Mandabar
Waifu of choice is Rem. Give that girl some hugs!
- Location
- Florida, USA [Yes. Florida *FacePalm*]
A chapter? For me? You shouldn't have!
Er wait, YES YOU SHOULD HAVE, Thank you. Please. Thank You. Can I have moar?
*Cackling* YOUR DOOOOOOOOOOOM!Nazara felt a small sense of unease as he watched the mass effect accelerated projectiles splash harmlessly against glowing panes of energy surrounding the massive vessels.
That...was not a kinetic barrier…
What were these things?!
Pew Pew Pew. Fuck your kinetic based technology!Then, she fired.
A heavy barrage of beams slammed into the vessel, shearing its rear off, violently blowing its engines apart under the hellish caress of Terran-derived ion weaponry and Protoss-derived energy lances.
Oh.. Is it? One Hundred Pyros? Pryo Delivery Assault Vehicles! OH MY GOD!The last transmission the Consensus received from the platform was of the warhead splitting in half, a wash of high intensity plasma flames washing across the area. The Damage Control Platform's hazard-hardened frame allowed it to survive for a few moments, its melting sensors picking up a hulking armored figure, a laughing skull painted on its head.
A transmission rolled through the depths of Nazara.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
It is! MuhahahHe laughed as he stalked through the corridors, fire and molten slag left in his wake.
He laughed as he met up with another Pyre, the pair exchanging high-fives and resuming their hunt.
It was easy to find where one had not been, after all, if the places one had not been were not on fire.
Pryos brofist bumping. So good. Glad they can resist flaming each other (not that it would do anything I suppose).
Yes, Yes it is. Too bad there was no way to recover them. We/you ain't Drich.It was getting harder to think, now, and he felt despair growing as his internal sensors registered more and more damage, critical systems falling to battle damage and the spreading flames burning in his hulls.
He...he was a nation unto himself…
Today, his nation was burning.
Bai Baiiiii!"Reaper. We exist to break your stagnant, orderly cycles. Your broken shell stills exists because I allow it. It will end...because I desire it. I'll give your regards to the Harbinger."
*Batoooooommmmm* [Miniature star forms]
God damn cheaters!The Emissary bobbed its head. "Resource acquisition is a logical reason for attempting boarding against a drastically inferior foe."
I snorted. Yeah, and I've seen you play Galaxy of Fantasy. Ain't that the truth?
Now now, remember Geth do not intentionally infiltrate... somehow they have already done so before they realize it.I pause, waiting for any further questions or comments, then glance at the patiently waiting Emissary. "Wait, how come the Geth aren't asking where I got three warships that big?"
Emissary's eyes focused on me, brightening slightly as the petals on its head rippled. "The programs on this platform reached a conclusion, based on the observed construction rates of the Legion Machines, plus the arrival of the Legion Machines through a non-Mass Relay Transportation Ring, that the Legion Machines must have an established infrastructure in another part of the galaxy. Given that the Legion Machines are not necessarily tied to the Mass Relay Network, we have reached the conclusion that the Legion Machines would have the capacity to build vessels of that scale due to a lack of interruptions from hostile rivals. We are very interested in acquiring this capability for ourselves."
I blinked, my optic flickering. Wow.
Um, man, even when Geth aren't infiltrating they're kinda spooky at information gathering.
Neat.
Geth best _____!
*Cackles*No one ever told me that being a giant Von Neumann Robot still results in the robot equivalent of paperwork. Sure, I've developed my Legion so that a lot of the lower level problems can be fixed by more advanced intelligences, but I still have to do a fair amount of work deciding on broad decisions.
Thank the Maker I can avoid the duller minutiae, at least, for the most part!
Oh, excellent, Agent Red's sending in his regular quarterly report.
...Huh. Wait, is that a shareholder report being sent to a dummy email the infiltration network setup?
And...that's a lot of zeroes. And...payroll records? Franchise agreements? Licensing? Reimbursement requests from Urdnot Wrex because 'The Gun's Melee Hardening Wasn't Hardened Enough, Send It Back to R&D'?
Erm...
Red, what did you -do-?
I give you 10/10. Now go make more.