Faith in Superior Firepower [Planetary Annihilation Multicross SI]
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Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
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- The Wastes
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- He/Him
Could you please take this to another thread? I think this is approaching the mod intervention point
Faith
Some idea of what I'm doing.
- Location
- Land of Waves and Warmth
Please, yes. Faith Foundation will be using both because they look cool, and due to the use of Progenitor Hypertech, both have an Effective Firepower rating of 'yes'.
End of discussion. Talk about something else. Like, say, the Plague Armageddon, or something. Hell, argue about which version of me is best girl. So long as it's related, I don't really care.
- Location
- North of England
- Pronouns
- She/They
Oh no. Oh dear golly gosh no. *Takes cover*
You've said it, now the waifu war shall never end.
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- Location
- North of England
- Pronouns
- She/They
Though in all seriousness, if one must argue about which is best girl I feel it's better to wait a bit first. Hope was just introduced and we don't know all that much about her yet, it's probably best to wait until she gets some more distinct characterization before evaluating her as waifu material.
- Location
- Arizona
Before people go all in for one Faith or the other, may I point out that Hope is going all Science! and as we all know, people who do SCIENCE! are terrifying.
Besides, they were all Faith in the beginning.
Faith-Chan best Waifu +1!
(In all seriousness, I'd usually avoid Waifu or shipping real people or SIs based on Authors, cause that can be... ewww.
But since Faith seems to have OK'd it...)
Besides, they were all Faith in the beginning.
Faith-Chan best Waifu +1!
(In all seriousness, I'd usually avoid Waifu or shipping real people or SIs based on Authors, cause that can be... ewww.
But since Faith seems to have OK'd it...)
Faith or Hope?
As in life, I have said and acted upon it "why not both?"
Twins are best.
As in life, I have said and acted upon it "why not both?"
Twins are best.
62 - Firewall
Faith
Some idea of what I'm doing.
- Location
- Land of Waves and Warmth
Almost forgot to post this. Almost. Still Wednesday, still counts.
As I said in your thread, @Ovid, I must apologise but I was wrong about the number of chapters you'll have to wait for Faith's first contribution to the Nearly Enuff Dakka list. Turns out writing whilst high is not necessarily great for plot and pacing, so a few chapters are going to have to be rewritten, or at the very least touched up slightly.
Bright side, I'm out of hospital now and my fingers work again(ish) so there's that?
62 - Firewall
The surface cargo elevator near Bastion was positively overrun with Plague by the time Team 1 arrived in their impromptu convoy, Creepers and the larger Ravager types throwing themselves at a heavily fortified Red Faction checkpoint near the base of the elevator shaft.
I figured they might have been too busy fighting for their lives to send the elevator up to the surface, so I hacked into the system, forced the upper gate to open, and had my units simply drive into the elevator shaft.
Not like a twenty three story drop was going to phase them.
The Laser Spiders went first, stomping through the horde, crushing the lesser Plague beneath their six pointy feet and blasting apart the Ravagers with their Friendship Lasers.
Which really, urgently, desperately needed a better name. Ah well. Problems for later.
The Braves followed, their large tyres and heavy metal bull bars making quick work of the few Plague dumb enough to try getting in the way.
With the combined firepower of my little convoy and the Red Faction's barricade, the last of the Plague were wiped out fairly quickly, and the Red Faction troopers emerged from their makeshift bunker, looking between my vehicles and the elevator in surprise before shrugging and approaching.
Trooper 5 climbed out of the rear Brave, waving the soldiers over.
"You must be those Faith Foundation fellas, yeah? Thanks for the assist, don't know how much longer we'd have been able to hold out. How'd you get down here, anyway? I didn't see the lift go up."
"It didn't."
The Red Faction soldier looked between my vehicles and the lift again.
"That's a twenty odd story drop," the Red Faction soldier said, the unasked question obvious to see.
"Yeah."
Another head swivel.
"Huh."
---
With the major colonies secure, the border outposts evacuated, and the Red Faction groups throughout the underground preparing themselves for another assault, I turned my attention from the defence, to the offense.
Four thousand Doxes marched mechanically onto the nearby set of Phase Teleporters, being relocated in groups of five from their rally point in Hemsville to the depths of the tunnels beneath Mars.
Most of the 'squads' I'd teleported in had been sent to the larger caverns and chambers, places where multiple tunnels converged, in order to stem the flow of the Plague and to try and stop them spreading out. The rest had been moved into the tunnels proper, a wall of steel and fire abruptly appearing in front of the onrushing horde of monsters.
Regardless of their destination, as soon as they emerged the plasma started flying. Searing blasts of blue fire and intense beams of red light lanced out from the Doxes, incinerating the swarming creatures by the dozen.
The Doxes in the tunnels at the foremost reaches of the Plague's expansion got off a good four or so volleys before the horde slammed into them like a tidal wave. Luckily, the sharp claws and acid of the Plague weren't so effective on the Progenitor's military grade armour alloys, and the charge broke, its momentum ruined by the wall of machinery standing in its way.
The Fire Doxes opened up at that point, their twin plasma throwers flooding the tunnels in light and heat and utterly vaporizing every dumb bug stupid enough to continue pressing the assault. A literal firewall, devouring everything it touched.
The Doxes inside the Plague's 'territory', as it were, struggled a little more, surrounded on all sides and hopelessly overwhelmed.
In terms of numbers, anyway. Flashes of light and blasts of energy signalled dozens, hundreds of dead Plague critters, huge rivers of plasma melting even stone, carving charred channels in the Martian rock.
The tide of bugs only seemed to increase in density, thousands upon thousands of the creatures rushing out from the depths of Mars to face my metal warriors.
I smirked as they emerged from their tunnels.
Not like they were going to get anywhere.
---
Infiltrating the Red Faction's defence network was almost pathetically easy. With the bugs occupied elsewhere, the Red Faction had slightly eased up, and my cyborgs were able to start wandering around the various settlements freely - to a degree. Most of them had Red Faction escorts and there were some areas that they were denied access to, but for the most part no one got in their way.
Which was excellent, because it gave me ample chance to hack into the various computer systems around.
Bastion turned out to be the best, for that. A couple of stealthy nanite-infiltrations later and I had easy access to their network - even the most secure elements. Pssht, firewalls.
Unfortunately, there wasn't an awful lot of useful technology belonging to the Red Faction. They had some interesting stuff - the Enforcer with its guided submunitions, and the infamous and nonsensical Napalm Laser being the main ones, - but most of their stuff was fairly mundane. Assault rifles, pistols, shotguns, laser pistols, plasma cannons, plasma throwers, plasma beams…
They were quite big on plasma weapons, apparently.
Unfortunately for me, it was the Marauders who invented the really fun weapons, such as the Anti-Bio Bombs (Pulse Grenades, as they were apparently called), the Nano Rifle and the fan-favourite Singularity Cannon, all of which I very much wanted to steal.
But I didn't have access to the Marauder's data networks, yet. The Marauder State was far enough from the Plague's primary hive that they hadn't encountered any large problems, and I doubted they would what with the army of robots royally screwing over the Plague in their own nest.
Which meant that it would be difficult to infiltrate them under the pretense of needing shelter from the bugs.
Ah well. I could always just teleport in a stealth unit later and steal their data. Phase Tech OP, and all that.
In the meantime, though, I was making preparations to head for Earth.
---
All things said and done, it was a very bad day for the Plague. Their assault on Mars had come to an abrupt end, each possible passage away from their main hive cordoned off and secured by enough military robots to populate a small town.
Assault forces of the same military robots had basically set up camp throughout their tunnels, annihilating anything that tried to pass nearby and clearing a beachhead for more factories to be set up, which would continue to flood the tunnels with even more robots, as was clearly the optimal solution.
And then, the tide of bugs… stopped.
From the deepest parts of the hive, the parts I had yet to send units into, the river of Plague monsters just dried up, and even as I vaporised the last thousand or so who'd come through, there was not a peep from the darkest, deepest section of the tunnels.
My sensors were still picking up the lifesigns, so I knew they were still there, and the number of lifesigns was decreasing, so they were going somewhere, but… where?
---
The answer to that uncomfortable question came from Diggstown, in the form of some kind of fucking spatial rift opening up and vomiting Behemoths all over my poor Braves.
Nineteen Behemoths, to be exact. I didn't even recall fighting that many of the damn things in the entire game!
Apparently their queen was learning.
I, on the other hand, was clearly not. How the flying fuckbuckets did I forget that the Plague could fucking teleport!?
That explained where all the other bugs were, at least. Teleporting through the tunnels to bypass my defences. Which meant… aw, shit.
The Doxes inside what had formerly been Plague territory were ordered forward, into the depths of the hive. Their mission was simple - murder as many bugs as possible, and self destruct when disabled. If disabled, sorry.
The perimeter forces turned around and started running through the tunnels, back towards the settlements that were… not undefended, but probably not entirely up to the task of defending against as many of the Plague as I believed there would inevitably be.
The Braves in Diggstown weren't doing so hot themselves, honestly. One had been tipped on its side and rammed against a wall, and the other had four Behemoths all trying to take chunks out of it with claws and acid.
Luckily, neither was sufficiently damaged that it was incapable of fighting back, and repeated laser blasts forced the Behemoths back, carving smoldering gashes in their torsos with each hit and boiling the flesh even on a near miss.
The Red Faction soldiers were only too willing to assist, and between them and the four NeoAvatars, a veritable flood of plasma and bullets filled the air.
It wasn't really enough, unfortunately. It was only a matter of time before the Behemoths gave up on the Braves and started attacking the settlement itself.
God, I wish I remembered the Plague's stupid fucking weakness.
---
Hope chose that moment to speak up across the Command Network, opening with a line I really wanted to hear.
"So, uh. I found the Plague's weakness," she began. "But…"
"Oh, good. They were starting to get smart… but what?"
"You're, uh." She paused for a moment. "You're not going to like this."
"Really?" I couldn't possibly imagine why that would be the case.
"Well, I didn't."
"Okay, fair enough. Let's hear it, then."
Hope let out the digitial/mental equivalent of a sigh before speaking. "Air."
....
"Come again?"
"Air. Earthlike air." She explained. "The highly ionised air here is good for them, but get rid of that, they get sick, disoriented. Add a pinch of oxygen, bam, one dead bug. Or, you know. A couple million."
Fuck. Of course. The whole reason Hale and his cultists blew up the Terraformer in the first place was to pave the way for the Plague to ravage Mars. How'd I forget that? It was the major plot of the game!
I sighed, forcing myself to remain calm.
"Ok. So… if I'd just fixed the Terraformer straight away, this problem would already have been solved?"
"Hate to break it to you, but… yeah."
"Yeah, you were right. I don't like that. Welp, time to fix that stupid Terraformer… and whilst I'm at it, I'll stick down some Cores around the place. I can't imagine that the air's very fresh down in the tunnels, and that'll probably be faster than bringing the entire Terraformer online."
"Good thinking. You want to handle that whilst I deal with the Terraformer?"
"If you're willing to help, then sure."
---
Six dozen Air Fabricators dealt with the Terraformer quite nicely, rapidly spreading nanites throughout the structure and improving almost every aspect.
The frame was reinforced, the walls and floors strengthened, power systems renovated, ventilation systems swapped out for Cores, and the coolant tanks replaced by a powerful Progenitor heat-sink.
The atmospheric stabiliser itself wasn't touched - neither Hope nor I knew enough to upgrade it, and a Core powerful enough to perform the same tasks would have had to have been huge.
Besides, they were better for converting the contents of the atmosphere, and Mars' atmosphere was mostly fine as it was, besides the 'highly ionized' part. A tad more oxygen wouldn't hurt, but that could be achieved by means of Cores in all the major settlements.
Of course, I needed a way to get the cores to the settlements without just teleporting in some Fabricators and throwing them down. Although with the presence of nanite technology in Red Faction, that might not even really surprise them…
Aw, fuck it. We already decided to start fixing the Terraformer. Might as well go full hog.
I took over control of NeoAvatar Trooper 21, over in Diggstown. The Behemoths had been driven off, thanks to the combined fire of every Red Faction militiaman, their E.X.O. power armour thing, and my own forces, and an uneasy peace had returned, which meant I was free to have Trooper 21 seek out the Red Faction commander.
"Hey, we just got word from Command that the storm's died down, so our Teleporter network can come back online. Construction crews will be over in no time flat to fix up your Terraformer. In the meantime, want some air fresheners?"
"Teleporter… terraformer… air fresheners? What?"
"Well, I say air fresheners, but what I mean is Cores. More of those lovely toys from our R&D department. Converts useless minor gasses like carbon dioxide into useful stuff, like oxygen. We generally use them on our starships, since they can recycle air indefinitely and they generate power whilst they're at it. Figure they'd be good to have down here in the mines, keep the air fresh."
"Uh…"
"Also, apparently Ultor's bioweapons are allergic to oxygen, so…" Trooper 21 shrugged. "Kills air pollution and horrifying space bugs, or your money back."
As I said in your thread, @Ovid, I must apologise but I was wrong about the number of chapters you'll have to wait for Faith's first contribution to the Nearly Enuff Dakka list. Turns out writing whilst high is not necessarily great for plot and pacing, so a few chapters are going to have to be rewritten, or at the very least touched up slightly.
Bright side, I'm out of hospital now and my fingers work again(ish) so there's that?
62 - Firewall
The surface cargo elevator near Bastion was positively overrun with Plague by the time Team 1 arrived in their impromptu convoy, Creepers and the larger Ravager types throwing themselves at a heavily fortified Red Faction checkpoint near the base of the elevator shaft.
I figured they might have been too busy fighting for their lives to send the elevator up to the surface, so I hacked into the system, forced the upper gate to open, and had my units simply drive into the elevator shaft.
Not like a twenty three story drop was going to phase them.
The Laser Spiders went first, stomping through the horde, crushing the lesser Plague beneath their six pointy feet and blasting apart the Ravagers with their Friendship Lasers.
Which really, urgently, desperately needed a better name. Ah well. Problems for later.
The Braves followed, their large tyres and heavy metal bull bars making quick work of the few Plague dumb enough to try getting in the way.
With the combined firepower of my little convoy and the Red Faction's barricade, the last of the Plague were wiped out fairly quickly, and the Red Faction troopers emerged from their makeshift bunker, looking between my vehicles and the elevator in surprise before shrugging and approaching.
Trooper 5 climbed out of the rear Brave, waving the soldiers over.
"You must be those Faith Foundation fellas, yeah? Thanks for the assist, don't know how much longer we'd have been able to hold out. How'd you get down here, anyway? I didn't see the lift go up."
"It didn't."
The Red Faction soldier looked between my vehicles and the lift again.
"That's a twenty odd story drop," the Red Faction soldier said, the unasked question obvious to see.
"Yeah."
Another head swivel.
"Huh."
---
With the major colonies secure, the border outposts evacuated, and the Red Faction groups throughout the underground preparing themselves for another assault, I turned my attention from the defence, to the offense.
Four thousand Doxes marched mechanically onto the nearby set of Phase Teleporters, being relocated in groups of five from their rally point in Hemsville to the depths of the tunnels beneath Mars.
Most of the 'squads' I'd teleported in had been sent to the larger caverns and chambers, places where multiple tunnels converged, in order to stem the flow of the Plague and to try and stop them spreading out. The rest had been moved into the tunnels proper, a wall of steel and fire abruptly appearing in front of the onrushing horde of monsters.
Regardless of their destination, as soon as they emerged the plasma started flying. Searing blasts of blue fire and intense beams of red light lanced out from the Doxes, incinerating the swarming creatures by the dozen.
The Doxes in the tunnels at the foremost reaches of the Plague's expansion got off a good four or so volleys before the horde slammed into them like a tidal wave. Luckily, the sharp claws and acid of the Plague weren't so effective on the Progenitor's military grade armour alloys, and the charge broke, its momentum ruined by the wall of machinery standing in its way.
The Fire Doxes opened up at that point, their twin plasma throwers flooding the tunnels in light and heat and utterly vaporizing every dumb bug stupid enough to continue pressing the assault. A literal firewall, devouring everything it touched.
The Doxes inside the Plague's 'territory', as it were, struggled a little more, surrounded on all sides and hopelessly overwhelmed.
In terms of numbers, anyway. Flashes of light and blasts of energy signalled dozens, hundreds of dead Plague critters, huge rivers of plasma melting even stone, carving charred channels in the Martian rock.
The tide of bugs only seemed to increase in density, thousands upon thousands of the creatures rushing out from the depths of Mars to face my metal warriors.
I smirked as they emerged from their tunnels.
Not like they were going to get anywhere.
---
Infiltrating the Red Faction's defence network was almost pathetically easy. With the bugs occupied elsewhere, the Red Faction had slightly eased up, and my cyborgs were able to start wandering around the various settlements freely - to a degree. Most of them had Red Faction escorts and there were some areas that they were denied access to, but for the most part no one got in their way.
Which was excellent, because it gave me ample chance to hack into the various computer systems around.
Bastion turned out to be the best, for that. A couple of stealthy nanite-infiltrations later and I had easy access to their network - even the most secure elements. Pssht, firewalls.
Unfortunately, there wasn't an awful lot of useful technology belonging to the Red Faction. They had some interesting stuff - the Enforcer with its guided submunitions, and the infamous and nonsensical Napalm Laser being the main ones, - but most of their stuff was fairly mundane. Assault rifles, pistols, shotguns, laser pistols, plasma cannons, plasma throwers, plasma beams…
They were quite big on plasma weapons, apparently.
Unfortunately for me, it was the Marauders who invented the really fun weapons, such as the Anti-Bio Bombs (Pulse Grenades, as they were apparently called), the Nano Rifle and the fan-favourite Singularity Cannon, all of which I very much wanted to steal.
But I didn't have access to the Marauder's data networks, yet. The Marauder State was far enough from the Plague's primary hive that they hadn't encountered any large problems, and I doubted they would what with the army of robots royally screwing over the Plague in their own nest.
Which meant that it would be difficult to infiltrate them under the pretense of needing shelter from the bugs.
Ah well. I could always just teleport in a stealth unit later and steal their data. Phase Tech OP, and all that.
In the meantime, though, I was making preparations to head for Earth.
---
All things said and done, it was a very bad day for the Plague. Their assault on Mars had come to an abrupt end, each possible passage away from their main hive cordoned off and secured by enough military robots to populate a small town.
Assault forces of the same military robots had basically set up camp throughout their tunnels, annihilating anything that tried to pass nearby and clearing a beachhead for more factories to be set up, which would continue to flood the tunnels with even more robots, as was clearly the optimal solution.
And then, the tide of bugs… stopped.
From the deepest parts of the hive, the parts I had yet to send units into, the river of Plague monsters just dried up, and even as I vaporised the last thousand or so who'd come through, there was not a peep from the darkest, deepest section of the tunnels.
My sensors were still picking up the lifesigns, so I knew they were still there, and the number of lifesigns was decreasing, so they were going somewhere, but… where?
---
The answer to that uncomfortable question came from Diggstown, in the form of some kind of fucking spatial rift opening up and vomiting Behemoths all over my poor Braves.
Nineteen Behemoths, to be exact. I didn't even recall fighting that many of the damn things in the entire game!
Apparently their queen was learning.
I, on the other hand, was clearly not. How the flying fuckbuckets did I forget that the Plague could fucking teleport!?
That explained where all the other bugs were, at least. Teleporting through the tunnels to bypass my defences. Which meant… aw, shit.
The Doxes inside what had formerly been Plague territory were ordered forward, into the depths of the hive. Their mission was simple - murder as many bugs as possible, and self destruct when disabled. If disabled, sorry.
The perimeter forces turned around and started running through the tunnels, back towards the settlements that were… not undefended, but probably not entirely up to the task of defending against as many of the Plague as I believed there would inevitably be.
The Braves in Diggstown weren't doing so hot themselves, honestly. One had been tipped on its side and rammed against a wall, and the other had four Behemoths all trying to take chunks out of it with claws and acid.
Luckily, neither was sufficiently damaged that it was incapable of fighting back, and repeated laser blasts forced the Behemoths back, carving smoldering gashes in their torsos with each hit and boiling the flesh even on a near miss.
The Red Faction soldiers were only too willing to assist, and between them and the four NeoAvatars, a veritable flood of plasma and bullets filled the air.
It wasn't really enough, unfortunately. It was only a matter of time before the Behemoths gave up on the Braves and started attacking the settlement itself.
God, I wish I remembered the Plague's stupid fucking weakness.
---
Hope chose that moment to speak up across the Command Network, opening with a line I really wanted to hear.
"So, uh. I found the Plague's weakness," she began. "But…"
"Oh, good. They were starting to get smart… but what?"
"You're, uh." She paused for a moment. "You're not going to like this."
"Really?" I couldn't possibly imagine why that would be the case.
"Well, I didn't."
"Okay, fair enough. Let's hear it, then."
Hope let out the digitial/mental equivalent of a sigh before speaking. "Air."
....
"Come again?"
"Air. Earthlike air." She explained. "The highly ionised air here is good for them, but get rid of that, they get sick, disoriented. Add a pinch of oxygen, bam, one dead bug. Or, you know. A couple million."
Fuck. Of course. The whole reason Hale and his cultists blew up the Terraformer in the first place was to pave the way for the Plague to ravage Mars. How'd I forget that? It was the major plot of the game!
I sighed, forcing myself to remain calm.
"Ok. So… if I'd just fixed the Terraformer straight away, this problem would already have been solved?"
"Hate to break it to you, but… yeah."
"Yeah, you were right. I don't like that. Welp, time to fix that stupid Terraformer… and whilst I'm at it, I'll stick down some Cores around the place. I can't imagine that the air's very fresh down in the tunnels, and that'll probably be faster than bringing the entire Terraformer online."
"Good thinking. You want to handle that whilst I deal with the Terraformer?"
"If you're willing to help, then sure."
---
Six dozen Air Fabricators dealt with the Terraformer quite nicely, rapidly spreading nanites throughout the structure and improving almost every aspect.
The frame was reinforced, the walls and floors strengthened, power systems renovated, ventilation systems swapped out for Cores, and the coolant tanks replaced by a powerful Progenitor heat-sink.
The atmospheric stabiliser itself wasn't touched - neither Hope nor I knew enough to upgrade it, and a Core powerful enough to perform the same tasks would have had to have been huge.
Besides, they were better for converting the contents of the atmosphere, and Mars' atmosphere was mostly fine as it was, besides the 'highly ionized' part. A tad more oxygen wouldn't hurt, but that could be achieved by means of Cores in all the major settlements.
Of course, I needed a way to get the cores to the settlements without just teleporting in some Fabricators and throwing them down. Although with the presence of nanite technology in Red Faction, that might not even really surprise them…
Aw, fuck it. We already decided to start fixing the Terraformer. Might as well go full hog.
I took over control of NeoAvatar Trooper 21, over in Diggstown. The Behemoths had been driven off, thanks to the combined fire of every Red Faction militiaman, their E.X.O. power armour thing, and my own forces, and an uneasy peace had returned, which meant I was free to have Trooper 21 seek out the Red Faction commander.
"Hey, we just got word from Command that the storm's died down, so our Teleporter network can come back online. Construction crews will be over in no time flat to fix up your Terraformer. In the meantime, want some air fresheners?"
"Teleporter… terraformer… air fresheners? What?"
"Well, I say air fresheners, but what I mean is Cores. More of those lovely toys from our R&D department. Converts useless minor gasses like carbon dioxide into useful stuff, like oxygen. We generally use them on our starships, since they can recycle air indefinitely and they generate power whilst they're at it. Figure they'd be good to have down here in the mines, keep the air fresh."
"Uh…"
"Also, apparently Ultor's bioweapons are allergic to oxygen, so…" Trooper 21 shrugged. "Kills air pollution and horrifying space bugs, or your money back."
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I wouldn't be surprised if the Red Faction guys are wondering about that myself, as in 'How much is all this help going to be costing us later?' because in their experience nobody would do all this sort of stuff for free...
- Location
- North of England
- Pronouns
- She/They
Think that should be "heat". Bit of a Freudian slip eh Faith?
Faith
Some idea of what I'm doing.
- Location
- Land of Waves and Warmth
To quote a colleague of mine:
TikiTau
Commander Pangolinski
- Location
- Texas
They grow up so fast. *sniffs proudly*
- Location
- Arizona
...Technically speaking, didn't Faith start writing their Commander fic before you did?
*checks* Yep, Faith started on July 1st of 2015, you started in December. So really, Faith is showing their wisdom, and gloriously stealing your tactics.
Speaking of Commander fics, Tiki, buddy, pal, Texan pangolin, how's yours coming along? *nudge nudge*
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Riddle78
Reality nibbler.
- Location
- CFB Middle of Nowhere on the Trans-Can
Here's a question... Nukes are airburst weapons,right? So,wouldn't it be possible,even easy,to change a nuke's payload to something else? Like,say... Nanomachines,son? Just blanket a hundred kilometre radius with the things. Strip the surface bare,if you need to. Hijack tech. Repair your stuff. Base-in-a-box. The possibilities are endless.
Isn't that basically a Unit Cannon with a Locust payload scaled up?
Riddle78
Reality nibbler.
- Location
- CFB Middle of Nowhere on the Trans-Can
Except all Locusts can do is consume. Using general purpose nanomachines,son,you'd be able to do damn near anything. The Fabricator Nuke. Need lots of shit done in a hundred kilometre radius? Boom.
- Location
- Queensland
Personally I love the idea of being able to throw nukes at a problem until it is fixed.
If that was how nanomachines worked there wouldn't be any point in having fabbers at all. The construction nannies must need some kind of field produced by the fabbers to direct them or something, or they'd be replaced by clouds of nanomachines roving across the planet, reforming into whatever building or vehicle is needed at the moment.
- Location
- Near Freiburg in South-West Germany
You already named them Pulse Grenades in an earlier chapter, so no need to explain it again here.
Slight problem with that; nukes unleash shitloads of heat, radiation and pressure in an instant. Nanomachines, no matter how well constructed, won't survive such abuse.
What you could do is instead swap the nuke's warhead for a nanowarfare unit with a supply of nanites and a power and instruction source, but it'd need to land less violently than a standard nuke.
Wrong weapon type entirely. Think Daisy-Cutter.
Or the more common name Thermobaric.
They're allready built to distribute vaporized flammable fuel into the air around them as they parachute in to detonation range.
Just replace the actual sprayer gear and fuel with Nanite distributors and possibly a fabricator.
Or the more common name Thermobaric.
They're allready built to distribute vaporized flammable fuel into the air around them as they parachute in to detonation range.
Just replace the actual sprayer gear and fuel with Nanite distributors and possibly a fabricator.
vyor
KITTY! \o/
Fuel/Air bombs