10 - Preparation
Faith
Some idea of what I'm doing.
- Location
- Land of Waves and Warmth
In which things are still pretty bad.
PS. I liked all the suggestions, but the one I ended up going with wasn't actually any of yours but a variant on the suggestions of Aeroprime and Ronan O'Brien. Thanks
*kisses*
10 - Preparation
The Titans continued their steady march towards the city, not slowing despite the near constant attacks from my Hornets.
The Titans didn't even seem fazed by the endless explosions splashing across their bodies any more. Attempts to target the eye had so far failed, as the Titans merely held up their arms over their faces and continued their unstoppable advance, occasionally swinging their arms and trying to swipe a few Hornets out of the sky.
I let them. I still had about an hour before they reached the walls.
Enough time to build twenty more Voyagers from each Advanced Airfield.
Well, not quite twenty. Powerful as the ship's engines were, they were still large and heavy, and took a good bit of time to get off the ground.
And the ships could only load when they were landed, so that meant I had to wait for people to file on before the ship could even begin to take off. And loading fifteen hundred people... I wouldn't be getting twenty ships out in that hour, put it that way.
At least, not twenty ships from that one Airfield. I had two more, now, build somewhat further from my main base. Each was also equipped with loading ramps and teleporters. I'd just have to cycle the teleporters when one ship filled up so I could keep a steady stream of people loading.
Eugh. That plan would involve... maths.
I dropped maths in Year 11 for a reason, damnit.
If it wasn't for the teleporter's limits, this would have been so much easier.
Actually, that gave me an idea. Maybe I could skip the middle man entirely, and just build teleporters onto the ships.
That could work. And would allow people to travel between ships as well, should that be necessary for whatever reason.
Assuming that no one else was using the Teleporter network.
No, no, that wouldn't work. I already had people loading onto the first ship.
Which, actually, was still in dock. Still easily modified.
I made the changes to the design, and the Advanced Airfield's Fabricators sent their nanobots to make the modifications. They were complete in seconds, making it look as if it had always been part of the design.
Haha! I am a genius. Now I can have the ships take off as soon as they're done, and load pretty much as fast as people can walk through the portal.
Which is still unnervingly slow. Did the slum dwellers not realise they had about an hour before the Titans arrived at the city and all hell broke lose?
Ugh.
Oh well. Not much I could do about it.
Whilst they continued their painfully slow boarding of the Voyager, I turned to assist my Advanced Air Fabricators with the construction of my new Plasma Cannon.
Still didn't know what to call it. Plasma Cannon sounded too mainstream. I wanted a cool name, damn it.
And actually, I had one.
The Little Ray of Sunshine. LiRoS, for short.
Of course, that name wasn't entirely accurate, for a few reasons. It was only really valid if by little, you mean big enough to drive a semitrailer through, by ray, you meant energy blast the size of a small house, and by sunshine, you meant plasma.
Since I was a giant robot with a big fuck-off plasma cannon, though, I was pretty sure no one was going to argue.
Either way, I assisted the Fabricators with its construction and it finished at about the same time as my third and fourth Pioneers did.
Once they were done, both Airfields shut down to ease the drain on my resources. The Pioneers, admittedly, were a drop in the bucket compared to the Voyagers but still.
I did another quick check over my various operations. Three Advanced Airfields, all building Voyagers. I'd shut down the Teleporter temporarily so I could get the first one loaded and in the air before I finished loading it, but the last of the passengers were nearly on so that wouldn't take long to sort out.
The rest of my base was idle as almost all of my Fabricators assisted in the expansion, building more Extractors where possible and otherwise reclaiming land for more Advanced Airfields.
The Lumes seemed pretty content to leave me be, but I guess I wasn't the one pumping their atmosphere full of oxygen.
The Fabricators I'd sent into Brightholme were currently flying around building lots of wall blocks and laser towers. The walls were good for both corralling crowds and blocking off Lume access, and the towers were placed in areas where I couldn't afford Lume presence, such as along the numerous busy roads packed with refugees.
Whilst the Fabricators constructed static defenses, my Kestrels were content to provide mobile defense, blasting Lumes from the sky wherever they reared their plant-zombie heads. My four Pioneers assisted, using their own assault cannons to shred Lumes alongside the Kestrels.
I'd ordered them not to use the missiles. Too much risk involved in that. I didn't want to blow holes in any streets or anything.
My Hornets were still buzzing around the Titans, to absolutely no effect. Chains of explosions rocked the Titan's legs, but the great creatures didn't even stumble. I left the Hornets as they were. As a distraction, they were serving wonderfully. Although I'm not sure they were really slowing the Titans much... or at all. Oh well.
And finally, over to the east on the far side of the city, I had two more Kestrels and a Pioneer, hovering idly over the narrow channel of water separating Elysion One from the landmass to the east. I took remote control of those craft, moving them south down the coastline.
As I surveyed the land below them, the three craft located an area full of wind turbines. There were several islands, really nothing more than sandbanks, with wind turbines built upon them, the chain of islands stretching for kilometres.
Why a futuristic society was using such primitive methods of power generation was beyond me, but I ignored that, moving my Kestrels closer to the coast, and the scene of a rather large gunfight. There was a large deck, metal plated, resting above a sandbar. On the middle of the deck was another wind turbine, one badly damaged by the looks of it. Beyond the deck, further inland, was a large shed-like building - well, more like two stuck together. One of the sheds housed the core - the other, I vaguely recalled, may have been a Lume spawn point.
I was proven right when a swarm of runners burst from the larger building, only to be immediately cut down by towers. Lumes were pouring out of the woodwork and racing towards a maze of white gun turrets, rockets and blasts of lightning vaporising groups of Runners and focused laser beams carving up Armoured Heavies like hot knives through butter.
On top of the shed stood three armoured figures, a robot and a girl in a black hoodie.
The Core Guardians, fighting side by side with my favourite hacktivist.
My Kestrels dropped from the clouds into a low hover above the battlefield.
And then their cannons roared, and the battlefield became a slaughterhouse.
PS. I liked all the suggestions, but the one I ended up going with wasn't actually any of yours but a variant on the suggestions of Aeroprime and Ronan O'Brien. Thanks
*kisses*10 - Preparation
The Titans continued their steady march towards the city, not slowing despite the near constant attacks from my Hornets.
The Titans didn't even seem fazed by the endless explosions splashing across their bodies any more. Attempts to target the eye had so far failed, as the Titans merely held up their arms over their faces and continued their unstoppable advance, occasionally swinging their arms and trying to swipe a few Hornets out of the sky.
I let them. I still had about an hour before they reached the walls.
Enough time to build twenty more Voyagers from each Advanced Airfield.
Well, not quite twenty. Powerful as the ship's engines were, they were still large and heavy, and took a good bit of time to get off the ground.
And the ships could only load when they were landed, so that meant I had to wait for people to file on before the ship could even begin to take off. And loading fifteen hundred people... I wouldn't be getting twenty ships out in that hour, put it that way.
At least, not twenty ships from that one Airfield. I had two more, now, build somewhat further from my main base. Each was also equipped with loading ramps and teleporters. I'd just have to cycle the teleporters when one ship filled up so I could keep a steady stream of people loading.
Eugh. That plan would involve... maths.
I dropped maths in Year 11 for a reason, damnit.
If it wasn't for the teleporter's limits, this would have been so much easier.
Actually, that gave me an idea. Maybe I could skip the middle man entirely, and just build teleporters onto the ships.
That could work. And would allow people to travel between ships as well, should that be necessary for whatever reason.
Assuming that no one else was using the Teleporter network.
No, no, that wouldn't work. I already had people loading onto the first ship.
Which, actually, was still in dock. Still easily modified.
I made the changes to the design, and the Advanced Airfield's Fabricators sent their nanobots to make the modifications. They were complete in seconds, making it look as if it had always been part of the design.
Haha! I am a genius. Now I can have the ships take off as soon as they're done, and load pretty much as fast as people can walk through the portal.
Which is still unnervingly slow. Did the slum dwellers not realise they had about an hour before the Titans arrived at the city and all hell broke lose?
Ugh.
Oh well. Not much I could do about it.
Whilst they continued their painfully slow boarding of the Voyager, I turned to assist my Advanced Air Fabricators with the construction of my new Plasma Cannon.
Still didn't know what to call it. Plasma Cannon sounded too mainstream. I wanted a cool name, damn it.
And actually, I had one.
The Little Ray of Sunshine. LiRoS, for short.
Of course, that name wasn't entirely accurate, for a few reasons. It was only really valid if by little, you mean big enough to drive a semitrailer through, by ray, you meant energy blast the size of a small house, and by sunshine, you meant plasma.
Since I was a giant robot with a big fuck-off plasma cannon, though, I was pretty sure no one was going to argue.
Either way, I assisted the Fabricators with its construction and it finished at about the same time as my third and fourth Pioneers did.
Once they were done, both Airfields shut down to ease the drain on my resources. The Pioneers, admittedly, were a drop in the bucket compared to the Voyagers but still.
I did another quick check over my various operations. Three Advanced Airfields, all building Voyagers. I'd shut down the Teleporter temporarily so I could get the first one loaded and in the air before I finished loading it, but the last of the passengers were nearly on so that wouldn't take long to sort out.
The rest of my base was idle as almost all of my Fabricators assisted in the expansion, building more Extractors where possible and otherwise reclaiming land for more Advanced Airfields.
The Lumes seemed pretty content to leave me be, but I guess I wasn't the one pumping their atmosphere full of oxygen.
The Fabricators I'd sent into Brightholme were currently flying around building lots of wall blocks and laser towers. The walls were good for both corralling crowds and blocking off Lume access, and the towers were placed in areas where I couldn't afford Lume presence, such as along the numerous busy roads packed with refugees.
Whilst the Fabricators constructed static defenses, my Kestrels were content to provide mobile defense, blasting Lumes from the sky wherever they reared their plant-zombie heads. My four Pioneers assisted, using their own assault cannons to shred Lumes alongside the Kestrels.
I'd ordered them not to use the missiles. Too much risk involved in that. I didn't want to blow holes in any streets or anything.
My Hornets were still buzzing around the Titans, to absolutely no effect. Chains of explosions rocked the Titan's legs, but the great creatures didn't even stumble. I left the Hornets as they were. As a distraction, they were serving wonderfully. Although I'm not sure they were really slowing the Titans much... or at all. Oh well.
And finally, over to the east on the far side of the city, I had two more Kestrels and a Pioneer, hovering idly over the narrow channel of water separating Elysion One from the landmass to the east. I took remote control of those craft, moving them south down the coastline.
As I surveyed the land below them, the three craft located an area full of wind turbines. There were several islands, really nothing more than sandbanks, with wind turbines built upon them, the chain of islands stretching for kilometres.
Why a futuristic society was using such primitive methods of power generation was beyond me, but I ignored that, moving my Kestrels closer to the coast, and the scene of a rather large gunfight. There was a large deck, metal plated, resting above a sandbar. On the middle of the deck was another wind turbine, one badly damaged by the looks of it. Beyond the deck, further inland, was a large shed-like building - well, more like two stuck together. One of the sheds housed the core - the other, I vaguely recalled, may have been a Lume spawn point.
I was proven right when a swarm of runners burst from the larger building, only to be immediately cut down by towers. Lumes were pouring out of the woodwork and racing towards a maze of white gun turrets, rockets and blasts of lightning vaporising groups of Runners and focused laser beams carving up Armoured Heavies like hot knives through butter.
On top of the shed stood three armoured figures, a robot and a girl in a black hoodie.
The Core Guardians, fighting side by side with my favourite hacktivist.
My Kestrels dropped from the clouds into a low hover above the battlefield.
And then their cannons roared, and the battlefield became a slaughterhouse.
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