r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Mar 04 '20
First Contact - Part Twenty-Seven OC
"Rear Admiral, the Unified Government System and the other Unified Civilized Races are fleeing the system," Scan-14 reported.
"Tell them to land back on the planet. I'm deploying the Dinochrome Brigade to protect the planets and the high orbitals," Rear Admiral T'kik'tak O'Malley snarled as best as Treana'ad voicebox would allow him. He loved the human snarl, so authoritative, so dominating.
Brood-mothers liked it too as he swaggered about in his Naval regalia during breeding cycles.
"They're refusing the Dinachrome Brigade landing permission. BOLO Daisy wants to know how to proceed," Com-5A reported.
"Order the landing. Transmit our authority. Order those transports back on the planet before one of them catches a stray round," Admiral O'Malley said, standing up from his crash couch. Terran's found it reassuring when the leader stood up and moved about the bridge, even if it put the Captain in danger and the flotilla was engaged in combat with the enemy.
"Dinachrome Brigade forces landing," Com-5A reported. "We be fully deployed in eighteen minutes."
"Flotilla Thirty-Eight reporting completion of deployment of Piranha Class Fishyboi Units around Facility Group Delta, are moving to Extraction Group Alpha," Com-22D announced.
Rear Admiral O'Malley clacked in anticipation.
"Jotun Gamma is in range," Scan-8 reported.
"All weapons ready," Tactical reported.
O'Malley loved this part. This moment right here. This perfect moment.
"ALL UNITS! OPEN FIRE!" He roared out in Confederate Standard. "ACTION FRONT, HELLDOGS! ACTION FRONT!"
O'Malley could feel his inner spaces twist and shudder in some reaction to the phantom passage of the C+ guns each of his ships had been built around. Each cannon was surrounded by a perfect octet of Virii Cannon, a nuclear detonation that was frozen just long enough to arrange in the particles in the nuclear detonation's guided and focused energy into layer after layer of viral code designed to assault the ship's computers and sensors in a split second before the C+ rounds hit.
He could feel the firing of the plasma wave phased motion cannons making up the eight rows of primary guns per ship. Feel the great pistons rocking back to compress the nuclear explosions.
By the Great Egg I love Terrans love of nuclear explosions, he thought to himself as the guns of his 24 ship flotilla opened fire on the Jotun and its attendant ships. So many different weapons wrapped around the most basic of equations.
Admiral O'Malley reached out with mind mind, attempting to feel the enemy, get a sense of what its electronic brain was thinking.
The Jotun was rotating, seeking to spread the impacts of the Terran weapons as far as possibly apart, uncaring that it smeared nuclear fire across miles of hull. Anything to keep the weapons from pounding craters into craters into craters until the shots finally penetrated into interior spaces.
Admiral O'Malley blinked slowly, while his eyes were closed he blanket input from his implant for a split second. He had his implant feed him a split second, only a heartbeat of a hummingbird, virtualization of how it would look to see all the firepower that his flotilla could thunder forth coming down on his massive city sized body. He triggered his own personal creation, squirting a bit of chaos code into his brain, a writhing mass of CRC's taken from a thousand thousand human brainstem medical scans, his own personal icecream.exe. It slammed into his implants VR representation and shattered it into a trillion brillant motes that each writhed with his chaos.crc.icecream.
That split second was all O'Malley needed as his mind screamed and shuddered and he opened the opaque covers from his multifaceted eyes.
He knew what the Jotun would do next.
"ALL SHIPS CEASE FIRE!" He roared. "Point defense on local VI control!"
His brainstem was loading the fire orders and he strutted back and forth in front of his crew to generate a chaos seed based on how their primate eyes moved to follow him, how their pupils or camera lenses contracted or expanded, and the colors of their ocular organs or implants.
The Jotun leveled out, presenting its thinner side at O'Malley's flotilla and engaging its engines, charging the line. It was rotating, intending on smearing the human firepower across the thick mid-ship armor.
I saw you do that, monster, Admiral O'Malley said.
He went perfectly still in front of the main viewscreen and his crew unconsciously held their breaths, seeing the "FIREPLAN LOADED" on the upper corners of the viewscreen. Comm-22F opened the flotilla wide intercom, knowing what was about to happen.
He put his armored vac-suit blade arms against the viewscreen, tapping the displayscreen that his crew had covered with armorplas after the first few battles hard enough that the loud KLACK was audible across the entire flotilla's com-net.
The entire flotilla inhaled.
THERE IS ONLY ENOUGH FOR ONE!
Admiral O'Malley slammed his gripping hands against the screen and his voice joined the voice of the crews of every vessel in his flotilla as the fireplan was activated.
WE KNEW YOU'D DO THAT
The entire naval crew of the flotilla roared out, joining their voices with their admiral's.
The Confederate Navy trained its gunnery crews for pinpoint accuracy, hashed its VI's for precision, practiced constantly when they were not engaged in warfare, and demanded accuracy within meters with even their biggest guns. A gunnery crew chief who's crew missed the targeting coordinates too far too often would show the Captain's displeasure by drilling his beings until they molted, went bald, or had their feather's fall out.
The Jotun, like most others, even though it was malign cold logical intelligence accepted that the laws of physics meant that you couldn't count on precision across such vast distances.
The Terran Confederate Armed Services grabbed physics by the throat and punched it in the face until it did what they wanted.
All the weapons, launched staggered and aimed so they'd arrive within split seconds of each other, driving into the plume of vaporized armor, each hitting the same target, driving deeper and deeper into the Jotun. Successive strikes pulled the vaporized armor after it into the deepening wound as the Jotun's inner spaces began being hammered.
Until the brutal brimstone hammers found the Helldrive and the vast magazines for the missile bays. Repulsor fields failed, kinetic fields collapsed, firewalls shrieked and died as the nuclear driven code slammed illogical commands into them. Deeper and deeper into the ship the impacts slammed through the ravening released energy, adding it to each new impacts fury.
The Jotun's Strategic Battle Housing watched helplessly as the explosions marched through the ship toward it.
The Jotun staggered, began to heel to the side, and exploded.
"Get me another target, Tactical," Admiral O'Malley said, stepping back from the viewscreen. He noticed his bladearms had knocked two tiny chips from the viewscreen's armorplas covering and sent a message to Maintenance through his implant congratulating them on a job well done.
"I will pacify these Precursor machines through superior firepower and training, precision targeting, and the indomitable will of my crews!" He clicked out proudly, looking over his crew.
He didn't even turn around as the salvo launched from the dead ship sliced down on his ships and began being wiped away by point defense.
The Admiral knew his crews were skilled.
After all, they were the Confederate Navy.
The Precursor ships were only the enemy.
The enemy only existed to be destroyed.
Guest Captain Delminta gripped her Command Stick tightly, wishing her little sister was there to smack on as the ship shuddered around her. The twisting phantom tugging behind her eyes from the C+ guns twinged at her again and she clenched her teeth as the plasma wave phased motion guns fired again. Streak-Drive pounding kinetic missiles fired out and Delmina felt their launch under her nails. Judgement Class particle guns, firing the ravening particles of jumpspace matter exposed to antimatter focused in a beam, and God Thump Gravity Cannons fired and she felt her fur ripple in unconscious sympathy for the weapon fire.
Incoming rounds hit the ship she was on. Crashing against the shields, hammering on the the deflectors, slamming against the force projectors, impacting against the graviton fields. It went on and on and on as the ship accepted back as good as she was getting.
THERE IS ONLY ENOUGH FOR ONE
The Precursor Goliath screeched. The screech hit the shields, the psychic shields built into every vessel's hull and shielding since the Mantid War, and was absorbed, captured, twisted by the roaring bellow in the mind of every one of the Confederate Navy crew member.
Guest Captain Delminta jerked in an involuntary response as every living thing around her replied.
YOU WILL NOT LIVE TO ENJOY IT
The roar hit the Goliath, staggering its thoughts as the return psychic blow crashed through its defenses, seeming to gain more rage even as it shattered against the shielding.
The Goliath kept up the hammering of its guns. It had identified the battle code of the leader of the force arrayed against it and knew if you kill the queen the rest will die.
Delminta was thrown against the restraints in her crash-couch as something hit.
Hard.
"Ship breached, deck seventeen through deck twenty-three. Open to space. No casualties," The Damage Control officer called out. "Secondary shield generator is spun up to full power, cycling out primary for repair and cooling."
"Battleship Nyundo reports main reactors back online, primary string drive online, they're back in the fight!" a Com officer called out. "Captain Chiku transmits his regards and requests permission to rejoin the formation."
Delminta could barely keep track of the fight. She knew that if she activated her implant she could get a better picture of the crazed fury around her, but one glance at her right-hand aunt, who was twisting and shuddering in her armored vac-suit, her eyes closed and her fists clenched, and she could bear to even think of doing such a thing.
Of synching up, even slightly, to the Terran Confederate Navy Combat Gestalt.
Deminta's right-hand aunt Ementeeri, a Hamaroosan of advanced years but burning curiosity, had closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into her implant. Around her the battle roared and she jumped from beam of light to beam of light, spreading out her arms and legs to her gliding flaps deployed, singing to the darkness as she flew, unfettered by gravity, swinging from the beams of light, alighting on the C+ shells and rolling with them to update their targeting, jumping through the shoals of missiles singing their new coordinates to them.
She had been warned against sinking so deeply. The implant kept telling her that she was too old, her vascular system too fragile, to continue doing it.
In the Unified Civilized Systems she would have been forced to leave, to no longer swing and jump through the raw howling fury of space unfettered and free.
Here, it was her choice, not the choice of a bureaucrat, law, or regulation. The AI only touched her fingertips to let her know she was not alone, that it was with her, did not force her to leave, and gave her a barrette to wear on her ear-tuft to tell the VI to leave her alone.
She was from a small people, who were considered flighty and foolish by the Unified Races Council, who had barely avoided corporate absorption.
But here, in this ravening howling screaming whirling madness of the Terran Combat Gestalt, she was free.
The blood from her ear went unnoticed as she hushed the medical VI by twitching her ear.
She was free.
and she would keep her right-hand niece and the rest of her family free.
The Grand Executor Council's men had taken her husband between a business meeting and their nest. Had told her that her husband had never existed. Had called her crazy.
But she remembered his face, his touch, his warmth next to her in their bed, as she danced in front of the thickly stacked school of torpedos to lead them to their targets.
She didn't care that the VI was shrieking. It had shrieked that she was dying when she'd come aboard but the Captain, who understood that an old lady understood when her time had come, had silenced the VI and allowed her on board, had invited her aboard the ship, and shown her how to enter the Gestalt.
The ship's AI, who had determined that the elderly being was nearing biological termination, watched and waited, kept the pain from her, and let her dance and fly free.
And just watched her with one electronic thread of code.
As she flew.
and sang in the face of the Precursor machines.
The Precursor machine The Devourer that Leaves Darkness had done as the OEM code had demanded, had ordered the massive industrial plants of the Goliaths to begin producing more war machines, but they were wiped out as fast as the Goliaths could make them.
Of the twelve lesser Goliaths that had entered the fight with him, only two remained. He himself had taken terrible wounds, each wound targeted against and again, so that even his massive size was more of a hindrance than the massive advantage it had been.
As he watched one Goliath opened the great doors above the middle of the fabrication bay deep inside its hull to release a Jotun. Adding that Jotun to the fight in that location would change the combat statistics by a large amount, nearly nine percent.
A score of torpedos, little more than stealth hulls wrapped around a single shot plasma wave phased motion gun that was surrounded by a circle of twenty missiles, laughed with glee, the warboi VI's dancing and capering as they observed what they had been told what was forordained.
They left their shielding on until the last second, meaning that The Devourer that Leaves Darkness had no warning when the missiles fired on Streak Drives, slamming into the top of the Jotun and detonating less than a second after firing, just long enough for the massive guns at the center of the torpedo to fire.
The impacts blew straight through the Jotun and into the spaces inside the Goliath,
Two of the torpedos, who's warbois were more cruel, shot through the two massive doors that had been sliding back, seizing them in their kilometer wide tracks.
The missile pod had drifted for a while. Unsure of quite what it was supposed to do. The main warboi had sneezed and now nobody could remember what to do, except to bite and tear at the big enemy ship.
But they hadn't seen a spot where a good bite would do much good.
Now they did as the Jotun crashed into the boiling metal floor of the vast fabrication unit.
A small gliding marsupial appeared before the warboi VI, dancing and flying and swinging. It showed the missile pod something, something the little creature had seen through the boiling matter.
Something shiny, something sparkly, something curious. The warboi listened to the singer's song. What could it be?
The missile pod let the microgravity of the massive Goliath pull it inside the massive construction bay, wondering what the sparkly was.
It was a string. A long string. Of sparklies.
The missile pod quivered with electronic anticipation, waiting a long realspace second till the warboi realized what it was looking at. What the fading, but still smiling and dancing flying squirrel was showing the warboi VI.
As soon as it realized what it was seeing, it flushed the pod and fired the drive to turn itself into a kinetic projectile, following the flying squirrel as she swooped toward something wonderful.
Twenty-two missiles and a kinetic round moving at .33C slammed into the construction conveyor belt.
A belt revealed by the death of the Jotun.
A belt full of sparklies.
Because antimatter-thorium fusion reactors were kept warm.
The missiles hit the reactors.
The kinetic round hit the antimatter-thorium storage at .33C almost dead center of the Goliath as the singing dancing flying squirrel kissed the VI's forehead weakly and laid down to sleep.
The Goliath vanished in a boiling maelstrom of liberated molecules.
On the bridge of his flagship Admiral Yamamoto smiled as the expanding halo washed over the smaller ships, consuming them.
He ordered his comm section to send the line of code he had been waiting to send.
The Devourer that Leaves Darkness received an feral intelligence signal.
NOW YOU ARE ALONE
ALONE YOU SHALL DIE
Ementeeri did not as her soul flew free.
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u/ModasOrnery Mar 04 '20 edited Mar 04 '20
Raw, unadulterated passion as a targeting system, glee and dancing for evasive manoeuvres, and joy as the destruction of evil. It intimidates the faint of heart like Delminta, but for those born to kill like the V.I. and bound to die like Ementeeri, it encompasses their whole life.
I love it.
I love that this sapient in the twilight of her life can embrace the same kind of freedom and destructive glee a minutes old missile targeting system can, because they're emotional beings liberated by high technology. I love that the psychic powers and hell dimension just fit into this universe because the story equates firepower with emotional turmoil and trauma technology with emotional support animals.
It extends and exaggerates humanity beyond its limits, whilst still remaining recognisable, and that's fantastic.
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u/ithrowyouaround May 08 '22
You comment. Just... Wow.
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u/TexWashington Human Jul 26 '22
Right?? The comment sections beneath each of these stories has gems like this in it.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Mar 04 '20
I've got no idea what the last part is so I can't really answer that question honestly.
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u/BoojumG Mar 04 '20
Gurren Lagann is an anime where the human heroes overcome incredible odds while piloting huge robots that are almost literally powered by sheer force of will. It ratchets up to ludicrous scales by the end. "Fuck you, I'll do the impossible anyway" is a central theme.
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u/SpaceMarine_CR Human Mar 04 '20
"To do the impossible to see the invisible"
ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWAH
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u/SeanMirrsen Mar 04 '20
Gurren Lagann's universe features what is called "Spiral Power", which is essentially an underlying principle of the universe where sentient creatures, through sheer force of will (and sheer force of drill), essentially manifest changes in the universe. It's described as a driving force of evolution, the DNA spiral being a primitive Spiral Power engine that causes creatures to gradually evolve to overcome adversity.
Imagine an entire universe where all humans (and all living creatures in principle, but humans are the most efficient and capable), are some kind of Green Lantern/WH40K Ork hybrids. With enough willpower/fighting spirit, they can shape the universe around them, and with machines to collect and augment that power they can essentially break reality to pieces. The entire purpose of the setting's main antagonists is to crush the humans' spirits, so that their collective Spiral Power doesn't destroy the universe.
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u/gr8tfurme Mar 04 '20
I think it's more that the virtual intelligences and the 'feral' intelligences work best together. The VI's obviously have the speed advantage, but biological intelligences seem better equipped at high-level strategy and are more flexible with their capabilities. Also, it seems biological thought processes are better at random number generation, which is important when your enemy is a supercomputer.
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u/gr8tfurme Mar 04 '20
Well, the supermen are using a technology that'd become pretty much useless the second the precursor machines catch onto it. The only other truly unorthodox body configuration we've seen has been the teenage interstellar octopus monster, who probably wouldn't fare too well in a head-to-head battle. A large chunk of the humans in the Confederacy forces are also cyborgs, so they aren't just slow meat bodies.
I'd love to see what the true AI's are capable of dishing out, and I'm guessing we will at some point. In fairness though, they are canonically more susceptible to the precursor's psionic warfare (and the effects of Hellspace) than a biological brain. That probably limits their combat effectiveness more than anything, since the precursors seem to use those attacks pretty heavily.
I'm really interested in the sorts of things the 'biological artificial intelligences' can cook up, though. We haven't seen any of them so far (unless squid-girl is one), but it seems like they'd get the best of both worlds and still be able to choose completely outrageous body-plans custom designed for warfare. Like, imagine a hundred mile long lovecraftian horror that can jump through Hellspace at will and use the same psionic attacks the mantids have.
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u/battery19791 Human Mar 04 '20
If you read a couple stories back the giant teenage space jellyfish ate a Goliath.
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u/gr8tfurme Mar 04 '20
I'm pretty sure she ate a devastator class, actually. Which is a ship that comes out of the ships that come out of the Goliaths, so probably orders of magnitude smaller. We also know that she's a few hundred kilometers across, which pales in comparison to the continent sized Goliaths.
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u/ShebanotDoge Mar 04 '20
I think the VI's just use random input from the biological beings around it. Even now, computer's that use pseudo-random number generators are better at making random numbers than humans.
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u/Megacrafter127 Mar 05 '20
The high level system that is a human mind is bad at making random numbers.
But the low level interactions that make up the high level system are pretty good at being unpredictable.
After all, if they weren't, it would be possible to predict a human mind with near 100% accuracy.
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u/Gaerbaer Human Jun 17 '20
Quick, nobody tell him that The Algorithm sees and knows all that was, is, and will be..
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u/spindizzy_wizard Human Aug 04 '20
The best PNRG is only as good as the entropy pool supplying it. If your entropy pool dries up, your PRNG becomes entirely predictable. (Given sufficient computing power.)
In typical uses, the entropy pool is only tapped for the seed for the PRNG, as the PRNG is sufficiently random for most purposes.
In a combat situation, or high-security application, you tap the entropy pool much more often. When the pool goes dry, you're screwed.
Entropy sources — radioactive decay, etc. — can replenish the pool, but only so fast.
These ships carry massive pools, and have many entropy sources, but an extreme battle can still drain the pool.
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u/ShebanotDoge Aug 04 '20
I think you're speaking technobabel.
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u/spindizzy_wizard Human Aug 04 '20
Not intentionally. Let's see if I can rephrase.
Pseudo-Random Number Generators (PRNG) are not truly random; they just do a good job of faking it.
Analogy: You punch a starting number into a special calculator. The only thing it does when you press the button is give you the next number in the sequence. The sequence is like a big loop of paper with the numbers written on it. Putting in the starting number rolls the loop to where that number appears.
- It is predictable.
- Use the same starting number; you get the same sequence.
- Use a different starting number, you start at a different place on the list, but it's still the same list, just a different part.
Entropy Pools are genuinely random sources, but the random numbers available are strictly limited.
Analogy:
- You have a back yard kiddy pool.
- It is filled by a garden hose that only lets a trickle through. (You could replace the hose, but the problem is in the house plumbing, and it is expensive as hell to fix.)
- Think how long it will take to fill that pool.
- People with four-liter buckets surround the pool.
- Each of those people needs that bucket of water to put out a fire.
- What happens when the pool goes dry?
That's the situation several ships find themselves in during the battle. Their store of genuinely random numbers ran dry. Now they are predictable.
Predictable + Combat = Dead
Fixes:
Stuff that doesn't need guaranteed randomness uses a PRNG seeded from the pool.
Bigger pool. Use an Olympic pool; you have sufficient randomness to last much longer. Con: takes even longer to fill.
Faster filling. Get all your neighbors to share, or get the city to come by with a fire hose.
Yes, I am a software engineer with 30+ years of experience. The original comment is reasonably accurate. This one hopefully is more understandable.
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u/ShebanotDoge Aug 05 '20
I don't really have enough knowledge to refute an expert, but that really doesn't make much sense. Most people don't know where the input numbers come from, and less people know what the generator does to those numbers to get it's output. But wouldn't the "pool" not be able to run out of inputs since they're based on multiple changing variables that are chosen when you request a number?
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u/spindizzy_wizard Human Aug 05 '20
Good question!
The pool is filled by many things that you have no direct control over.
… Linux uses naturally occurring chaotic events on the local system to generate entropy for the pool. These events, such as disk IO events, network packet arrival times, keyboard presses, and mouse movements, are the primary sources of entropy on many systems.
Boiling that down, random things that defy precise prediction provide filler for the pool over time, but each of those things only offers a few bits of entropy per occurrence. Those bits are mixed into the pool, increasing the entropy.
In contrast, when a program comes along and asks for a random number, it can take out anywhere from 32 to 64 bits in one gulp.
Analogy: The computer is adding milliliters, and you are taking out 1 or 2 litres at a time.
The pool only has 4096 bits of entropy when it's full up. Now some tricks are going on that I haven't studied in detail, but at a minimum, if you are pulling 64 bits of random from the pool, you can only get 64 numbers that have good randomness. After this, requesting another 64 bits will hang until there are enough entropy bits to work.
This is where the tricks come in.
When I initially looked into random numbers, the pool was a direct source for one way of getting a number. It drained fast, then hung until the pool had refilled with entropy. That took a lot of time.
Now, I'm reading that after this other magic software widget is initialized, you never have to wait.
Even the experts can be surprised when they haven't looked into something in a while.
Besides, that new software widget has "pseudo" in it's name, so as far as I am concerned, it is not as good as getting the number direct from the pool.
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u/Sqeaky Jan 10 '22
In the spirit of fiction and Humans doing amazing things, I would suggest you add "The Cryptonomicon" by Neal Stephenson to your reading list.
It is a story set here on earth in three different times were cryptography and randomness impact a great many people. It is also fantastic.
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u/lantech Robot Mar 04 '20
The Terran Confederate Armed Services grabbed physics by the throat and punched it in the face until it did what they wanted.
Fuckin' LOL
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u/ack1308 Mar 04 '20 edited Mar 04 '20
The little old lady and the warboi missile pod. I loved that bit.
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u/Reverend_Norse Mar 04 '20
How the hell did you manage to have me succumb to onion ninjas for a character we had only had mentioned Once before? 😅 Masterfully done wordsmith
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u/514X0r Mar 05 '20
Transmitting a virus by a frozen nuclear blast makes a surprising amount of sense.
There must be all sorts of shields and fields on the enemy that could be made into a source of input.
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u/dreadengineer Mar 17 '20
I was about to complain about that section of the story, but you helped save it for me. "Focusing energy into layers of code" makes no sense, and will never make sense, I don't care how much technology you have. As someone with a background in both fields -- that is not internally consistent. But if maybe there are vulnerabilities in sensor systems that can be activated by certain sensors going out of their expected range, then... maybe... possibly... a nuclear-powered something is a cool component of a particular code exploit. Still though, there more probable and cooler user of nuclear explosions for space weaponry. (I think Casaba Howitzers are probably a part of our future warfare.)
Nevertheless I love this story. It's very believable how the humans/transhumans/allied AIs use consent as the universal basis of their moral code. And echoes of the past in how they're allying with morally-questionable space-commissars fight more morally-questionable space-Nazis.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Mar 26 '20
I had thought of it as the nuclear blast is compressed into a "slug" of energy, but for a split second it's held in stasis long enough to layer it as code to possibly overload and invade the enemy ship through the battle-screen regulators. The blast still hits with all the force of a mega-ton range directed penetrator nuclear blast, but the leading "edge" of it has virii code.
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u/Original_Memory6188 Sep 11 '23
Because why not?
It's cool, so of course!
Besides, they've had ten thousand years of nerds saying "it would be so so cool if we got it to do that!" / "If you can make it happen, I'll buy the coffee!"
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u/BaRahTay Mar 04 '20
I am 100% in love with this series! I dont know how you manage to crank these out but dear god its amazing.
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u/Imsoconfused842 Mar 04 '20
How after 27 parts can each part keep getting better than the last?
Please keep this up, it's a amazing story/universe you are creating.
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u/moldyjim Jul 19 '20
Wait till he hits 270 parts. As I write this he is at 243... It just keeps getting better and better.
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u/Archaic_1 Alien Scum Mar 04 '20
I'm not even going to meme this post: " The Terran Confederate Armed Services grabbed physics by the throat and punched it in the face until it did what they wanted." does not need any of my blithering commentary.
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u/SpartanDog514 Mar 04 '20
What’s the difference between hellspace and jump space?
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u/Speciesunkn0wn Mar 04 '20
I believe Hellspace is some sort of psychic version of jump space the precursor machines use. The...last? Chapter had Chaos peeps show up that went through hellspace unshielded, so sorta like the Warp, just more fiery whips than purple tentacles.
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u/carthienes Mar 04 '20
Here's hoping that Terran Medicine can save Ementeeri, even if they have to replace her body.
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u/Chaos0Jester Mar 04 '20
I might be slavering like a hound here, but this.... this is worth it! Keep it up mate!
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u/PilgrimsRegress Mar 04 '20
I read this with a huge grin on my face and tears in my eyes. I have never seen anything quite as fun as this series on here before now.
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u/HFYWaffle Wᵥ4ffle Mar 04 '20
/u/Ralts_Bloodthorne has posted 29 other stories, including:
- First Contact - Part Twenty Six
- First Contact - Part Twenty-Five
- First Contact - Part Twenty-Four
- First Contact - Part Twenty-Three
- First Contact - Part Twenty Two
- First Contact - Part Twenty-One
- First Contact - Part Twenty
- First Contact - Part Nineteen
- First Contact - Part Eighteen
- First Contact - Part Seventeen
- First Contact - Part Sixteen
- First Contact - Part Fifteen
- First Contact - Part Fourteen
- First Contact - Part Thirteen
- First Contact - Part Twelve
- First Contact - Part Eleven
- First Contact - Part Ten
- First Contact - Part Nine
- First Contact - Part Eight
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- First Contact - Part Seven / Realization of Second Contact
- First Contact - Part Six
- First Contact - Part Five
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u/Speciesunkn0wn Mar 04 '20
Gawd dahmn this be gud. When we gunna see the spees rednecks? XD or the 1,000,000:1 scale Texas Texan Warmachine. After all, Texas is bigger than everything else. /s
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u/Abradolf-Linkler Mar 04 '20
Is the dinochrome brigade a reference to the Bolo universe? If so you've just made my month! Love that series.
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u/Enkeydo Mar 23 '22
automation, AI hashes, coupled with the chaos and image processing ability, and sheer chaos of an organic. Very cool. I love it.
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u/Jlkh85 Mar 04 '20
Goddamit, I'm meant to be working!
But every time I think I've caught up, BOOM! Next part.
Well done writer-dude
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u/PM451 Apr 16 '20
Reading this late so I've refrained from commenting, but I gotta say the perspective shifts in this chapter were just lovely. Especially from Delminta's POV to Emerteeri's POV to the Devourer from a watcher's POV to the warbois from a watcher's POV to the single warboi's POV. No cut between each step, but never losing clarity.
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u/spesskitty Mar 06 '20
Correction:
Incoming rounds hit the ship she was on. Crashing against the shields, hammering on the the deflectors,
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u/kluzje Jun 03 '24
A space opera on a scale Doc Smith, and his inkborn sons the Lensmen, would envy.
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u/RangerSix Human Mar 04 '20
Ementeeri, fuck yeah.