In which we all curse ROB. Again.there is no rob
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[Traveler Foreman, I've received reports of your units opening fire on friendly forces! Explain yourself!]
[Supervisor, my Reaper-17 counterpart proved unwilling to heed general withdrawal orders to reinforce the landing sites, and instead chose to continue the ill-planned invasion efforts well past the point of futility. By removing it from command, I have freed up resources stationed abroad to fortify the Thresholds.]
[True, but that still doesn't explain your "eagerness" to cavort with the natives. Numerous or no, we fail to see the value of negotiating with these primitive creatures. We would sooner perish than place ourselves as inferior to such beings!]
[Pursuing further hostilities are nothing more than a waste of forces and self-destructive to boot, all the data we have makes this fact very clear. By entering into negotiations, I aim to exchange concessions with Humanity to downgrade hostilities and prolong the lifespan of our base of operations, which will buy time for us to regroup and give us more options both in military and more peaceable terms.]
[As an added bonus, we will have a stable base to send out covert assets to find the individual known as "Kane". I believe he was an Object of Interest, no?]
[…hmm. You may continue, Foreman. Requisition additional assets from the regional Foreman as needed, the Overlord expects your success.]
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Occupied Stronghold, North Berne, 01 25 hours
Careful, careful… aaaand
perfect.
[Number 2 engine successfully installed. Disconnecting number 3 engine.]
My AutoShip lay suspended within the grasp of a Gravity Stabiliser surrounding the ruined vessel, held aloft by an invisible cradle of force. Scores of Construction Drones, each bearing an assortment of Ichor-alloy chunks and random pieces of Scrin biotech, flitted around the surface of the crumpled hull as they extricated and swapped out the burned-out internals, slicing through the thick hull with pinpoint microvibrations and tip-mounted Plasma Cutters on their manipulators. The Number 3 engine itself, a standardised civilian-model Gravity Drive designed for the Drone Ship class of vessels, slid out of its resident crèche with a screech of twisted metal, the cone-shaped device weakly dribbling Ichor engine fluids onto the mushy ground as a fleet of Drones carted it away.
Better send a Harvester to suck up all the spillage before we leave. Creating random Ichor fields everywhere we go wouldn't be good for relations, methinks.
With the Drones settling in to work on installing the replacement Drive, it'd be roughly three hours or so before the ship would be ready to lift off again. Looking over the rest of the base, pack-up efforts were proceeding fairly well over the remains of the compound as my subordinate Drone Platforms slaved away at the base's firewalls, their impressive software capabilities linking together to grind down the encryption on each structure one by one and linking their prizes to the overall command network.
Every few minutes or so, a soft ping heralded a brand new entry into our little colony, and my tech tree expanded to accommodate.
A quick note about the Tech Tree mechanic in-game and how it played out here: the tech buildings such as the Technology Assembler and Stasis Chamber in the stronghold weren't just stereotypical research labs and the like; they also served as "workshops" for the researchable upgrades. First downloading the blueprints from the satellite networks (GDI) or from the incomplete Threshold Tower's secondary Warp Transmitters for the Scrin, the specialised auto-factories within the Tech Buildings would then churn out precision-engineered components to be delivered to the actual War Factory/Warp Sphere for installation, the brute-force assembly lines in the Factories no match for the advanced engineering suites in the Tech Buildings in machining the delicate instruments involved.
What did that mean for me?
I now had Conversion Beam technology. Granted, it was mostly limited to "upgrade packages" for the Devourers and Tripods I already had, but the ability to produce the weapons themselves were now within my reach. Sure, the vanilla Scrin models wouldn't exactly stand up in a pitched battle with the superior designs of the Reapers, but they sure as heck packed a
lot more punch.
Though, as I cast a glance at the glassy slag that was once Reaper-17's command vehicle, I didn't exactly manage to get everything. What a shame.
Oh well, as least I got Attenuated Forcefields out of that whole fracas. Shielded Stormriders, here we
go!
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Speaking of which, Voice? Did'ja have anything on the "Autonomous Drone Platform" project I'm supposedly a part of? Any notes or such from my…
creator, or something?
[Acknowledged, Foreman. Displaying results.]
It's been bothering me for a while now. Everything seems
convenient, for lack of a better word, even suspiciously so at times. The way I all but
flowed into this Commandering business, the instinctual control I had over my units, heck, even my lack of surprise at all this wasn't right! I'd initially brushed it off as shock at first, then rationalised it as "getting over it" after time passed and that excuse ran dry.
Hah, no shit.
Me? Willpower?
Anyways, I'd even juggled the theories of either this whole SI business somehow "improving" my squishy human psyche or ROB screwing with my brainmeats to keep me from going insane. I mean, watching your pet BESRMoW go nuts within twenty seconds wouldn't be entertaining at all for a bored extradimensional being, right? All I had to do was hope that this ROB's terms
weren't too unreasonable, and I could eventually muddle my way home in this Nice Boat of mine.
After all, if the universe's empty of intelligent life, just
add in some more! Fermi's Paradox can suck it, for I bring honest-to-goodness
Jetpacks and Flying Cars! To the 90's Space Age we will GO!
[Intelligence Data Updated. Files appear to be heavily encrypted, displaying successfully decoded sections.]
Oh, looks like the files are done cooking. Now for the moment of truth…
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LOGFILE: TRAVELER T______, DESIGNATED FOREMAN 373 ON ATTACHMENT TO ___ MINING FLEET
Purpose: … investigate … originating from Planet: Earth … feasibility of developing mass-producible __________ _____________ from said phenomena.
…
Project End: Upon complete documentation of … phenomena within local star system and/or … stable __.
… scanners detected sizable Liquid-_____ detonation upon planetary surface. … as per protocol to begin harvesting operations, but ran into … Ion-based satellite defence network. Liquid-______ … identified as artificially induced, forceful suppression of hostile indigenes carried out as per …
However, upon planetfall and deployment … facilitate sustained operations on planetary surface, _________ secondary Warp Transmitters began receiving unscheduled signals from __________ communications. … density to ________ __________ communications for a … but of extremely degraded coherence, __________ Warp Transmitters were initially overloaded and required replacement … carried out immediately. Data traffic, … degraded in quality, was too structured to be natural phenomena and investigations were carried out.
Investigations discovered … extremely chaotic collection of broadcasted ______ patterns, … crude form of transmission of __________ _____________, documented among administration vessels of civilian fleets. Initially believed to be a hostile cyber attack, … surprising similarities with … indigenous species, designate Humeniti, … recordings retrieved from ___________ Devices of Mastermind-class units … In light of this information, Project CULTIST was launched … correlation between Humeniti lifeforms and __________ phenomena.
(…)
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[Remainder of document is too heavily encrypted to decode at this moment, Foreman. Traveler Cult cipher required for further decryption.]
...huh?
I'd expected a snarky note from a ROB or something, telling me in no uncertain terms to "entertain it OR ELSE" and maybe, even maybe, a release or "go home" clause to fulfil. Nut instead got
whatever the heck was this crytic bullcrap on par with the SEELLY Wormfic I once read,
absolutely no answers AT ALL and not even a courtesy "frak you" note from the local spacetime Troll in charge?
…oh great, I've scored one of those "mindscrew" ROBs for my Bizarre Adventure here, haven't I? Stupid a-hole must be laughing his ass of after gaslighting me like this, I just know it. ROB, if you're watching me, you're a massive DICK!
…
Looks like he doesn't even have the decency to smite me either. Hmph.
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Across the globe, Warp Spheres began collapsing as the last of the entering Scrin vehicles passed into the spacetime bubbles held within its arches, the alien structures ceasing to exist as their component Ichor beamed back to Ichor Hub.
Humming a little ditty in my head, I busied myself with organising the teams of Harvesters sweeping Ground Zero of the Swiss city as the rest of the base continued to fold in on itself. In exchange for a temporary ceasefire to buy time for negotiations, I had promised a general withdrawal of all Scrin units to the Red Zones and assisting in cleanup efforts in the Blue Zones hit in the invasion. With the sheer OPcity of the Scrin's storage-less economy we could harvest the Ichor fields faster than they could regrow, gradually "blighting" the immediate surface of the glowing crystals and leaving the considerably-safer cleanup to the GDI personnel. With the rate we were going, I'm pretty sure we'd be able to finish up and get out of the city well before the allotted two weeks were up.
The uninterrupted harvesting from the cleanup operations also served as a massive moneymaking scheme for my coffers, but
shh!
At this point, most of our heavy units were gone from the field and only light or less mobile units were left. Zone-suited GDI troopers freely mingled with the alien chitterbugs as they roamed the remains of the base, a couple of them even taking out pocket cameras to snap pictures of the sleepy airfleet idling above the sprawling Refinery complex blanketing the crystal-encrusted city center, the ships on standby as the facilities below topped up their fuel tanks. A sizable portion of the GDI forces had eventually relaxed around us over the course of these five days after we showed no sign of wanting to mess with them, inspection teams and even the occasional spook were freely navigating around the alien structures as they oversaw our progress.
With the rate we've been trucking through the crystal fields, we might actually be done by tod-!
[Foreman, a Scrin emergency beacon has been detected on the planet.]
…I jinxed it, didn't I? Trace the signal's ID, I'll try my best to diffuse the situation. Hopefully the GDIs or Noddies over there aren't too uppity. Voice, if you please?
[Acknowledged, Foreman. Signal origin has been identified as a Tacitus-class secure data repository, located in Region: China.]
Right, call up the local forces ther-
whaaaat?!
Get me a visual on the Tacitus,
stat!
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A Stormrider sailed through the relatively clean air at high altitude, the small manta-shaped craft casting a blotchy shadow on the clouds as it closed in on the shore. As the craft neared the mainland and the cloud layer thinned out, the Stormrider's optics were drawn to bright flashes along the shoreline.
In the midst of a burning harbour city, a smoking GDI Construction Yard sat in the middle of an open-air carpark, a quartet of heavy Sonic Emitters surrounding the squat structure. Around the buildings, piles of wrecked Nod vehicles lay strewn about the Yard and its vigilant attendants as reinforcements roared in from the surrounding roads, a small picket of APCs forming in advance around the buildings as the tell-tale dustcloud of rolling Predator Tanks formed further back. In the skies above, a skirmish was forming between the Hammerheads and Venoms of each force's advane guards, the nimble gunships strafing in all directions as they raked each other with sprays of armor-piercing bullets.
With so many objects to track, the Stormrider's sensors barely registered a flattish Stealth Tank materialising on the ground nearby. The violent screams of a couple of Tiberium Core Missiles streaking past its vision was the only warning before the Scrin gunship's feed suddenly cut out.
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Oh crud, Tacitus Interruptus's already begun.
And I'm not even there yet!
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Author's Note: RISE, CHICKEN, RISE.
I want to get off Mr Bones' Wild Ride
Whoooo, this took a lot out of me. With my schedule being as messed up as it is theses days, would you even believe me if I said that THIS snippet alone was done over the course of about five whole days? I have fulfilled my oath, muse. Release meeeeee
...you don't, do you? Drat.
ANYWAY, experimenting a bit with a "Show, Not Tell" style on detailing the negotiations bit, thus the lack of direct narration on the proceedings (also because I'm an incompetent writer, ha). One of the major troubles I had with this section was excising the right amount of data chunks from the T-59 records while still leaving it as a strong enough hook, but I think it turned out fairly well. As obvious, the main "arc" of this Bizarre Adventure's coming right along very soon, I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did planning it!oh god what have i done
As always, reviews and criticisms are gladly appreciated! Goodness knows I need as much as I can get!stop stop please