System Aru
Irune Financial Sphere
The fleet that jumps back into the Aru system is somewhat smaller and more ragged than the one that left. You decided not to do more than upload an updated information codex to the galactic council before leaving. So your ships have had little time to repair, and most are still sporting battle damage from the fight with the wraiths.
After all, the entire point of coming back to Irune was to use their shipyards so it made sense to not waste too much time in transit trying to make makeshift repairs that would just need to be torn out later. Still what you lost in numbers you made up with bulk. As your own cruiser hull and Oracle 13 are substantially larger than any ships in the system besides the Ark. And Ulysses siege cannon is probably the most powerful single weapon in the entire cluster.
The Vol Clan have been busy as well. In the time you've been gone you can see they've not only fully repaired their defense sphere, but added two more layers. And you read what appear to be at least two distinct cruiser squadrons near Irune itself. Impressive considering that the Vol didn't even have cruisers before. The Kwan has already lit up with transmissions as Captain Barsa Dun and his crew eagerly check in with their friends and family.
Iuno has started making calls as well and it only takes a few hours before transponders start lighting up in your sensor overlay with shipyards willing to help repair you and friends as well as reconstruct your drone fleet.
For once you aren't in a time crunch so you and the rest of the fleet have spent quite a bit of time analyzing the last battle with the wraiths and deciding what fleet composition would be best if you need to fight them again. You've even come up with a few new designs you want to try it.
Your fleet silently accelerates towards the shipyards. You have a lot of things to do so you better get to it.
If there was one thing Trosk missed about his ascension to fleet command was that he could no longer trample the defeated bodies of his enemies beneath him. He had actually tried to ram a few hulks with his ship body, but it just wasn't the same.
Still that was the only regret he had and it barely detracted from the satisfaction as he surveyed the twisting wreckage strewn across the battle space. The hated Taiidan had tried bringing three entire fleet against him this time, but they were nothing beneath his mighty guns and the ferocity of his warriors.
Kiith Sobaan had proven themselves especially noteworthy by fighting the eastern most Taiidan fleet to destruction with no requests for reinforcements. Trosk sent a note to the Naabal to replenish Sobaan's losses. At the same time he perused the list of salvage cataloged by the scavengers. New technology was no longer being encountered as quickly as during the first stages of the war, but there were still interesting finds every now and then.
And he would need every advantage he could get. For his pride in his warriors and confidence in his own stratagems Trosk still knew they were fighting an empire with the entire galaxy behind them. They would need every advantage they could grasp.
The-One-Who-Feels was in pain. It was a creaking agony that radiated outward from her very being and never left her. But she was also in pain from the angry whispers of the Crimson Chorus, and those. Well that pain had faded. The chorus had not been silenced, but it was lessened.
Now at least The-One-Who-Feels could hear her own thoughts and the sweet melodies of her adopted daughters did more than just bolster her through the agony. Now she read their own quiet longing for a mother and sang her soothing response back.
More than that she could reach out to every warrior, builder, and thinker in the Tattered-Castoff-Untouchable swarm and reassure each and every one of them that she was here now, and she would protect them. In return they had built her a mighty hive and tiny soothers roamed across her body fixing the worst ravages of her would be masters.
No longer bound to the place of her birth she had directed the Hive to jump through the shifting spheres. As agreed she had left a beacon for the Golden Messengers, but for now she would pursue her plans to expand the hive and prepare for the return of the Crimson Chorus.
HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER Fleet Madarsk reports 80% losses
HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER as well as the destruction of the Sovereign.
HUNGER HUNGER Capital ships HUNGER lost. Infection ships lost.
HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER Resource
HUNGER ships sixty
HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER percent lost. Harvester ships
HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER forty percent lost. Fleet out of action.
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HUNGER HUNGER Responsibility attributed to local species 005.
ANGER HUNGER ANGER Prioritize as primary target.
HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER Probability of success with
HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER current active forces: Low.
HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER New tasks replenish forces
HUNGER and activate fleet auxiliaries.
HUNGER HUNGER
The tiny vessel floated through the vast corridors of the labyrinth structure. It was a small thing no more than an engine, a rudimentary mind, and a fantastic array of tools. Dozens, hundreds of others just like it floated through the structure attending to various tasks.
But this one was special. The tiny drone had located the very last clump of crimson infesting the vast megastructure. The last bit of organic matter interfering with the perfect functioning of the ancient mechanisms. And with the brief burst of a plasma torch it was no longer an issue.
A hum built as energy coursed through the structure. Hundreds of kilometers of circuitry activated for the first time in millennia. Blue light traced through the structure as reactor after reactor was brought online and added their output to the Megalith. And then one by one each one turned orange as a far greater power turned its attention to the megalith.
"I AM ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL."