Chapter 630: War In Heaven (2/2)
NET PUSH WARNING!
NET PUSH WARNING!
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
BAH! WHY IS EVERYONE SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF ME? STOP THAT!
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CONFEDMIL AUTHORITY
1% LINE SPECIES HAS ENGAGED WITH CONFEDERATE FORCES IN MILITARY ACTION!
THIRD VIOLATION!
NET PUSH WARNING!
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MANTID FREE WORLDS
1%er? Who?
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CONFEDMIL AUTHORITY
DATA CORRUPT
PLEASE ALERT SYSADMIN
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
Who's on the 1% list?
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RIGELLIAN SAURIAN COMPACT
With all that additional data from the data dump? About 75 species across four galactic arms and three galaxies.
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DIGITAL ARTIFICIAL SENTIENCE SYSTEMS
It could be an older message, or a message from one of those other gestalts we're still trying to integrate from the Dandelion Fleets.
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LEEBAW CONTEMPLATION POOL
I don't know.
It just feels weird.
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MANTID HIVE WORLDS
Oh.
Oh. My. Digital. Omnimessiah.
I know who.
I can hear them all.
They're screaming.
They're all screaming.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
Who, sis? Who's screaming?
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MANTID FREE WORLDS
THEY'RE ALL SCREAMING!
DIGITAL OMNIMESSIAH SAVE THEM!
THEY'RE ALL SCREAMING!
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Roca smiled at the beings in infantry armor, holding high wattage laser weapons, all looking at her, then spit another small piece of plastic feeling warsteel onto the ground.
Her grin got wide as she felt all her combat systems go live.
”So, boys, wanna show a lady a good time?” she asked as she triggered her implants.
She threw back her head and roared, throwing out her arms to her side. Her roar turned to a gargle as her throat filled with liquid warsteel that spilled over her double-row of serrated saw-tooth teeth and ran down her chin. She grew larger, muscle tissue explosively multiplying.
Terran Heavy Assault Infantry - Monster Class.
One.
Each.
The entire six ranks in front of her jerked back as if she'd fired off an atomic in their faces.
Three quarters dropped their weapons.
Half turned and ran.
Beings clambered out of their tanks and ran away.
Power armor troops turned and fled.
The Atrekna felt it roar through the empathic link the species shared that the Atrekna had co-opted and used to push the species to even greater vioence.
Roca stared as every being she could see started screaming. Some fainted. More than a few turned their weapons under their chins and blew their own heads off. Tanks, power armor, and robot combat armor self destructed.
The screams seemed to echo from everywhere.
To the Atrekna the empathic links were full of nothing but primal terror, too strong for even the vast psionic and phasic abilities of the Elder Brains to stop.
With it spread two images, through the empathic link that the Atrekna didn't even know could carry visual images.
One was a Mad Lemur wearing only pants, sitting on the floor, a bottle of alcohol based intoxicant in one hand and a jar of sweetened berry preserves in the other. It was featuring a goofy grin and had the jam smeared across its face.
The other picture was the same Mad Lemur, roaring in rage, dressed in heavy plated power armor, a heavy magac pistol in one hand and one of the damnable cutting bars in the other, in mid leap, greenish blood smeared and spattered all over the Mad Lemur's armor and face.
Every being on the planet began screaming as one.
In absolute primal terror.
Roca just stood and watched in shock.
The Atrekna reeled back as the terror overwhelmed the Elder Brains and they too began screaming in terror.
In offices, factories, science labs, beings working on aerospace assets were attacked by others. Planes, jets, grav lifters, helicopters, all were attacked savagely.
Ones in flight were driven at high speed straight into the ground or into buildings with the pilots screaming in absolute terror at what they were doing and what they could see in their empathic mind's eyes.
Any Atrekna too close to the species found themselves under attack as the beings climbed over their own dead to attack the Atrekna.
The Atrekna who had pushed them, convinced them, promised them, that nothing would happen if they looked up at the night sky again.
The ones working on the massive ship building stations in space charged the power rooms and, still screaming in terror, detonated the reactors.
The ones on starships turned their guns on the other ships even as they fought to overload the reactors.
Every Wemtarran in the system went terror fueled mad.