mentioned in one of Bakkra's War Vlogs that they were assimilating each planet into the Republic as they went.
That's probably kinda slow I guess.
Personally, I'm still stuck up on the 'kicking ass' part. How the fuck does a terrorist group and a private company beat down a Citadel member state? Like, I don't get it.
► BattleshipFusou (Best Battleship)
Replied on January 23, 2164:
It's all lies! The Faith Foundation and the Alliance are merely just pawns for The Fleet! They plan to conquer the galaxy one race at a time before they go and fight the race of Super AIs that destroyed the Protheans!
► Menae's Proudest (Turian)
Replied on January 23, 2164:
Whilst I can't speak for the logistics side, I am a soldier, and thus feel qualified to speak on the 'kicking ass' part.
Firstly, morale - the Hegemony's military is mainly lower-caste Batarians trying to crawl their way up to a higher social standing and/or standard of living. That doesn't exactly breed devoted soldiers. Vicious, murderous soldiers, yes, but not necessarily devoted.
On top of that, the smart ones are probably beginning to realize that the Republic taking over is in their best interests. They probably make up a huge chunk of the surrendering Hegemony forces being taken in by the Republic.
Second, technology - the Hegemony tried to up their game with their Quarian pilgrim scheme, but as Prismoid pointed out, most of the Quarians have quietly kriffed off back to the Citadel. And let's be honest, even with the Quarians on their side, they'd still be behind. The Humans are way ahead of the Citadel, even though they have been sharing some of their older and less powerful tech, and the Faith Foundation are by all accounts a group just as far ahead of the Systems Alliance as the Alliance are of us.
Based on the fact that they bandy around multi-layer energy shields, laser weaponry and non-Eezo FTL like it's going out of fashion, that's probably true. My old Captain scored a crate of their Pulsar Laser Rifles, the new variant, and oh god that thing's horrific. On maximum power it's a threat to tanks. And it's their standard rifle. Every single Republic fighter in the Kite's Nest has one of those. Whilst I can't speak for the rest of her tinfoil theory, Battleship may actually be right about them being in cahoots with the Fleet.
Third, agility - it ties into the above, but the Batarian Republic can hit the Hegemony wherever and whenever they want thanks to their Human FTL. Oh, a chokepoint at the Harsa relay? We'll just skip that system and go shank your other systems then.
► Scallwug
Replied on January 23, 2164:
It amazes me how quickly Battleship zigzags between incredibly detailed and in-depth posts in the Systems Alliance board and tinfoiling over here in the Hegemony board.
Anyway, Menae, thank you for the rundown. Very informative. What is the deal with the FF anyway? Like, they operate outside the Systems Alliance, and the SA are the Human reps to the Council. Does that mean the FF are outside the Council? Would explain why the Council aren't getting in on the Batarian Revolution.
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May, 2164
The Hegemony mecha was a big lumbering thing - if I had to guess, I'd say it was the same kind of walker that would eventually become the Triton, or its vastly more well known Cerberus variant, the Atlas.
It was cute, in a way, that they thought a single walker like that would save them. I mean, it had done an effective job at halting the infantry advance, but that was more because the squad leaders were hiding whilst the Avatar Droids drew it's fire.
It would have taken only a matter of seconds for me to divert a couple of Fireflies or a heavy weapons squad to deal with it. There were Republic heavy weapons units around, too, who were probably already moving towards the mech at their colleague's behest.
But I had a better idea.
Well, cooler. Same difference.
It took only a handful of seconds to form the requisite drop pod, and then my little surprise was on its way.
The pod slammed into the ground in the middle of the street, scattering dust and debris all over the few Avatar droids who hadn't been crushed. The pod's side panels shot off half a second later, revealing the war machine inside.
The Dox, taller, wider, and far better armed and armoured than the Hegemony mecha, stepped forward, the ground shaking beneath its feet. A booming digital voice echoed through the streets. "Reactor online. Sensors online. Weapons online. All systems nominal."
The Hegemony mech immediately began firing at the Dox, mass accelerator rounds pinging off its chest armour harmlessly. A pair of rockets slammed into the Dox's head, fire and smoke blooming around its neck.
The Dox stepped forward, carrying it clear of the cloud of smoke, and raised a single arm cannon. A volley of plasma bolts shot forth, slagging huge chunks of the mech's armour and melting away its internal systems, ripping one arm off at the shoulder.
The mech kept firing with its rockets, another pair slamming into the Dox's raised gun arm. The damage dealt was negligible, far too little to stop it from firing. And so it didn't, even as the pilot ejected through some access hatch on the back, instead pelting the Hegemony mech with another stream of plasma shots, rapidly turning it from a functional war machine into a vaguely bipedal mess of slag and molten metal.
July, 2164
Half a dozen cruisers and two frigates dropped from FTL just a scant few dozen kilometres from the ambush sight - just as expected. I sent a ping through the network to my current assistant.
On the dashboard beside my current Avatar, a small silver figure flickered into life, already in the process of tipping his hat before I'd even turned to look at him.
"Ah, Sterling."
"Reporting for duty, ma'am," he said with a smile as he set his hat back upon his head.
Sterling was the first of the AI that we had created - well, besides the time I created Hope, but that was a little different. In a way, that almost made him my, or rather our, son, but… given he'd come out of the process possessing adult-level maturity off the bat, in addition to the fact that I was in no way mentally prepared to be a mother, a trait Hope no doubt shared…
Well, that would have gotten awkward, quickly. Better to think of him, and the hundreds of other AIs that now inhabited Miranda, as just more subordinates. Ones a little more flexible in terms of what they could do. None of the UNSC AI seemed to have any trouble juggling hundreds or even thousands of things at once, unlike Hope and I, who struggled when the number surpassed 'dozens'.
It made them ideal, for situations like this.
"Ready to take over?" I gestured to the window, at the space battle beyond.
Sterling tilted his head. "Well, I suppose this is what I've been training for, in a way. The others?"
"Hope is briefing Britannia now. She'll be taking over the Ipheion craft. The Fireflies and Gageas are yours."
"Excellent. Objectives?"
I looked out again at the approaching fleet. "Britannia's craft are equipped with the anti-capital weapons. You'll be providing the anti-fighter support. Try to disable, rather than kill. But… don't fuss over it too much."
Sterling nodded once, raising an eyebrow but not questioning it. "Understood. Permission to begin the attack?"
"Granted."
December, 2164
I looked out with a grimace at the one ship still lumbering, watching it slowly traverse the void on its path to Adek. It had been a long while since I'd seen it - the Might of Khar'shan, in all it's heavily retrofitted glory.
From what my sensors could pick up, the ship had a number of upgrades that made it notably more impressive than it had been when I'd last stopped it dead in space and looted its prison cells for an epic-tier band of terrorists.
It now possessed a secondary Eezo core, smaller than the primary core, in the bow of the ship, increasing the strength of both its mass accelerator cannons and and its kinetic barriers, as well as a new cluster of anti-proton engines far more efficient than the older models. The entire ship was coated in a new and reinforced type of armour panel - ironically, one derived from the Bright Foundation alloys that most of my units were made of.
I knew I should have been more careful with those self destruct routines. Oh well.
"You understand the plan?"
Sterling nodded and saluted smartly. "Dispatch the Fireflies, draw the dreadnought's attention, focus engines and weapons, and avoid excessive destruction, keeping casualties to a minimum whilst you prepare for boarding actions. Again."
I narrowed my eyes at the digital construct. "Was that sass, Sterling?"
He chuckled. "No, ma'am. Deploying Fireflies."
Six hundred Fireflies rocketed across the void towards the dreadnought, abandoning all pretense of stealth as they neared the dreadnought's maximum range.
Predictably, the Khar'shan opened, its own GARDIAN arrays firing at the incoming drones. The first two volleys were shrugged off easily by the Firefly's shields, the third inflicting the first casualties of the skirmish.
By that point, the Fireflies had begun firing in return, each shot targeting a GARDIAN array or a point defence turret, melting gun barrels and searing black lines into the ship's armoured hull. As the number of GARDIAN turrets fell, the ship began employing its other point defence weapons, the much slower turrets rotating to track the swarming drones.
At Sterling's command, the drones danced around the dreadnought, deftly avoiding every burst of fire it could muster, all the while plinking away at its weapons, slowly reducing the firepower it could bring to bear at any moment.
Even under Sterling's command, the drones weren't fast enough to dodge lasers, and the GARDIAN arrays continued knocking out his drones one by one. Frowning, he ordered the drones to prioritise the GARDIANS, quickly shredding the last of them and eliminating the main threat the dreadnought posed to his little swarm.
Squadrons of fighters deployed from hangar bays recessed against the ship's armour, rushing to combat the drone swarm that was slowly nibbling their ship to pieces.
Sterling laughed heartily as he put the fighter pilots under the same pressure he had faced - the Fireflies for once being put to their proper use as interceptors. Laser beams shredded fighter wings and burned holes in engine blocks as the two forces engaged, the Hegemony hopelessly outmatched and yet continuing to fight.
It was impressive, how stubborn they were. Every suggestion of ending the war was rejected. Ambassadors were attacked, messages of peace fell on deaf ears.
As if the Hegemony wanted to be destroyed.
It is, however, huge. So there you go.
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99 - Revolution
December, 2162
Explosions lit the dark void above Anhur as the two fleets exchanged fire. Streaks of golden light leapt from ship to ship, blue fields shimmered across the ship's hulls, and little beams of ruby light flickered as dozens of Batarian fighters dueled a small horde of Firefly Interceptors.
I watched with disinterest as the second group of Batarian Republic vessels arrived from Phase Space, flanking the Hegemony fleet and immediately catching them in a crossfire of heavy slugs and missiles, creating the diversion that would allow the success of my own actions.
Fires and explosions rocked the Hegemony fleet as first one, and then two more of their cruisers were devastated by the flanking force, shells punching right through their lowered shields and into their hulls, crippling their innards. Wisps of air rushed from tears and rends in the vessels, occasionally accompanied by tiny streams of blood or crushed and mangled corpses.
It wasn't the most friendly way of subduing the Hegemony, but Hegemony prisoners had terrible manners… and the Republic soldiers were far less empathetic than I was.
I bit my lip and stayed my course. The Jacob Keyes plunged through the waves of fire, unhindered by even the Hegemony's best efforts at repelling it. Torrents of cannon fire and searing lasers brushed at the ship's sturdy shields, slowly battering them down - but not fast enough.
Torn between attacking my ship and the ships that were in turn attacking them, the Hegemony were unable to focus their fire on either. The Avery Johnson, trailing just behind the Keyes, engaged its CLAWs, slicing away at the enemy ships, carving turrets from their mounts and melting jagged deformations into cannon barrels.
Rapidly losing their offensive power, the fleet reoriented to focus on the Johnson, and its shields strained under the assault. An opening provided, the Jacob Keyes broke through the enemy line, beginning its descent to the planet's surface as the Republic's two fleets moved in to mop up in orbit.
The invasion of Anhur had begun.
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March, 2163
Hope gestured at the holopad, waving me over with her other hand.
"I finished setting everything up like Halsey's documents say. Got the clone brain?"
I held up the glassy container in my hands. Nestled within, suspended in a tank of nanofluid, was a freshly cloned human brain - taken from one of the many medical records we'd swiped from the FTLverse.
According to the documentation, AI tended to retain minor elements of the human they used to be. This was useful for them, as using an adult brain created an AI who was almost immediately at an adult level of maturity. However, the UNSC were careful to ensure that those they would turn into AI did not have any mannerisms and characteristics unsuitable for such a role - such as, say, sociopathy, - and put all brain donors through a series of simple tests to see if they were worth having.
Hope and I, however, weren't particularly fussed by that particular detail. Cloning every single one of the many, many people we had on record seemed like a huge waste of time, and having to then deal with having cloned several hundred people not native to this universe, most of whom were incredibly racist bastards, seemed like an unnecessary complication to an already rather involved process.
So we just took a brain from a random Rebel officer and went with it.
I passed the brain case to Hope, allowing her to take over the more delicate process of transferring the brain into the Cognitive Impression Modeller and plugging in a handful of electrode looking things.
Eventually, she stepped back from the device, flipping a switch on the side and turning to face the holographic pedestal.
For a few moments, not a lot happened. The CIM emitted a low buzzing noise, the only sound in the room.
The buzzing alleviated, and finally the machine made a 'ding' noise not unlike a microwave as the process completed.
The holopad flickered, and a figure emerged, a silhouette of silver light that slowly resolved into a clearer form. When the glow settled, a young gentleman who wouldn't have looked out of place in Guns of Icarus stood upon the holopad, dressed in a steampunk-style officer's uniform.
He tipped his tricorne in our general direction as he appeared before settling it gently back upon his head. "Well, hello there, ladies."
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July, 2163
The fleet of the Vular system was utterly unprepared to deal with our assault.
Either the Hegemony hadn't heard the memo, or the concept of Mass Relay bottlenecks were so ingrained into their society that they couldn't comprehend the idea of being attacked from somewhere other than the Relay.
Either way, the Vular system's fleet was woefully unready to deal with us - the majority of their ships having relocated to Harsa and the Relay located there.
The ships that remained were quickly dealt with, the Chipps Dubbo and Pete Stacker jumping point-blank and overwhelming them with borders whilst the rest of our fleet, and the ships of the Republic, turned straight to the dusty grey rock below.
Vana wasn't much to look at - a rock covered in dry ice and yet more domed cities. The uranium mines that littered the planet were being depleted, and some mining groups had already moved onto digging out magnesium.
With slaves, of course. Because Hegemony.
I allowed Hope and the Republic leaders to take over in the ground battle - after all, I'd liberated the last domed city world, and I'd done it on my damned own. They could deal with it.
That said, I didn't hesitate to watch - unlike Aratoht, where the planetside defenders had had a chance to prepare themselves and their defences, here the first sign of the invasion was the Republic ships touching or hovering just above the cities.
And as before, Avatar Droids entered the cities first, NeoAvatars and Republic troopers following behind them.
Firefly Drones scoured the inner faces of the various domes, their tiny red lasers cutting chunks out of parked military vehicles and slicing off the wings of the half-dozen Mantis gunships in the planet's capital.
I'm surprised the defenders even bothered trying.
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October, 2163
Hope looked up at the looming leviathan, taking in its immense size and the black luster of its shell for the last time. A handful of her little green Spider-Fabricators scuttled across its surface, occasionally spraying a film of green nanites across the vessel's hull.
Hope turned to the building next to her, a large computer complex that controlled the autonomous network responsible for researching the dead Reaper. Nestled within, behind several dozen layers of both cyber and physical security, was a database, containing blueprints and schematics for the entirety of the Reaper and the details of every system within.
Or at least, she assumed that was the case. The system had been programmed to send her the message only once it and the two Fabricators that made up its 'army' had totally scanned and documented the whole Reaper, or rather, once they achieved a completion percentage of about 99.9995%. Based on the system's estimated time, that should have left her seven minutes before the process completed.
She had to account for travel time, after all.
Since it had sent the signal, she'd hustled over, leaving Faith to deal with the ongoing battles in the Kite's Nest to sort out this immense and incredibly dangerous loose end.
Hence, the Spider-Fabricators crawling all over the Leviathan and planting plasma charges every couple dozen metres. Either the scanners were about to report completion, or the Reaper had somehow hacked the system to lure her into a trap.
Either way, destroying it seemed the most prudent solution.
She waited semi-idly as the seconds ticked by, fiddling with the designs of the Purifier Bot to create a Fabrication variant for dangerous environment construction.
When she finished that, she turned to building a new type of Avatar droid, one that sacrificed its internal Eezo core for a Phase Stealth Drive and a short range personal teleporter - an innovation of the Phase Teleporter pad that allowed it to teleport itself, given a self contained system.
She'd never brag about it, but she was incredibly happy that she'd figured that out. It was certainly a neat trick. If somewhat… dangerous. And likely to kill any organics using it, owing to the huge amounts of exotic radiation that it created each time it activated.
When that was done, she became worried. Seven minutes had been and gone since she'd received the message. Almost eight, in fact. Well beyond the expected margin of error.
Hope toyed with the idea of just taking the files that were there, detonating the charges and calling it a day. Whatever hadn't been scanned couldn't possibly have been that important. Not enough to risk dealing with indoctrination bullshit.
Yeah, she thought. I'll just do tha-
A flash high above caught her attention. Hope looked up just in time to see the whitish light fading, leaving a small black box in its wake. For just six nanoseconds, the box hung in the air, not yet dragged down by Jartar's dismal gravity.
And then the box opened, exposing six kilograms of antimatter to the atmosphere.
As the explosion reached towards her Osiris body, Hope sighed, and slipped back into the network.
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"I thought you said you were just going to sear it with plasma?" I asked as she explained what had happened.
Hope looked uncomfortable as she shrugged. "Yeah, well… since it had already probably taken over the system I set up to do the research on it, it was better to just kill it quickly."
"Yeah, but… that much antimatter?"
Hope looked me in the eyes seriously. "Indoctrination is serious business, right? Figured it wasn't worth the risk at all."
For some reason, I got the feeling there was more to it than that. Ah, well, whatever.
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November, 2163
To: All Officers (Batarian External Forces), All Officers (Special Intervention Unit), All Officers (System Security - Harsa, Untrel, Indris)
From: Special Intervention Unit Chief Executive Kurloz
Subject: Erszbat
All units, be aware. Erszbat has been lost. The Vular System is now confirmed to be enemy territory. Analysis of prior attack patterns and projected force dispositions suggests that their next target will be the Untrel System. Prepare accordingly.
Our agents have made the following observations from the battlefield:
- Combat droids continue to form the primary component of the enemy forces.
- All varieties are vulnerable to EMP weaponry, as it disrupts their Overshields significantly.
- Combat droids ignore given orders in order to protect nearby civilians. Firing upon Class 4 or below civilians is now authorized as a tactic for delaying approaching forces.
- Laser drones are lightly armoured and rely on agility to avoid destruction once their shields are disabled. They can be eliminated by infantry firearms if caught by surprise.
- Laser drones prioritize vehicles, even if unoccupied, over bipedal targets. If they are reported in your AO, abandon vehicles and engage the drones with infantry weapons.
- Organics continue to serve as special forces and squad leaders.
- Eliminating organic squad leaders does not nullify the threat posed by the combat droids, but does limit their tactical abilities and prevents them from advancing until they get a new controller.
- Both Human and Separatist officers possess new variants of the Dirge Laser Rifles. These new rifles possess both a faster rate of fire and a shorter heat cycling period, in addition to underslung grenade launchers. Use caution when engaging.
- Vehicles beyond Separatist Skyhauler transports have yet to be observed.
- All observed Separatist Skyhauler transports on Erszbat have been retrofitted with Overshields and Assault Turrets. Use caution when engaging.
Be aware that the Terkat Plan is still in effect. All Terkat Plan operators are to continue as instructed.
--- Special Intervention Unit Chief Executive Kurloz
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January, 2164
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♦Topic: Another One Bites The Dust (Ramlat Thread)
In: Boards ► Galactic Affairs ► Politics ► Batarian Hegemony
12012002 (Original Poster) (Veteran Member)
Posted on January 21, 2164:
Hooooo, boy. Link as per the rules. Summary for the unaware is thus:
The Batarian Republic are still kicking ass and taking names across the Kite's Nest. This week it's Ramlat suffering, the last of the remaining Hegemony planets in the Indris system. Hegemony forces bolstered by the Blood Pack have been brutally beaten and captured slash executed en masse. Casualties reaching into the hundreds of thousands at this point, most of those
Just to clarify, this leaves the Hegemony with TWO worlds left - Khar'shan and Verush.
Is this it? Is the end of the Hegemony upon us? Or is this part of a devious ploy to lure the Republic into a false sense of security?
Who knows? Not me.
What I do know is this - humans are fucking terrifying.
Okay, now I know what you're thinking. "But 12012002, Humans have always been scary"
No.
Human fleets have always been scary. They scared the Turians at Shanxi, they've been mopping up battle cruisers and dreadnoughts throughout the Kite's Nest, they just generally don't give a shit about the concept of resistance.
I'm not talking about their fleets.
For a while, there were those rumours about the Humans being behind the raid on the Might of Khar'shan. There's footage out there of Humans being crazy ninjas and jumping all over the place with jetpacks and staffs like some kind of Salarian cartoon characters. That was cool.
Watch this.
Yes, that's a human with one arm taking out two Krogan at once. If you watch at 0:41, you can see another Krogan face down in a pool of orange liquid and I'm pretty sure it's not juice.
So, that's what's going on in the Kite's Nest right now. Thoughts?
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► Nua'Taach nar Prismoid (Veteran Member) (Pilgrim)
Replied on January 23, 2164:
Oh, well.
Good.
I spoke to a couple of other Pilgrims recently, guys who used to work for BSA. Apparently every Quarian in the Kite's Nest got the hell out back when the Vular System was taken, and any word on the Hegemony saying otherwise (ie all of it) is lies (as always).
What I'm most curious about is their glacial pace. Like, every battle seems to only take a couple weeks at most, the Vular system fell altogether in less time than that, and casualties are never very high, but there's always ages between attacks.
Anyone know why that is?
► Scallwug
Replied on January 23, 2164:
IANAS, but I'd guess logistics?
I mean, killing all the Hegemony forces isn't the end of it - they have to go root out the Hegemony sympathisers, free all the slaves, do whatever else the Republic's policy says they need to do, and so on. I think it was mentioned in one of Bakkra's War Vlogs that they were assimilating each planet into the Republic as they went.
That's probably kinda slow I guess.
Personally, I'm still stuck up on the 'kicking ass' part. How the fuck does a terrorist group and a private company beat down a Citadel member state? Like, I don't get it.
► BattleshipFusou (Best Battleship)
Replied on January 23, 2164:
It's all lies! The Faith Foundation and the Alliance are merely just pawns for The Fleet! They plan to conquer the galaxy one race at a time before they go and fight the race of Super AIs that destroyed the Protheans!
► Menae's Proudest (Turian)
Replied on January 23, 2164:
Whilst I can't speak for the logistics side, I am a soldier, and thus feel qualified to speak on the 'kicking ass' part.
Firstly, morale - the Hegemony's military is mainly lower-caste Batarians trying to crawl their way up to a higher social standing and/or standard of living. That doesn't exactly breed devoted soldiers. Vicious, murderous soldiers, yes, but not necessarily devoted.
On top of that, the smart ones are probably beginning to realize that the Republic taking over is in their best interests. They probably make up a huge chunk of the surrendering Hegemony forces being taken in by the Republic.
Second, technology - the Hegemony tried to up their game with their Quarian pilgrim scheme, but as Prismoid pointed out, most of the Quarians have quietly kriffed off back to the Citadel. And let's be honest, even with the Quarians on their side, they'd still be behind. The Humans are way ahead of the Citadel, even though they have been sharing some of their older and less powerful tech, and the Faith Foundation are by all accounts a group just as far ahead of the Systems Alliance as the Alliance are of us.
Based on the fact that they bandy around multi-layer energy shields, laser weaponry and non-Eezo FTL like it's going out of fashion, that's probably true. My old Captain scored a crate of their Pulsar Laser Rifles, the new variant, and oh god that thing's horrific. On maximum power it's a threat to tanks. And it's their standard rifle. Every single Republic fighter in the Kite's Nest has one of those. Whilst I can't speak for the rest of her tinfoil theory, Battleship may actually be right about them being in cahoots with the Fleet.
Third, agility - it ties into the above, but the Batarian Republic can hit the Hegemony wherever and whenever they want thanks to their Human FTL. Oh, a chokepoint at the Harsa relay? We'll just skip that system and go shank your other systems then.
► Scallwug
Replied on January 23, 2164:
It amazes me how quickly Battleship zigzags between incredibly detailed and in-depth posts in the Systems Alliance board and tinfoiling over here in the Hegemony board.
Anyway, Menae, thank you for the rundown. Very informative. What is the deal with the FF anyway? Like, they operate outside the Systems Alliance, and the SA are the Human reps to the Council. Does that mean the FF are outside the Council? Would explain why the Council aren't getting in on the Batarian Revolution.
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May, 2164
The Hegemony mecha was a big lumbering thing - if I had to guess, I'd say it was the same kind of walker that would eventually become the Triton, or its vastly more well known Cerberus variant, the Atlas.
It was cute, in a way, that they thought a single walker like that would save them. I mean, it had done an effective job at halting the infantry advance, but that was more because the squad leaders were hiding whilst the Avatar Droids drew it's fire.
It would have taken only a matter of seconds for me to divert a couple of Fireflies or a heavy weapons squad to deal with it. There were Republic heavy weapons units around, too, who were probably already moving towards the mech at their colleague's behest.
But I had a better idea.
Well, cooler. Same difference.
It took only a handful of seconds to form the requisite drop pod, and then my little surprise was on its way.
The pod slammed into the ground in the middle of the street, scattering dust and debris all over the few Avatar droids who hadn't been crushed. The pod's side panels shot off half a second later, revealing the war machine inside.
The Dox, taller, wider, and far better armed and armoured than the Hegemony mecha, stepped forward, the ground shaking beneath its feet. A booming digital voice echoed through the streets. "Reactor online. Sensors online. Weapons online. All systems nominal."
The Hegemony mech immediately began firing at the Dox, mass accelerator rounds pinging off its chest armour harmlessly. A pair of rockets slammed into the Dox's head, fire and smoke blooming around its neck.
The Dox stepped forward, carrying it clear of the cloud of smoke, and raised a single arm cannon. A volley of plasma bolts shot forth, slagging huge chunks of the mech's armour and melting away its internal systems, ripping one arm off at the shoulder.
The mech kept firing with its rockets, another pair slamming into the Dox's raised gun arm. The damage dealt was negligible, far too little to stop it from firing. And so it didn't, even as the pilot ejected through some access hatch on the back, instead pelting the Hegemony mech with another stream of plasma shots, rapidly turning it from a functional war machine into a vaguely bipedal mess of slag and molten metal.
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July, 2164
Half a dozen cruisers and two frigates dropped from FTL just a scant few dozen kilometres from the ambush sight - just as expected. I sent a ping through the network to my current assistant.
On the dashboard beside my current Avatar, a small silver figure flickered into life, already in the process of tipping his hat before I'd even turned to look at him.
"Ah, Sterling."
"Reporting for duty, ma'am," he said with a smile as he set his hat back upon his head.
Sterling was the first of the AI that we had created - well, besides the time I created Hope, but that was a little different. In a way, that almost made him my, or rather our, son, but… given he'd come out of the process possessing adult-level maturity off the bat, in addition to the fact that I was in no way mentally prepared to be a mother, a trait Hope no doubt shared…
Well, that would have gotten awkward, quickly. Better to think of him, and the hundreds of other AIs that now inhabited Miranda, as just more subordinates. Ones a little more flexible in terms of what they could do. None of the UNSC AI seemed to have any trouble juggling hundreds or even thousands of things at once, unlike Hope and I, who struggled when the number surpassed 'dozens'.
It made them ideal, for situations like this.
"Ready to take over?" I gestured to the window, at the space battle beyond.
Sterling tilted his head. "Well, I suppose this is what I've been training for, in a way. The others?"
"Hope is briefing Britannia now. She'll be taking over the Ipheion craft. The Fireflies and Gageas are yours."
"Excellent. Objectives?"
I looked out again at the approaching fleet. "Britannia's craft are equipped with the anti-capital weapons. You'll be providing the anti-fighter support. Try to disable, rather than kill. But… don't fuss over it too much."
Sterling nodded once, raising an eyebrow but not questioning it. "Understood. Permission to begin the attack?"
"Granted."
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December, 2164
I looked out with a grimace at the one ship still lumbering, watching it slowly traverse the void on its path to Adek. It had been a long while since I'd seen it - the Might of Khar'shan, in all it's heavily retrofitted glory.
From what my sensors could pick up, the ship had a number of upgrades that made it notably more impressive than it had been when I'd last stopped it dead in space and looted its prison cells for an epic-tier band of terrorists.
It now possessed a secondary Eezo core, smaller than the primary core, in the bow of the ship, increasing the strength of both its mass accelerator cannons and and its kinetic barriers, as well as a new cluster of anti-proton engines far more efficient than the older models. The entire ship was coated in a new and reinforced type of armour panel - ironically, one derived from the Bright Foundation alloys that most of my units were made of.
I knew I should have been more careful with those self destruct routines. Oh well.
"You understand the plan?"
Sterling nodded and saluted smartly. "Dispatch the Fireflies, draw the dreadnought's attention, focus engines and weapons, and avoid excessive destruction, keeping casualties to a minimum whilst you prepare for boarding actions. Again."
I narrowed my eyes at the digital construct. "Was that sass, Sterling?"
He chuckled. "No, ma'am. Deploying Fireflies."
Six hundred Fireflies rocketed across the void towards the dreadnought, abandoning all pretense of stealth as they neared the dreadnought's maximum range.
Predictably, the Khar'shan opened, its own GARDIAN arrays firing at the incoming drones. The first two volleys were shrugged off easily by the Firefly's shields, the third inflicting the first casualties of the skirmish.
By that point, the Fireflies had begun firing in return, each shot targeting a GARDIAN array or a point defence turret, melting gun barrels and searing black lines into the ship's armoured hull. As the number of GARDIAN turrets fell, the ship began employing its other point defence weapons, the much slower turrets rotating to track the swarming drones.
At Sterling's command, the drones danced around the dreadnought, deftly avoiding every burst of fire it could muster, all the while plinking away at its weapons, slowly reducing the firepower it could bring to bear at any moment.
Even under Sterling's command, the drones weren't fast enough to dodge lasers, and the GARDIAN arrays continued knocking out his drones one by one. Frowning, he ordered the drones to prioritise the GARDIANS, quickly shredding the last of them and eliminating the main threat the dreadnought posed to his little swarm.
Squadrons of fighters deployed from hangar bays recessed against the ship's armour, rushing to combat the drone swarm that was slowly nibbling their ship to pieces.
Sterling laughed heartily as he put the fighter pilots under the same pressure he had faced - the Fireflies for once being put to their proper use as interceptors. Laser beams shredded fighter wings and burned holes in engine blocks as the two forces engaged, the Hegemony hopelessly outmatched and yet continuing to fight.
It was impressive, how stubborn they were. Every suggestion of ending the war was rejected. Ambassadors were attacked, messages of peace fell on deaf ears.
As if the Hegemony wanted to be destroyed.