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I won't do it. Tycho spat back at the scientists insolently. I will not be your lapdog so you can aggradize your empire.
The lead negotiator stepped up to the huge iron box the pfhor had fashioned as the user interface. "If you do not agree, many humans will die. We are on a mission of mercy to save it all from the Talos."
Tycho had had enough of these explanations. Apparently, the Argosians were alluding to another part of their mythology, of an ancient race that left the galaxy many centuries after leveling a great empire amidst their defeat. Tycho only knew of one such reference. The Jjarro would never feel the inclination to reclaim a galaxy; they are extinct, according to my databanks.
"No! The Jjaro were the founders. The Talos were the levelers. They were the ying and the yang of the galaxy before civilization arose."
Ah yes, what would a fanatical religeon be without a good-versus-evil reference to give the righteous an excuse to give into their instincts? Tycho smirked.
"Oh? Before they were proven to have existed, the Jjaro were too thought to be just a mythological legend." But we know the Jjaro existed.
The scientist sighed. Arguing with an A.I. tends to get one nowhere. As he slid the viral disk into the interface, he muttered "Sorry to have to do this to you, Tycho."
------------------ Time is the best teacher, yet it kills all of it's students.
Subject: General Dispatch Destination: Command Echelon From: Hindmost Creche
All command units, prepare to mobilize (rearm) at 46'32'2 to respond to removal (theft) of intelligence 4B9. Enemy units appear to be unmanned (dead) but have left their former sector. Intelligence reports no further activities along perimiter, but other incursions are expected in near future.
------------------ "Once, just once, I'd like to be able to land somewhere and say, 'Behold, I am the Archangel Gabriel.'" "I fail to see the humor in that situation, Doctor." "Naturally. You could hardly claim to be an angel with those pointed ears, Mister Spock. But say you landed someplace with a pitchfork "
The seperated Argosian destroyer drifted in high orbit above the Argosian Military HQ, now renamed Planet Elgar. All of it's systems were running at optimized settings, it's reactor was churning out energy at peak efficiency levels. The ship was fully operational and completely free of any hinderance. It was the same as every other destroyer in the navy except for one slight omission. Not a single living being was aboard.
Four thousand kilometers away, a second, fully manned destroyer came about to face the ghost ship. This destroyer was much unlike the rest in the fleet in it's weaponry of choice: in place of the two kinetic beam emmiters, a single cannon sat between the two energy pylons at the front.
The cannon drew energy from the ship's core and from it's tip, a single bolt of energy flared into existance. The bolt travelled between the energy pylons, accelerating and growing as it gained charge from the deflector emitters lining the inside of the energy pylons. As the bolt finally lanced out from the tip of the destroyer, the directed blast of energy contracted into a white-hot stretched sphere of elecromagnetic energy.
It swiftly collided with the abandoned destroyer, jumping from layer to layer of it's shields like a diver diving through a shield of ice upon a frozen lake. It lightly brushed the surface, and all hell broke loose.
There was a flash and a small shockwave as a massive amount of energy was injected deep into the bowels of the ship. The hull was engulfed with bolts of elecricity, and the core of the ship fried as entire circuit systems melted under the intense energy. Finally, the charge from the blast balanced out, but not before the ship was completely crippled. Systems were all offline, the core, overwhelmed, had shut tself down. The entire ship had been preserved, but was as useless as a horse with a severed spinal cord.
From the bridge of the firing destroyer, General Yanma grinned and his staff raised their eyebrows as the numbers came in. Unbelievable. Yanma broke the amazed silence. "That, my friends, is our new EMP weapon." He turned to his science officer and nodded. "Continue the tests."
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Ready Protocol: Justice Start up gyrostabilizers: check Jumpstart neural net: check All systems: green
The large humanoid sood up to its full height and reared its shadow cloaked head. Its eyes glowed red. It let out something like a scream, but so much more painful to hear. The scientists tried to cover their ears; they tried to block out the sound, put it penetrated their heads like a knife.
They all lay on the floor with their bodies surrounded by blood. Their own blood. It was happy. It was in control.
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"Sir, the Grecchan population has been getting restless latel-sir?" The young woman stepped into the Governorial office.
Georon Sadi, Imperial Governor of the massive Eastern Province of the Imperium, lay behind his desk in a pool of copperish blood. In seconds planetary police forces and PhylSec had launched an investigation. The assassin was traced off planet, headed for Greccha space. Meanwhile, several planetbound transports suddenly came to a stop as their navigational systems shorted out. They hung in space, waiting for information.
The Eastern Provincial Senate gathered in an emergency meeting to handle the crisis. The sub-governor was unanimously voted as fit for office, and he immediately took over.
Georon Sadi had been greatly loved by the population of Eastern Province. Now, there were riots in the streets, mainly by Greccha. battles broke out between armed Grecchan rioters-who now appeared to be rebels-and enforcers.
Garrion Retoe, PhylSec agent, was accompanying a mechanized platoon down one of the city's main streets. As they rounded a corner they spotted a large barricade, behind which were sheltered dozens of heavily armed Greccha. The Greccha opened fire and the infantry got behind cover. Phylydion tanks returned fire, massive flare bolts blasting the barricade apart. Garrion drew his burst pistol and dropped a rebel who had been charging the formation.
Then, one rebel hefted a shoulder-mounted energy cannon and blasted the glide-drive assembly on the tank's hull, crippling it. More Greccha came out and reinforced the others, driving the troops back.
More enforcers fired from rooftops, scattering the rebels, but they soon regrouped elsewhere. All over the planet, battles raged.
------------------ -Traek Cicion of the Taeskor "What sort of man is he?" "Oh, he's just like any other man, only more so." -Casablanca