Chapter 278: (TerraSol) (2/2)
Kibuka reached out his hand, wrapping it around the warsteel bar in front of him, and opened his red eyes.
He closed them, willing himself to ignore the signal.
CASE OMAHA CASE OMAHA CASE OMAHA
Great engines stirred to life, guns loaded, and shields activated. The massive ship came to life at the touch of Kibuka's hand. He was one with the ship, the ship was him, he was the ship, wired into the neural jack with a trillion monomolecular wires that connected him to the smallest rivet and the largest cannon round.
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Kibuka felt himself get vomited out into realspace. Two hundred Lanaktallan capital ships dissolved into atomic haze at his entry into a reality that Kibuka hated just as much as it hated him.
Rage at having his endless dreamless slumber interrupted filled him.
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Bellona watched as the Missouri's guns hammered apart another Precursor vessel. The Black Fleet had drawn close to the wormhole, close enough that the enemy could see them. She could feel them trying to close the wormhole but she had her hands thrust deeply into it, keeping it open with sheer force of will.
”This is the operating mind of the Antaeus Fleet,” she heard.
Bellona half-ignored it.
The Gloire tried to jump to Deadspace.
Bellona growled, a liquid sound, and stopped it.
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Her eyes of purple fire blazed at the signal raced through her mind.
The Black Fleet vanished in an impossible puff of twisting purple and black smoke.
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”Shift fire to twenty-six degrees mark, advance, brothers!” Daxin roared out.
He felt a tickle in the back of his brain. One he had not felt before.
--bad things Daxin bad things-- FIDO sent over the link.
//I know boy, we'll kill them and these people will be...//
CASE OMAHA CASE OMAHA CASE OMAHA
Daxin growled, trying to crush the signal. There was a war to be fought, people to be saved. He shuddered, feeling Hellspace reach out and wrap around his very soul.
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With a roar a maw of Hellspace energy manifested, fiery fangs closing on Daxin and FIDO both.
Only smoke remained that slowly cleared.
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”YOUR FAITH IS YOUR SHIELD!” roared one of the white armored soldiers, standing up among the white armored troops, pointing at the enemy war machines. Lasers snapped by him but he had no fear.
There was no glory here.
There would be no death, no sweet release, found here.
Only bitter war, without its sweet fruit.
He lifted up his pistol to fire two shots in the air when he felt it.
Something he had never felt before.
CASE OMAHA CASE OMAHA CASE OMAHA
Ralvex was staring right at them, waving the barrel of his autocannon to cool it, when it happened.
The horde of soldiers, white armor with gold edging, an eagle of burning Hellspace energy on their chests, vanished in a puff of purplish blue smoke.
Cursing, Ralvex clamped down on the firing grip of his autocannon, putting rounds downrange into the Precursor machines who computed the possibility of victory with the sudden cessation of fire from the crazed primates.
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Sam looked up as he heard thuds. Clones were dropping to the floor, laying there drooling, their eyes just staring. Virtual clones suddenly dissolved. He pushed away from the desk, touching his purrboi with both hands as alarms started wailing inside the Black Box.
The door opened and Legion staggered in, followed by something that Sam had never seen outside of ancient historical videos.
”I... I don't have...” Legion grated, his teeth clenched. ”Have much... much time.”
He held out the thing in his arms and Sam took it, his brain whirling.
”I... I did... did it. Again,” Legion managed to growl out.
He suddenly vanished in a puff of purple smoke that dissolved into nothingness.
Sam looked down at the living thing in his arms.
It looked back.
”Hi hi hi hi!” the other thing said. It was hardly bigger than the one in his arms, its tongue hanging out, its ears floppy, standing on wobbly legs.
”I am good boy. Yes I am.”
The one in his arms blinked its eyes.
”Mew.”
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He opened his eyes, standing on the flagship of the Fleet of One.
”Not again,” he moaned. ”I did it. I'd actually managed to do it.”
The Fleet of One made the transition to realspace.
On the status board the message repeated.
CASE OMAHA
The figure on the bridge instantly absorbed the tactical data from all of himself at each station in every ship in the entire fleet.
”OPEN FIRE!” Legion roared.
There was nothing more to think of.
There was only war.
And war.
War never changes.