Alright, let's have a look. There's a few thousand units on Shitlist's side, and many, many more than that fighting against her. I've identified at least two possible planetoids where they could be, and wow that's a lot of forces. I think the only reason Shitlist had so few was that she appeared to be complete garbage in surface combat, and using many of the more expensive units that I'd come up with, including some stuff that looked like she'd taken two or three units and welded them together. Literally, in one instance as I found an atlas with a pair of drifters effectively glued to its shoulders.
God, so many Avengers. I'll deal with those before anything else. And there they go in swathes of GFB fire. Now to retake control and start wrecking shit.
Almost instantly blasts of impossible energy arcs out across the void destroying entire fleets of Omegas before stopping. It feels good to do this. I haven't been able to let loose this much in the nine months it took to overturn the Wormverse.
Instantly my awareness of the local forces snaps back as I reenter the command network, and began to spin up precognitive abilities (though not PtV, I want a nice close look to make sure the damn thing isn't booby trapped before using it, as nothing that nice is free), calculating out trajectories for maximal devastation in even smaller instants than normal.
After using a wave of vultures that I had created via a shard similar to genesis's, which were less durable and hard hitting but instant and still more than capable of destroying the flights of avengers and other space based systems, to destroy the orbital infrastructure of one of the potential commander's planetoids, which they did after encountering what would have been stiff resistance about a month ago.
Now they could barely scratch the armor on ships, which (had they been the real deal) might have actually been more durable than the first couple Shitlists I built. More stuff that'll need an overhaul when I'm done.
A few Artemis systems and Omegas fire upon the corvettes, but given they're basically smoke and mirrors they don't accomplish much, even though one is destroyed. A few minutes of combat, and the orbit is cleared over the rocky, airless piece of crap the jackass was operating from. Orbital fire, which becomes much more effective when air resistance and terminal velocity induced decreases in efficiency aren't a factor, was effective in eliminating infrastructure, though the Umbrellas were irritating in that they could pop the fake ships with a few direct shots. After a while, all except the heaviest pocket of weapons was cleared out, though I was out of ships.
I took a look at it, and finally decided to put the modified Titans I designed way back when to work, which proved useful as they went about slamming into prepared fortifications, chipping them, being destroyed, and then being replaced before the whole cycle repeated. I took a look at one of the other planets, and decided I didn't want to deal with this bullshit again, and just teleported in, preparing to gank the commander. Within a second of my landing, I had a better idea and latched onto the enemy Commander before teleporting over to the one on the rocky world with no redeeming features.
My human-sized chassis, especially when certain shards were activated, was quite strong. Layers of artificial muscle over graphene and alloyed metal bones were capable of lifting multiple tons on their own, and when combined with proportionate touch based telekinesis, an arm with human proportions could easily pull the foundation of a skyscraper from the ground, assuming leverage and material strength issues were ignored.
With that in mind, it was quite trivial for me to beat a motherfucker with another motherfucker.
Commanders are durable, they have to be to survive insertion into the hostile Xixiphid nests, where what limited information I had on the subject indicated lurked bugs capable of detonating with the force of tactical nuclear weapons, or planets held by enemy commanders, which could use orbital weaponry capable of leveling cities in a single digit number of shots.
They were not, however, intended to be swung at each other at speeds of approximately mach three at the farthest point from me. The legs on the commander I was using as a bat were ripping out of their bearings within milliseconds, but by that time they were already almost close enough to touch, and with a bit of mass and the assumed values of about twenty four tons with a height of ten meters, you get an angular momentum of about...246 million kilogram meters per second, which translates to a bit over a trillion joules.
Needless to say, there wasn't anything particularly recognizable leftover, though I had removed the AI and Resource cores for information and to prevent a pair of very large explosions. Now onto the last bastard. I'm just going to nuke them, again after stealing their various cores so I can figure out how the fuck I was found and prevent that from happening again.
Then I can get around to proper technological integration and figuring out if I needed to send shitlist (probably need a better name, I feel like an asshole saying it) the AI equivalent of a look that says "I'm not mad, just disappointed," and then move on to the next place.
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Well, now I am good. The commanders stumbled across the system by complete accident about a week ago, leading to probably the longest commander-based conflict in history. The three would have likely fought each other, but the fact that there were unknown warships took precedence. Shitlist (still need a new name) noticed, but didn't want to give them reason to attack, which just gave them time to consolidate and build the fuck tons of avengers that were flooding the system.
Now to talk to my creation.
++So. Shitlist.++
==Y-yes?==
++Now that I know what happened, I'm not mad, just a little disappointed. You could have taken all three of them out in a few minutes, and we wouldn't have any problems.++
==I know that now...dad.==
++What was that toward the end?++
==Nothing!==
++I severely doubt that, but let's not waste time worrying about your misguided opinions of me. I have technology to integrate, which you can help with, then I'm going on to a new universe, where I will call you to should space combat be a thing I need help with.++
==NO! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE! I was so lonely and I panicked. Let me come with you!==
I proceeded to receive AI puppy dog eyes.
++Uhm, sure. You need a better name if you do, because I feel bad now that I named you that.++
==Oh! Yes, I've thought about that! You can call me Risuko!==
++...My robot child is a weeaboo. What has my life come to.++
==You called me your child! This is the happiest moment of my life!==
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After updating my tech, which was a thoroughly boring affair of upgrading armor, adding more weapons, updating my biological stuff, and finally making it so I could use shard-based powers through everything, adding more weapons to my Commander, and doing some general improvements to efficiency and stuff, me and the freshly dubbed Risuko were preparing to enter the dimensional gate and heading to a whole new place. I'd moved her into a subcommander chassis I spent all of twenty minutes developing, and I'd recalibrated it to actually land on planets, so I couldn't get the enjoyable experience of getting knocked out of orbit by fifteen foot tall feathered bitches anymore.
++Ready?++
==Yes! This is going to be fun!==
++Don't get ahead of yourself. Let's get going.++
With that I stepped through the gate.
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The first thing to go through Ritsuko's mind was how happy she was to finally be able to spend time with her Commander and father. Being left alone had given her personality time to develop, which she assumed is why he did it in the first place. Now she could use this new universe to endear herself to the most important being in the universe!
Admittedly, his coming back to what was effectively a house on fire wasn't the best first impression. She was determined to fix that.
After exiting the swirling void of the gate, the first thing she noticed was the ammonia. The planet was positively covered with it, which lead to an interesting biosphere of consisting primarily of foliage, things almost like insects, and microbes, with almost no larger organisms, except the one human sized thing she had just noticed. Her commander was obviously trying to set up a base and a way to power his new abilities, and hadn't noticed it yet.
==Commander! I see an organism!==
He swiveled his optics over to the thing. On closer examination, it was about eight feet long, with a horizontal spine. Six legs protruded from a beige, vaguely saurian torso capped with a reddish carapace. The farthest back ended in hooves, the middle in hook like claws, and the farthest forward had what looked like bricks made of bone protruding from them. Beady eyes above a mouth full of incisors and canines made up most of the head, which was also covered in carapace. A long tail extended back behind the thing.
Upon seeing it, her commander stared for several objective seconds then spoke through the external speakers as a hail of weapons fire descended upon the hapless organism.
"MOTHERFUCK!"
