Limit Theory [PA Multicross SI]
Beyogi
and a fairy
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- She/Her
Yeah, there were a lot one off aliens in Stargate. Like the stealth aliens who took control of the SGC and had somekind of memory transfer tech.
ltmauve
"Excuse me?"
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- Earth
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- She/Her
Still haven't heard it mentioned yet.
No, those guys don't exist in this AU. Mentioned in chapter 20-something.
The Bushranger
In the Danger Zone
- Location
- TSAB Asura
Well, it's too early for the Gadmeer, so... *throws a dart at the race list* Omeyocans?
- Location
- Nowhere
Let's see...there's the Aschen. They've got advanced tech and I don't remember enough details, so they could have something like hyperspace sensors.
There's also those guys with the phase-shifting tech. The ones whose planet somehow died because they gave fusion tech to a primitive planet in the same system. SG1 evacuated them to the Nox. I think there was an episode where the NID was a-pillaging SG's allies, so Jack went, "Imma taken dis" and ripped a scanner off their wall so he could go undercover and find the bad guys.
Edit: Tollans!
There's also those guys with the phase-shifting tech. The ones whose planet somehow died because they gave fusion tech to a primitive planet in the same system. SG1 evacuated them to the Nox. I think there was an episode where the NID was a-pillaging SG's allies, so Jack went, "Imma taken dis" and ripped a scanner off their wall so he could go undercover and find the bad guys.
Edit: Tollans!
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Chapter 28
ltmauve
"Excuse me?"
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- Earth
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- She/Her
I still haven't heard it. You have until Monday until you get a name.
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I linked my senses with the avatar, stretched my nice new limbs, and got to business.
"Good morning!" I shouted to the sky. "Is there an Ascended being present?!" Silence greeted me, the only sounds the wind and my Osprey with deactivated stealth systems.
"Hel~lo?" I went. "Ascended being in exile for giving mortals cool stuff? You there?"
I waited, every sensor straining for a sign of something. Nothing.
"I know you're here." I growled out. "My units got destroyed by something."
A gust of wind suddenly swept up some dust, rolling it into a ball, which stretched and distorted, becoming discolored. It formed into a human shape. Ah. I recognize that face. I grin.
"Hey Orlin buddy!" I go. He freezes. He fucking freezes. He's an Ascended being and he just straight-up freezes.
"How…" He starts. "How did you know my name?"
"It's a secret!" I point at him. "Points on the entrance, but you need to wait with the discoloration until the last minute. It's about a 7 out of 10."
"What." He goes. This is clearly not how he expected the conversation to go.
"So, let me guess, you blew up my units because you didn't want me getting my hands on Ascendtech?" I ask, shifting from foot to foot. I am a bit nervous. Just don't let it show.
"Well, I was actually going to try and make them malfunction, but when I started to tamper with them they blew up." He frowns.
"Yeah, they do that." I say, trying to stay casual. "So, Ascendedness not giving you the all-knowing that they put on the box?"
"Ascension doesn't actually grant all knowledge. It simply takes the knowledge of the person and greatly expands it. As someone with understanding of Lantean technology, my Ascension granted me knowledge of how to greatly expand my understanding, giving me technologies that could have been created with whatever the Lanteans came up with over thousands of years." He says, feeling a bit more confident. "Your technology, wherever the heck you found it, is completely unknown to me. I could likely find out some of its principles given time, but so could a normal human."
"Ah." The Ascendtech does look really organic. I wonder if I could make an artificial human body using the tech. Something to look into, perhaps. "So, you're stuck here?"
"Yes." He said. "As you seem to… somehow be aware of, I gave Ascended-derived technology to the inhabitants of this world. When they used it, the Council decided to destroy them, and banished me to this world until the technology was destroyed. However, I was also limited in power, and the weapon they constructed is self-regenerating. It would be difficult for me to destroy it even if I were at full power."
"Huh, self-regenerating tech? That would be pretty nice. However, there is a matter that would be greatly less risky for me if I had the assistance of an Ascended. That would be worth far more than the Ascendtech."
"Look, the Council won't like me interfering. Or rather, the Isolationists won't. The Mentor faction will like it, but their numbers are limited. And I'm stuck here." He grumped.
"What's the council?" I asked. That wasn't in the show, and I didn't know anything about it.
"You know about me, but not the Council?" He asked, confused. I nodded. "Okay, the Council is a system the Lanteans set up when there began to be large numbers of Ascended beings in the Avalon galaxy cluster. It serves as a meditative body to handle disputes, which mostly involve how to deal with non-Ascended beings. The Isolationists are, well…" I nod. "The Mentors believe that as enlightened beings, they are well suited to guiding races towards better goals."
"Or rather, Ascension." I say, my eyes narrowed. "Because that's the path they went down, so it's the only path worth going down."
"Hey, hey, what's with that attitude?"
"The Ascendeds, to the best of my understanding, cause problems to us mortals, prevent us from fixing it, and generally act like assholes." I commented nonspecifically. The ways of the Ascendeds was clearly different than how the show depicted it, though the whole part about the Council explained a lot about the behaviors in the show
"You seem to know a lot about us." He commented warily.
"Not as much as I thought." I said. "However, to business: you're stuck here until the weapon is destroyed, and I would like the assistance of an Ascended. We could likely be of great help to each other."
He crossed his arms and frowned at me. "Look, even without being stuck here with limited power, I'm limited in what I can do."
"I know." I said. "I'm not sure what form the favor will take yet, but I'll talk to you about it later, okay? I don't want you get unascended or banished again. However, this is something that will be a thousand times easier with your help."
"I will consider it." He frowned. "But first I have to get off this rock, and you have to figure out how to deal with the Council."
"I don't have any ideas for that." I said. "But we can meet somewhere else and discuss this later, after I get rid of the weapon. That'll free you, right?"
He nodded. "How were you planning to do that?"
"Naquadah-enhanced fusion bombs." I stated, grinning again. "Speaking of which, you should probably turn intangible or something." I activated the ring transporter on the Osprey, removing my avatar from the planet's surface. I could have let it get destroyed, but it was a nice warning.
Meanwhile, Orlin swore, turned into a bolt of energy, and headed for orbit. The missiles wouldn't actually arrive for another moment or so. I wasn't going to do something like that unless I wanted the guy dead.
Everything within 40 kilometers vanished into glowing debris as the first missile hit. By the time the flash had faded, the dust had formed into a mushroom cloud, spreading across the sky. Around it, everything around within 100 kilometers was turned into rubble instantly. And then two seconds later, the second missile streaked down and detonated at the former ground level. And then the third came. And the fourth. And they would keep coming, again and again, for about six minutes.
Eventually, I finished. A trail of smoke covered that section of the planet, like a giant scab. The equivalent of nearly 11 teratons of TNT, delivered right on top of the weapon. It probably didn't require the second missile, and it definitely didn't require the third, but damn if I didn't want to use a lot of nukes somewhere where it didn't matter, and this was just what the doctor ordered.
Eventually, I stopped cackling. And Orlin was there, in glowy energy form.
"Well, that certainly took care of the weapon." He spoke over radio, his lips moving in sync with the words. "However, could I trouble you to dig out the Stargate? You buried it under a slight amount of molten rock."
"Sure." I shrugged, and sent a Settler to reclaim any rock around where the Stargate had been. The massive vessel lumbered off towards the world. "Anything else?"
"Okay, what do you need my help for?" He asked. "Because with the amount of infrastructure in this system, including the damn moons that you're converting, I don't see what you want me to do."
"Well," I said, sitting up on the deck of the Stormfront. "I'm waiting until I'm sure my information is accurate before I tell you. It could be that such an action is unneeded. I'm also not sure what the exact form of help I'll need is, so there's that." He held up a finger, in objection. "Look, it involves Ascendeds. That's the only hint I'll give you. In the meantime, seeya!" I said, delinking from the avatar and dissolving it in a purple cloud.
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Chapter 28
2 August 2000I linked my senses with the avatar, stretched my nice new limbs, and got to business.
"Good morning!" I shouted to the sky. "Is there an Ascended being present?!" Silence greeted me, the only sounds the wind and my Osprey with deactivated stealth systems.
"Hel~lo?" I went. "Ascended being in exile for giving mortals cool stuff? You there?"
I waited, every sensor straining for a sign of something. Nothing.
"I know you're here." I growled out. "My units got destroyed by something."
A gust of wind suddenly swept up some dust, rolling it into a ball, which stretched and distorted, becoming discolored. It formed into a human shape. Ah. I recognize that face. I grin.
"Hey Orlin buddy!" I go. He freezes. He fucking freezes. He's an Ascended being and he just straight-up freezes.
"How…" He starts. "How did you know my name?"
"It's a secret!" I point at him. "Points on the entrance, but you need to wait with the discoloration until the last minute. It's about a 7 out of 10."
"What." He goes. This is clearly not how he expected the conversation to go.
"So, let me guess, you blew up my units because you didn't want me getting my hands on Ascendtech?" I ask, shifting from foot to foot. I am a bit nervous. Just don't let it show.
"Well, I was actually going to try and make them malfunction, but when I started to tamper with them they blew up." He frowns.
"Yeah, they do that." I say, trying to stay casual. "So, Ascendedness not giving you the all-knowing that they put on the box?"
"Ascension doesn't actually grant all knowledge. It simply takes the knowledge of the person and greatly expands it. As someone with understanding of Lantean technology, my Ascension granted me knowledge of how to greatly expand my understanding, giving me technologies that could have been created with whatever the Lanteans came up with over thousands of years." He says, feeling a bit more confident. "Your technology, wherever the heck you found it, is completely unknown to me. I could likely find out some of its principles given time, but so could a normal human."
"Ah." The Ascendtech does look really organic. I wonder if I could make an artificial human body using the tech. Something to look into, perhaps. "So, you're stuck here?"
"Yes." He said. "As you seem to… somehow be aware of, I gave Ascended-derived technology to the inhabitants of this world. When they used it, the Council decided to destroy them, and banished me to this world until the technology was destroyed. However, I was also limited in power, and the weapon they constructed is self-regenerating. It would be difficult for me to destroy it even if I were at full power."
"Huh, self-regenerating tech? That would be pretty nice. However, there is a matter that would be greatly less risky for me if I had the assistance of an Ascended. That would be worth far more than the Ascendtech."
"Look, the Council won't like me interfering. Or rather, the Isolationists won't. The Mentor faction will like it, but their numbers are limited. And I'm stuck here." He grumped.
"What's the council?" I asked. That wasn't in the show, and I didn't know anything about it.
"You know about me, but not the Council?" He asked, confused. I nodded. "Okay, the Council is a system the Lanteans set up when there began to be large numbers of Ascended beings in the Avalon galaxy cluster. It serves as a meditative body to handle disputes, which mostly involve how to deal with non-Ascended beings. The Isolationists are, well…" I nod. "The Mentors believe that as enlightened beings, they are well suited to guiding races towards better goals."
"Or rather, Ascension." I say, my eyes narrowed. "Because that's the path they went down, so it's the only path worth going down."
"Hey, hey, what's with that attitude?"
"The Ascendeds, to the best of my understanding, cause problems to us mortals, prevent us from fixing it, and generally act like assholes." I commented nonspecifically. The ways of the Ascendeds was clearly different than how the show depicted it, though the whole part about the Council explained a lot about the behaviors in the show
"You seem to know a lot about us." He commented warily.
"Not as much as I thought." I said. "However, to business: you're stuck here until the weapon is destroyed, and I would like the assistance of an Ascended. We could likely be of great help to each other."
He crossed his arms and frowned at me. "Look, even without being stuck here with limited power, I'm limited in what I can do."
"I know." I said. "I'm not sure what form the favor will take yet, but I'll talk to you about it later, okay? I don't want you get unascended or banished again. However, this is something that will be a thousand times easier with your help."
"I will consider it." He frowned. "But first I have to get off this rock, and you have to figure out how to deal with the Council."
"I don't have any ideas for that." I said. "But we can meet somewhere else and discuss this later, after I get rid of the weapon. That'll free you, right?"
He nodded. "How were you planning to do that?"
"Naquadah-enhanced fusion bombs." I stated, grinning again. "Speaking of which, you should probably turn intangible or something." I activated the ring transporter on the Osprey, removing my avatar from the planet's surface. I could have let it get destroyed, but it was a nice warning.
Meanwhile, Orlin swore, turned into a bolt of energy, and headed for orbit. The missiles wouldn't actually arrive for another moment or so. I wasn't going to do something like that unless I wanted the guy dead.
Everything within 40 kilometers vanished into glowing debris as the first missile hit. By the time the flash had faded, the dust had formed into a mushroom cloud, spreading across the sky. Around it, everything around within 100 kilometers was turned into rubble instantly. And then two seconds later, the second missile streaked down and detonated at the former ground level. And then the third came. And the fourth. And they would keep coming, again and again, for about six minutes.
Eventually, I finished. A trail of smoke covered that section of the planet, like a giant scab. The equivalent of nearly 11 teratons of TNT, delivered right on top of the weapon. It probably didn't require the second missile, and it definitely didn't require the third, but damn if I didn't want to use a lot of nukes somewhere where it didn't matter, and this was just what the doctor ordered.
Eventually, I stopped cackling. And Orlin was there, in glowy energy form.
"Well, that certainly took care of the weapon." He spoke over radio, his lips moving in sync with the words. "However, could I trouble you to dig out the Stargate? You buried it under a slight amount of molten rock."
"Sure." I shrugged, and sent a Settler to reclaim any rock around where the Stargate had been. The massive vessel lumbered off towards the world. "Anything else?"
"Okay, what do you need my help for?" He asked. "Because with the amount of infrastructure in this system, including the damn moons that you're converting, I don't see what you want me to do."
"Well," I said, sitting up on the deck of the Stormfront. "I'm waiting until I'm sure my information is accurate before I tell you. It could be that such an action is unneeded. I'm also not sure what the exact form of help I'll need is, so there's that." He held up a finger, in objection. "Look, it involves Ascendeds. That's the only hint I'll give you. In the meantime, seeya!" I said, delinking from the avatar and dissolving it in a purple cloud.
KleverKil'Vanya
Ortillery Operator
The trolling 
- Location
- The Void
Not even spam just one nuke fixed the problem.
She was being CERTAIN!!! It's the SV way!
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- Location
- The Great Beyond
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- He/She/They
It's the internet. The women are men, and the children are FBI agents(and therefore men).
ltmauve
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- She/Her
Well, Lantean Ascendtech is self-repairing, so the second nuke was just to be sure. The third to one-hundred-eightieth was gratuitous nuclear weapons, though.
Thats what the Lanteans thought when they bombed the Asurans, too.
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- The Void
I have but one response, make the yield bigger.
ltmauve
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- Earth
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- She/Her
They used drones. That's like using AP rounds against a swarm of ants and being surprised when some of them survive.
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- Near Freiburg in South-West Germany
Those from Prisoners (S02E03) (Rillanian or something)? Or the Quintar Alignment from the comics?
ltmauve
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- Earth
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- She/Her
Chapter 29
ltmauve
"Excuse me?"
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- Earth
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- She/Her
So, none of you guys guessed the race I was going for.
And now for the chapter. I'll mention which race it is eventually if you don't want to look at the spoiler.
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Lindy
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2 August 2000
<Mom>'s engagement rules insisted that lives be preserved whenever possible. Currently, her assignment was to clear an area of space that contained an unknown enemy, with unknown capabilities.
However, Lindy did have some data points. Currently, she had access to Goa'uld prototype technology. With that, she could make some generalizations about all civilizations in the galaxy. And with that, she could figure out how to safely disable the crew of a ship, preferably without taking down the shields, or barring that, without needing to fire at the pressurized sections of the ship.
Eventually, she had a new variant of the Audux corvette, a plan of attack, and several dozen prisoner transports. Now she had to wait for sufficient forces to be built up. While she was waiting, <Mom>'s and her expansion had revealed a lot of ruins. Maybe she could look at those, while she was waiting.
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5 August 2000
Lindy waited in front of the teleporter. She'd have to wait until she got a ship into the target system before she could enter. Normally the Commander would enter the combat scene first, but she found it somewhat reassuring that when going up against an entrenched foe, she could send in disposable units first.
She had ordered her units to come in everywhere, all over the star system, at random times over a three minute interval. All the squadrons that had been lost were tightly clustered at the exit point. By scattering her units across the system, she was trying to avoid whoever hitting them from afar.
Five minutes until the first ship arrived. The cruisers that had been destroyed were destroyed in two hits. That was serious firepower, and taking that to her forward armor was not on her to-do list. Putting equivalent firepower on their ships would not give them any more of an advantage against the Goa'uld, but <Mom> said that there were even tougher problems out there. In addition, it was possible that the Goa'uld would upgrade their shields, apparently.
Two minutes. All ships reporting green. <Mom> was… working on her garden. Maybe I should make my own garden?
One minute. Her nerves were killing her. Possibilities of how things could go wrong filled her mind, and she wanted to tuck herself into something warm and soft. Strange, given that she had never experienced that before.
Go time. Maybe she should say something?
"INCOMING!" She screamed. That works, I think. Perhaps I should ask <Mom>?
Millions of hyperspace portals opened. Scattered throughout open space, they shimmered with inner light for a second before they collapsed, each leaving behind a single ship hidden with the best stealth systems money couldn't buy. A few ships were hit once, but all of them immediately went to random-walk evasive maneuvers the moment they safely exited.
No units dead. Lindy checked the sensor data, trying to see if she trace the source of fire to its origin. Nothing. Oh well. Deepspace radar had located multiple planets, and thousands of craft with artificial gravity, ranging in size from small fighters to multi-kilometer dreadnoughts. So, start with the fighters and work her way up, or start with the dreadnoughts and work her way down?
"Mom?" She sent over the link. "Should I start my way at the top or bottom of the size chart? Also what do you think of 'incoming' as a catchphrase?" Then she waited for a response. Lag was certainly inconvenient.
"Start at the top. Disable the communication and power sources on each planet, simultaneously. Then go with the largest ships, and work your way down, if you want to go for intimidation. As for your catchphrase…" <Mom> paused.
"I don't think it works so well. It only works as you enter. If you're already sitting down, it doesn't work. It's snappy though; I'll give you that."
"I see. But then your 'good morning' won't work if it's the afternoon." Lindy paused. "At that point it becomes absurd."
"Eh, I could see it working." <Mom> said after the delay. "But anyway, you want something snappy and universal."
"Alright." Lindy said. "Thanks for the advice."
"No problem, kiddo." <Mom> sent.
Her units streamed around to her targets. Defeat all planetary infrastructure at the same time. Avoid being spotted until communications have been severed. Probes rushed ahead of the larger craft, preparing to give her data on the targets. Nothing would escape her notice.
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Knowdraden Dreadnought
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"Admiral, we have been unable to track the ships in realspace." The person stated over the comm channel.
"I see." Said another voice from the channel. "This is problematic. Given that this time the far-orbit cannons failed to destroy even a single ship indicates that this time, they are more prepared. If we were going to find them, we'd have found them in the ten hours since they exited hyperspace. Return to base."
"They're just waiting for us to relax our guards." The one on the ship stated. "Once that happens, then they'll attack."
"Nevertheless, we need to protect our assets in this system." The admiral responded. "Your forces will ret-" The transmission cut off.
"Communications, when was the last data packet received from the capital?" The commodore stormed out of her office, moving towards the command chair.
"Five seconds ago, sir" The comms officer squeaked, suddenly tapping away at his panel. "Echo requests are failing to get a result. Checking secondary sites now."
"Hurry it up." She barked. "And contact the rest of the fleet. We're going to the system capital. Act under the assumption that every person there is a prisoner of war." The commodore ordered. "Once each squadron has formed up, they are to short-jump directly into low orbit, and attempt to disable the far-orbit guns."
"Yes sir!" Her officers replied, jumping to their tasks. Sensor arrays were towed in, weapons underwent their final checks, corridors were sealed and locked down.
"You're on, sir." Her comm officer announced. "The fleet is listening."
"Attention all ships! This is Commodore Valcarian of the Indomitable Chimera. We have lost contact with system command. Now-" Suddenly the lights went out.
Okay, it's the race from the episode "Grace." They have hyperdrive, they attacked Prometheus in the middle of nowhere, then chased it into a nebula. Which tells us a few things. One, they do not like visitors. Two, they probably have some sort of long-range sensor or hyperdrive sensor, given that they attacked the Prometheus in the middle of nowhere. Three, they're kinda close to Earth, given that the Prometheus was derping around in the middle of nowhere in their space.
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Chapter 29
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Lindy
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2 August 2000
<Mom>'s engagement rules insisted that lives be preserved whenever possible. Currently, her assignment was to clear an area of space that contained an unknown enemy, with unknown capabilities.
However, Lindy did have some data points. Currently, she had access to Goa'uld prototype technology. With that, she could make some generalizations about all civilizations in the galaxy. And with that, she could figure out how to safely disable the crew of a ship, preferably without taking down the shields, or barring that, without needing to fire at the pressurized sections of the ship.
Eventually, she had a new variant of the Audux corvette, a plan of attack, and several dozen prisoner transports. Now she had to wait for sufficient forces to be built up. While she was waiting, <Mom>'s and her expansion had revealed a lot of ruins. Maybe she could look at those, while she was waiting.
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5 August 2000
Lindy waited in front of the teleporter. She'd have to wait until she got a ship into the target system before she could enter. Normally the Commander would enter the combat scene first, but she found it somewhat reassuring that when going up against an entrenched foe, she could send in disposable units first.
She had ordered her units to come in everywhere, all over the star system, at random times over a three minute interval. All the squadrons that had been lost were tightly clustered at the exit point. By scattering her units across the system, she was trying to avoid whoever hitting them from afar.
Five minutes until the first ship arrived. The cruisers that had been destroyed were destroyed in two hits. That was serious firepower, and taking that to her forward armor was not on her to-do list. Putting equivalent firepower on their ships would not give them any more of an advantage against the Goa'uld, but <Mom> said that there were even tougher problems out there. In addition, it was possible that the Goa'uld would upgrade their shields, apparently.
Two minutes. All ships reporting green. <Mom> was… working on her garden. Maybe I should make my own garden?
One minute. Her nerves were killing her. Possibilities of how things could go wrong filled her mind, and she wanted to tuck herself into something warm and soft. Strange, given that she had never experienced that before.
Go time. Maybe she should say something?
"INCOMING!" She screamed. That works, I think. Perhaps I should ask <Mom>?
Millions of hyperspace portals opened. Scattered throughout open space, they shimmered with inner light for a second before they collapsed, each leaving behind a single ship hidden with the best stealth systems money couldn't buy. A few ships were hit once, but all of them immediately went to random-walk evasive maneuvers the moment they safely exited.
No units dead. Lindy checked the sensor data, trying to see if she trace the source of fire to its origin. Nothing. Oh well. Deepspace radar had located multiple planets, and thousands of craft with artificial gravity, ranging in size from small fighters to multi-kilometer dreadnoughts. So, start with the fighters and work her way up, or start with the dreadnoughts and work her way down?
"Mom?" She sent over the link. "Should I start my way at the top or bottom of the size chart? Also what do you think of 'incoming' as a catchphrase?" Then she waited for a response. Lag was certainly inconvenient.
"Start at the top. Disable the communication and power sources on each planet, simultaneously. Then go with the largest ships, and work your way down, if you want to go for intimidation. As for your catchphrase…" <Mom> paused.
"I don't think it works so well. It only works as you enter. If you're already sitting down, it doesn't work. It's snappy though; I'll give you that."
"I see. But then your 'good morning' won't work if it's the afternoon." Lindy paused. "At that point it becomes absurd."
"Eh, I could see it working." <Mom> said after the delay. "But anyway, you want something snappy and universal."
"Alright." Lindy said. "Thanks for the advice."
"No problem, kiddo." <Mom> sent.
Her units streamed around to her targets. Defeat all planetary infrastructure at the same time. Avoid being spotted until communications have been severed. Probes rushed ahead of the larger craft, preparing to give her data on the targets. Nothing would escape her notice.
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Knowdraden Dreadnought
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"Admiral, we have been unable to track the ships in realspace." The person stated over the comm channel.
"I see." Said another voice from the channel. "This is problematic. Given that this time the far-orbit cannons failed to destroy even a single ship indicates that this time, they are more prepared. If we were going to find them, we'd have found them in the ten hours since they exited hyperspace. Return to base."
"They're just waiting for us to relax our guards." The one on the ship stated. "Once that happens, then they'll attack."
"Nevertheless, we need to protect our assets in this system." The admiral responded. "Your forces will ret-" The transmission cut off.
"Communications, when was the last data packet received from the capital?" The commodore stormed out of her office, moving towards the command chair.
"Five seconds ago, sir" The comms officer squeaked, suddenly tapping away at his panel. "Echo requests are failing to get a result. Checking secondary sites now."
"Hurry it up." She barked. "And contact the rest of the fleet. We're going to the system capital. Act under the assumption that every person there is a prisoner of war." The commodore ordered. "Once each squadron has formed up, they are to short-jump directly into low orbit, and attempt to disable the far-orbit guns."
"Yes sir!" Her officers replied, jumping to their tasks. Sensor arrays were towed in, weapons underwent their final checks, corridors were sealed and locked down.
"You're on, sir." Her comm officer announced. "The fleet is listening."
"Attention all ships! This is Commodore Valcarian of the Indomitable Chimera. We have lost contact with system command. Now-" Suddenly the lights went out.
- Location
- Austrlia
Who cares, it's hilarious!
Delusionist
Seeker of Truth
- Location
- Land of the Fruits and Nuts
If they're prepared to blindly shoot at anyone who approaches their space, they should be prepared to get smacked down by someone who decides not to put up with it. They were already being unfriendly.
This sort of foreign policy ordinarily only shows up in extremely primitive tribal societies.
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Well, with friends like these... Honestly, they brought it on themselves. Yeah, they are "safe" and well defended... But honestly they are literally just waiting for sufficiently advanced aliens to wipe them from the board.