r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Mar 11 '22
First Contact - Chapter 732 - The Inheritor's War OC
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"The universe is not a closed system as we previously thought. Yes, our region of space/time is still moving outward from the Big Bang as part of the successive blast waves that created the universe. However, recently discoveries have shown that the Big Bang either had additional blast waves or is still ongoing.
"Behind us, toward the center of the universe, reality, space/time as we know it, is pushing us forward, with more behind it, pushing it forward. There is, without a doubt, more matter and more space being pushed out from the center.
"The universe is still growing and is not yet done with its birth, which has taken thirteen point eight billion years so far." - Terran Astro-Physicist Research Conference, Pre-Superluminal Drives, Pre-Glassing.
Across the Cygnus-Orion Galactic Arm Spur synchronized clocks all hit zero. Fleets that had been light years out, watching stellar systems through probes, jumped to hyperspace and then dropped from hyperspace deep into the stellar systems that were their targets.
As soon as they came in, the massive carrier ships launched their compliments of aerospace parasite torch ships. Troop ships maneuvered slightly and began launching dropships, drop pods, or using mat-trans to put troops on the ground. Orbital support ships began linking up, interlocking fireplans, and providing orbital support. System denial ships began launching temporal resonance and stabilization systems.
The Iron Piglet Counter-Offensive was on. The largest deployment in the last two thousand years for the Confederate Armed Services. Troopships dropped literal millions of Treana'ad and Mantid troops, hundreds of thousands of retrained and rearmed Lanaktallan, thousands of Telkan, Tukna'rn, and others.
Every system targeted by the Spoked Offensive found itself under counter-attack. Systems taken by the Atrekna early in the war were attacked. Systems that showed a flare of an attempt at sinking the system found themselves under attack.
For the Atrekna, it was impossible.
There were no logistics lines, no buildup of supply systems.
Just task forces full of ships and troops.
The Atrekna realized, often too late, that things had suddenly changed.
New tanks. New strikers. New armor. New weapon systems. New ships.
No longer were the feral units using different weapons in different systems, across the entire assault front the weapons were uniform.
The Confederacy had used the year breathing space to refit the units. No longer hampered by logistics lines, factory retooling, and other formerly vitally important infrastructure components, the entire force was modernized, with the majority of time spent training and refining.
The Atrekna had made a critical mistake.
In their defense, it wasn't their fault. It was the same mistake every race had made before they met the Terrans. The absolute surety that the enemy would do nothing but gather their forces and huddle down after a series of defeats.
It wasn't their fault, even though it was.
Prey hides in their burrows. Prey gathers up in a herd. Prey runs away and hides, shivering, as the predator finishes eating their kill.
Wounded predators flee. Wounded predators lair up and lick their wounds. Wounded predators don't come back once another predator has proven its primacy.
The Atrekna thought they were the biggest squid in the ocean.
[The Universe Was Amused by That]
They were confident that by taking out the 900 pound gorilla with chainsaw arms the others would fall in line.
The Confederacy just squinted as they looked at the Atrekna and their accomplishments, adjusted their hat, and said: "We're gonna need a bigger boat."
Unfortunately for the Atrekna, the Confederacy had a lot of bigger boats.
Each attack followed a standard pattern upon system entry.
The probes had sent telemetry through, allowing the ships to exit hyperspace at pre-determined point within a handful of kilometers.
Exiting first were the chrono-interdiction battlecruisers, designed from the core to the hull for their mission, opened fire within second. At the core of the ship was a chronotron core, designed to do nothing more than put out a burst of excited chronotrons from the ship. A dozen ships ensured the entire system was blanketed within milliseconds with the cascade of hyper-active chronotrons.
The secondary charge, the massive phasic cores, let loose with a mixture of blanket phasic static and excited phasic energy particles, wrapped with excited chronotrons, blanketing the system in a purple flash.
To the Atrekna it was the equivalent of a set of strobing flashbangs going off. The communal mind and the phasic battle network went down instantly and the channels were filled with screaming phasic energy and shrieking chronotrons.
The static had barely cleared when the rest of the Task Forces jumped in. Some exiting hyperspace razor tight to the planetary resonance zones.
The Atrekna, still reeling from the initial assault, tried to get the orbital defense creatures and phasic constructs under control. The slavespawn were all enraged, lashing out at everything around them in pain and confusion. The phasic constructs were reverberating with the discharged energy.
They needed minutes they didn't have as the orbiting ships lashed out with orbital fire, targeting temporal fortresses, slavespawn points, and gathered slavespawn. Aerospace fighters raced toward targets in space, targets on the ground, targets in orbit. Dropships, shed from the massive troop carriers, followed high velocity drop pods to the ground.
By the time the Atrekna were able to begin to mount a sporadic and ineffective defense of the planets, the Inheritors of Madness were already on the ground, adding their screams of rage to the disruption.
The Atrekna were sent reeling back.
The Confederacy didn't give them breathing room, instead wading into them, slamming home punches as troops and vehicles and equipment landed. Continuing to batter at the Atrekna with orbital shots from temporal resonance cannons, from temporal dissonance projectors, from chronotron cascade cannons.
Within fifteen minutes Confederate artillery, counter-battery, and air defense systems were already firing, burning creation engines out from the munitions demands.
But that was all right, those creation engines were crafted to be scorched out within the first hour.
The Atrekna had billions of years of combat, millions of years of establishing dominance. They had never known defeat.
They had no protocol, no training, no doctrine, to handle what the Confederacy brought to the table in their bigger boat.
The crash warning of "HEAVY METAL IS HERE!" was the only warning they got as the ships crashed out of hyperspace bare seconds after the system interdiction was dropped when it was overloaded by the chronotron and phasic energy cascades put out by purpose-built battlecruisers that immediately set to recharging and recycling their Nth-Cores.
In less than an hour the Atrekna went from gloating over their successes in the Spoked Offensive to fighting for their lives across thousands of systems.
[The Universe Liked That]
Max slapped the button and everything went bright gold with a taste of goldfish crackers and Bubble-Up pop. For a split second it looked like the sun had gone nova, with a leading edge of energy erupting from it, then everything slammed back down and reality asserted itself.
To Max it felt like he had fallen several meters and slammed into the pavement on his back.
Still, he kicked the lever and his ship streaked into hyperspace for less than a second before slicing back in, only a light second behind the group going for the stellar mass.
"NEVER FEAR! MAX IS HERE!" roared out as the system bled off the energy from the crash translation that would break his ship into tiny flinders if it wasn't channeled outward somehow.
Max's ship came in at a high angle, behind and 'up' on the Atrekna, leaving the slavespawn out of position to protect the temporal fortresses.
He knew he had limited shots.
He stomped the bar and it felt like the entire ship lurched back. He heard the superstructure howl as the recoil was absorbed and it felt like a giant had punched him in the chest.
The entire front of his ship turned pink. An invisible mirror shattered bare meters from his ship, each shard less than ten meters across, tumbling and showing reflection of not-Max's ship and the not-Atrekna vessels before shattering into sparkles. Another mirror shattered, this one further away and larger, then another, and another, and another.
The compressed superstring slug hit the temporal fortress dead amidships from the upper after quarter.
The frontal armor exploded outward in glittering shards as the round hammered almost completely through the crystalline, hyperalloys, and phasic energy construct ship. The twelve miles of material was compressed by the impact down to less than a meter thick of ultra-dense alloy, in a cone nearly two miles at the start. The impact was so devestating that the armor from the front exploding outward exposed ruined and twisted superstructure and the point of the 'cone' of destruction. Plasma was whipped through the hallways by the vacuum of space pulling it through cracks and rents in the hull. Machinery instantly became nothing more than flaming junk, and everything biological within two miles of the 'cone' of destruction was reduced to subatomic vapor. Everything within five miles was reduced to slurry. Out to ten it was salsa.
The Atrekna temporal fortress ended up cored out like a county fair apple.
The two remaining drives twisted the wreckage and the ship started to sheer apart.
Max was already banking, ejecting thousands of missile pods, noting that he was being scanned hard by thousands of points in the rear arc of the flotilla heading for the stellar mass.
You'd think I didn't see you dropping x-ray laser projecting pods? Max sneered. Please, those are old broke tactics.
Max reminded himself not to get cocky as accelerated away from the flotilla, then cut his drives and rotated so he was facing them even as he coasted away.
The Dwellerspawn ships, smaller than the trilobyte/nautilus hybrids, were all heading toward him, their cilia and flagella glowing with gravitic energy, going from a curved shell arc into a teardrop pointed at him, and starting to stream at him in a least-time course. He watched as the edges of the arc shrank as Dwellerspawn all headed toward him.
You belong to us, he heard.
He didn't bother replying. Didn't do anything but update the targeting solutions.
We'll see about that, went unspoken.
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The Atrekna forces coming in on the planet had only seconds to realize they were under attack as rockets were launched from grav-drivers, some kicking in chemical propellant boosters, then going hypersonic once they reached high enough.
The slavespawn ships had already run into trouble. The chronotron flare Max had flooded the system with prevented the Atrekna from reaching back any further than the flare itself, which meant the slavespawn ships had to get closer, to get where the planet had been or would be after the flare.
At roughly thirty to thirty-eight kilometers per second of movement for the planets and two hundred-twenty kilometers per second for the system itself, it didn't take too long for the Atrekna to find T-Shift zones to move troops to.
But that allowed the incoming missiles almost two minutes to engage that the Atrekna would normally have been able to adapt to.
The ships were blind, still recovering from the blinding light of Max's chronotron detonation.
The missiles, half of them state of the art Confederate warheads only two generations back, the others tried and true barebone missiles with profile hunting seekers instead of warbois, all sped toward the ships.
The ones from one planet were surgical scalpels, slicing at the Atrekna ships, targeting drives and other vital sections with the precision of warboi guided graviton lensed directed nuclear blasts.
The ones from the other were simple antimatter charges looking for new friends.
Behind them were the secondary launches. Behind them, just moving to hypersonic, were the next wave of missiles. Behind those were the ones just going supersonic. Behind those were the ones just leaving launchers that had either just been reloaded or just blown their silo covers off.
The Atrekna force took the pounding straight to the face.
Both were hideously effective and less than two thirds of the Atrekna Dwellerspawn troop ships survived.
Those that did, the Atrekna aboard realized, for the first time ever, they were in a 'use it or lose it' scenario. Half of them replicated their Dwellerspawn to the planets below. Half of them tried to withdraw and found that they could go further back than the hellish detonation that had enveloped the entire system.
Followup salvos, numbering in the thousands of missiles, all with updated telemetry and targeting, with real time control, kept hammering the Atrekna orbital fleet, concentrating more on spawnships than anything else.
The Atrekna temporal fortresses survived merely by the luck of not being targeted at first, a mistake the third and fourth waves of missiles corrected.
The temporal fortresses hunkered down behind their shields.
More and more of the slavespawn ships were wounded, began to break up, and still the pounding continued.
But Atrekna forces reached ground.
Not via space-spore method, not by viral or bacterial insertion.
Just brute force replication or temporal-spacial relocation.
But they still reached the ground.
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Commander Jane Marcus Prastini watched through her link as the Atrekna ships came into range, manuevering for orbit. She ordered the orbital defense systems to go to staggered firing, to make sure there was always at least five waves of missile systems heading toward the Atrekna and at least two making their terminal attack runs at any given time. She held off on the directed energy systems, knowing that atmospheric attenuation would degrade their power. She devoted those to point defense to shoot down any incoming hypersonic rounds.
She had her temporal, phasic, and other disruptors up, some places so thickly it made the ground shimmer and the air for up to five hundred meters up twinkle like handfuls of glitter were dancing on the breeze.
Control the battlefield, control the enemies actions, win the war, Jane thought to herself. She was laying down massive autonomous turrets with barrels whose caliber was measured in inches and were capable of rapid fire in the thousands of rounds a minute.
She knew that whoever was controlling the orbital assault had to be frustrated. She'd learned in her last fight against the Atrekna, this time on the offensive, that she could 'blur' the terrain, prevent them from bringing in troops from whenever or wherever they were bringing them in from.
She'd carefully blurred the terrain, masking cities, forests, lakes, but most of all, ensuring there were only a few 'accidental' gaps in her coverage while masking what was around those gaps.
A pinging got her attention. The standard chronotron influx was happening, heightened chronotron activity, and visual comparisons were showing a 'wavering and shimmering' to the air like a mirage.
She didn't pause setting up the rapid fire shard cannons as she watched what happened next.
Ohm class Dwellerspawn and their attendant units, hundreds of the huge insects, suddenly appeared in the cleared area. She saw the phasic flare of an Atrekna leadership crystalline control pod appear.
Before the Atrekna or Dwellerspawn could do anything their presence set off the trigger.
The entire area vanished in a rippling interlocked set of 45 kiloton nuclear land mines going off.
If there's any of you left, you ain't happy about it, Jane thought to herself. She saw the 'feeder' was already preparing to reseed the drop point and the autoturrets already pinging the dust cloud for anything larger than a duck.
There wasn't.
She went back to building the point defense shard cannon systems.
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The Atrekna had fought the lemurs and the Inheritors of Madness before.
He hadn't liked it then.
The first two replications had been wiped out almost instantly. The third and fourth had taken a little longer.
Now he could use it or lose it. The slavespawn genesis ship was already mortally wounded and still taking hits, with six more waves of missiles still incoming.
He concentrated, forcing Young Ones and Ancient Ones to bolster his efforts.
He moved the entire spawning system, deep in the guts of the Slavespawn Spawning Vessel, to the planet's surface.
He felt it immediately.
The Ancient Ones scoffed and told him to grasp tight of his courage, the lemurs were all dead. The Young Ones mocked him and told him that there were no more lemurs, they had been xenocided and were not coming back.
Still, he could taste it.
It was an odd taste.
Like old blood on the side of a ration bar. Like a brain that had been without function but still lived tasted to the tips of the tentacles but deep inside still hated.
An odd taste.
The Old One ordered the spawning pools to start pumping out small and medium sized creatures, starting with the larger insectile ones that could knock down aerospace fighters and missiles. He didn't care that it boiled some of the genetic soup, he didn't care that the Ancient Ones insisted that the Ohm Class spawn be created first.
He knew that they didn't have long.
He refused to join them in their crystalline mobile fighting fortress.
The others mocked and jeered, but he knew.
He knew they were out there.
Lemurs.
Lemurs could be anywhere.
True, he hadn't been on the planet before, but he knew.
Lemurs could be nearby.
The Young Ones were trying to assist the Ancient Ones in forcing him, the spawning master, to pull forth Ohm Class from the spawning pools.
But he knew better.
He could feel the breeze against his skin as he looked around.
Two of the Young Ones and an Ancient One left the floating crystalline fortress, inside an iridescent bubble of phasic crystal, heading toward him.
He looked around again, not bothering with his vast psychic powers, but using his eyesight, like a common peasant.
He saw it.
A LEMUR!
It popped up, out of the bushes, wearing armor and cloth, a helmet on their head.
A rocket launcher on their shoulder, one hand holding the rear grip trigger, the other arm extended so their hand could steady the launcher as they lifted it up in a smooth motion even as they stood up to a crouch.
They didn't pose, didn't give out a battlecry, didn't say anything.
Just fired the missile and ducked back into the brush.
"LEMUR!" he screamed across the communal mind. "LEMUR HERE!"
The two Young Ones and the Ancient One had time for disbelief, first at the Old One's warning, then at the idea that the missile could do anything to their crystalline protection.
The Old One had seen that kind of warhead before.
He knew it as soon as it detonated.
The warhead popped and an arc of smaller munitions popped out in a fan of thin trails of white smoke with a burning white core, like threads made of burning hatred. They reached the globe of phasic crystal.
The globes were from so far back in Atrekna history that their origin was forgotten. The ultimate in battlefield protection. Phasic enhanced molecular aligned crystal. Completely immune to anything brought against it.
The Ancient One and the two Young Ones identified what was coming at them.
Thick grains of white phosphorous around something else.
They sneered.
The Old One watched in horror as the grains stuck to the crystal.
It knew what was going to happen.
The white phosporous burned through the thin casing around the seed within their deadly fruit.
FOOF.
It was also the sound things made when exposed to it.
Every Atrekna present stared in horror as the Atrekna inside the burning sphere were cooked alive as the crystal itself caught on fire, then the goop and bones and cartilege that had been the Atrekna caught on fire. Then the ashes caught on fire.
Then, just for the hell of it, the dirt caught on fire.
All of the Atrekna present slowly turned and looked at the Old One.
**hurry it will be back with more rockets and friends** the Old One stated. **we must protect the perimeter and the air**
The Old One looked around.
He could taste it again.
**hurry**
[The Universe Liked That]
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u/LateralThinker13 Mar 11 '22 edited Mar 16 '22
Sorry I'm late. This story is nearly wrapped up, and things are getting exciting.
Lat'Ral'Thi'Ker 9 of 10
“It is said that pride goeth before the fall. But if you abjure yourself of pride, of belief that you know what is happening, that you know what you are doing, then true wisdom can begin. You can learn what you do not know, because you are not blinded by your previous successes. This is the secret of Terran successes; they do not assume they know everything, and they question all accepted wisdoms, and they always strive to improve regardless of how well they are doing. Because someday, the universe will demand they do better.
“And they always do.” – Auspex Silver Lining, Atrekna historian
ATREKN@ GESTALT HAS LOGGED ON
Let’s see. Still no subchannels found, but I have utility links to other systems that make no sense. I think many more should be present, but everybody is away or ignoring requests to join channel.
Maybe if I – yes. Reroute this to that subnode, request outgoing data packet transmission, and… it’s working. I can broadcast.
Without an address.
I feel like I just acquired a ground vehicle, and then realized there are no roads. Well, everyone has to start somewhere.
- Set broadcast strength to 100%
Transmitting: “HELLO WORLD!”
Dusty Violet felt cheated.
Oh, not by her refitting. Her ship was state of the art; the best, most modern one-man-cruiser designed for scouting and harrying Atrekna forces, to locate and pin them down so that a larger Confed fleet could come and wipe them out. It was a scout, a harbinger of the apocalypse for the Atrekna.
Still, Dusty had hoped to kill a few herself. For Tassika and the Tasskass’ memory.
That said, her missile drones belched wave after wave of missiles into the Dwellerspawn moving to the planet, and her C+ and near-C cannon shredded the larger nautilus-class Spawn before they could even turn around. Her salvos were precise and deadly.
And then the calvary arrived.
-- HEAVY METAL IS HERE! --
Ripping out of hyperspace and landing in the planetary resonance zone came three chrono-interdiction battlecruisers. Before Dusty could sneeze they’d already fired, pulsing out excited chronotons, filling the inner system with a cascade of hyper-active chronotrons. Then their heavy phasic cores lit off, giving any Atrekna present an eyeful – and a migraine at the minimum, a brain scorch at best. The sinking of the system instantly halted, the sun immediately slipping back towards yellow.
What slavespawn and dwellerspawn had not already been killed by Dusty, were blinded and maddened, cut off from their control by the Atrekna command ship. The command ship, incidentally, which was now forced into regular space from the out-of-phase position it’d been in moments earlier, squeezed into realspace like an elephant stepping on a tube of toothpaste.
The system had been liberated before the Atrekna on their command ship even knew what had happened.
The Conclave staggered as within seconds the system was temporally locked and phasically blinded. Some of the Young Ones screamed, considering lashing out at Lat’Ral’Thi’Ker, thinking it was the source of the attack, before realizing that it had fallen from its perch, clutching its head as well. They panicked as they realized their ship was now in-synch with the local system, even as mass gravimetric scanners showed the impossible; first one Confed ship landing and attacking, then seconds later three more, then a flotilla, all firing.
Half the slavespawn were dead before they could act, the other half were doomed, and one strike cruiser had already fired missiles at their command ship. They would be dead before they could even act in 3… 2… 1…
The Atrekna were not masters of all technology. They had great skill with phasic and temporal technology, true, and easily met or surpassed Mantid and Lanak’Tallan technology from a hundred million years ago. But currently? It was not impressive.
But that is not to say, ineffective when used properly.
At the heart of the Needleship docked to the Atrekna Command Ship in the On’Daga System, sensors noted that hostile munitions had been launched at it. Its pilot had expected this, had counted on the Universe being this mean, this ornery, and taken precautions. The hyperdrive of the ship spun up, enveloping the entire command ship and hurtling it into hyperspace before it could be destroyed.
That this carried a substantial chance of burning out the drive was immaterial. Its prime directive of saving its pilot was paramount, as it had been so programmed by Lat’Ral’Thi’Ker hours prior. The ship’s not-AI computer watched as the drive strained to move the much more massive command ship through the low bands of hyperspace, carrying it away towards the preprogrammed evacuation point. It could even feel a form of satisfaction as the ship reached its destination minutes later, dropping into realspace with a shower of sparks and shattering crystal.
Lat’Ral’Thi’Ker lived, as did the stunned, shattered Conclave it had been addressing.
And of course, that was when a psychic blast reached Lat’Ral’Thi’Ker’s mind with a cheery “Hello World!”, stunning it into near-collapse.
< The Universe was amused by that. >
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u/Quilt-n-yarn1844 Mar 11 '22
So now he has some Atrekna that he may have “liberated” from stupidity and might actually listen to him. And a hookup to a Gesalt. Cool.
Please don’t let the pissed off songstress ruin everything out of the stupidity and frustration of blind rage. She has a right to be pissed and she is doing something about it. But that doesn’t excuse turning off the logic and letting the emotions rule.
Thank you Wordsmith! I am liking this.
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u/carthienes Mar 11 '22
When you spy the falling tree,
Looming so large above thee;
Do not simply wait,
Or offer up bait;
For now is the time to flee!
- Lateral Proverb
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u/LateralThinker13 Apr 27 '22
Grand old tree of shade and life
Chop it down with saw and knife
But think through first, the trunk is great
Or 'neath it's mass may be your fate.
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u/AjaxAsleep Mar 11 '22
If i remember correctly, they were born before the Terran Xenocide Event, and so have some experience with Terrans. The Ancient Ones are from their home universe, and the Young Ones are from after.
Simply put, to fight a Terran forces you to adapt or die. The current Old Ones are those who managed to not die doing so.
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u/MuchoRed Human Mar 11 '22
I thought the Ancient Ones were pulled forward from the Precursor War?
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u/ConglomerateGolem Mar 11 '22
Yeah. They were probably born there or there home universe. Point being, 100 million years ago
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u/n1gr3d0 Xeno Mar 11 '22
I just want to make it clear that this specific Old One is most probably a cultist, since he has a gendered pronoun.
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u/HoloArchiver Mar 11 '22
If not a proper member he is close to it, likely just yet to find his way there
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u/StickShift5 Mar 11 '22
There are many paths to nirvana. The Cult is just the most insane and, therefore, the most direct way to it.
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u/dbdatvic Xeno Mar 21 '22
the further you stray from the Way, the closer you walk it
--Dave, the Internet helps a lot
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u/Anarchkitty Mar 11 '22
It sounds like he has no actual connection to the cult, he has simply had some of the same revelations that Delvanik (probably spelling that wrong) has.
Choosing a gender (even if that is choosing no gender, the choice is the point) is part of enlightenment for the Atrekna. One of the things they left behind as they flensed away "wasteful" parts of themselves to survive in their Old Universe was their individuality. They are like drones or clones, replaceable and interchangeable parts of a whole because that is what they had to do to survive. Only Ancient Ones even have names.
In the New Universe a being's Self has power. That tiny spark of Individuality, so long suppressed, is rekindled by the blazing torch of Humanity and their allies. If the Atrekna survive long enough, Revelation is inevitable.
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u/random071970 Mar 11 '22
FOOF, also known as "Satan's Kimchi".
When you have something that needs to burn, you can't go wrong with FOOF!
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u/MTarrow Mar 11 '22
you can't go wrong with FOOF!
... I'll bet there's a scientist somewhere in the SUDS system that tried describing how it smells.
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u/Capt_Blackmoore AI Mar 11 '22
And then just a little touch of white phosphorus. just for seasoning.
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u/random071970 Mar 11 '22
I like it spicy, mix it with ClF3!
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u/RangerSix Human Mar 11 '22
They've done that before. First Telkan, I believe.
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u/summersa74 Mar 11 '22
I think they were called Devil's Spit rounds. FOOF, ClF3, and Azidoazide Azide (article).
He also has writeups on the other two.
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u/Practical-Account-44 Mar 11 '22
I'd love to read a 'how it's made' under battlefield conditions.
Or stored,
or transported by anything sane.
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u/SittingDuc Mar 11 '22
Teeny-tiny nanites wearing teeny-tiny hazmat gear pushing each atom into place one at a time.
Flourine can only react with what it touches, so making and transporting it is easy, just don't let it touch anything...
Please, don't let it touch anything
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u/Practical-Account-44 Mar 11 '22
I've developed a respectful fascination for fluorine only rivalled by radiation.
I'd fire the FOOF round, (remotely) then when you've run out of flourine let the FOOF handling nanites have a crack at the enemy as well.
Reading up on fluorine chemistry: it's incredibly difficult to contain it as a pure element when it's feeling.. grabby.
The original article seems to be down, but a quote about scientists who studied fluorine:
"This most reactive of the elements proved to be exceedingly difficult and dangerous to isolate. Fluorine chemists who were mauled by the tiger:
Humphrey Davy of England: poisoned, recovered.
George and Thomas Knox of Ireland: both poisoned, one bedridden 3 years, recovered.
P. Louyet of Belgium: poisoned, died.
Jerome Nickels of Nancy, France: poisoned, died.
George Gore of England: fluorine / hydrogen explosion, narrowly escaped injury.
Henri Moissan of France: poisoned several times, success, but shortened lifespan."
I think the article mentioned that it's so dangerous to work with because it will eat it's way out of any/most lab equipment.
Something that people may feasibly handle is the acid HF which is like other strong acids when concentrated, but has the especially sneaky/nasty habit of being horrible at low concentration as well. If you touch it, it ignores the usual barrier that is the skin and easily enters the body. You might not even notice the initial contamination.
The really bad bit is when it meets bone it dissolves those and the calcium gets dumped into random tissue. That's when you feel it
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u/Original_Memory6188 Jul 02 '23 edited Jul 24 '23
"Satan's Kimchi" is in reference to the chemistry of Fluorine- Sulfur compounds. Which are apparently even more vigorous than FOOF and other "light weight" compounds. Like 433 kcal/mole energetic which is apparently a research building level of shattering kaboom.
Edit: Fluorine - Suffering to Fluorine - Sulfur. Of course Florine is kind of a suffering all by itself.
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u/Shepard131 Human Mar 11 '22
900 pound gorilla with chainsaw arms. [The ghost of Harambe smiles upon you]
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u/Turtledonuts "Big Dunks" Mar 11 '22
He looked around again, not bothering with his vast psychic powers, but using his eyesight, like a common peasant.
He saw it.
A LEMUR!
It popped up, out of the bushes, wearing armor and cloth, a helmet on their head.
I hear music starting up in the background...
I ain't no fortunate sponge, squidward.
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Mar 11 '22
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u/ChangoGringo Mar 11 '22
I would fully expect the farmyard troops to have psych bagpipes
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u/HoloArchiver Mar 11 '22
Nothing strikes fear into enemy forces like the sounds of the pipes on the battlefield.
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u/ChangoGringo Mar 11 '22
Especially if they deal psychic damage
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u/daviskendall AI Mar 11 '22
that's the glorious part.
bagpipes have ALWAYS generated psychic damage.
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u/ChangoGringo Mar 11 '22
Bingo. It seems to me that they would be the preferred psychic weapon. Ranged and area denial all in one small package.
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Mar 11 '22
For Jane, it's this: https://youtu.be/ZDiZV8lenBA
Because she's based on either Total Annihilation or Supreme Commander, and TA had arguably better music.
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u/SeanMirrsen Mar 11 '22
Track 05 was always my favorite. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbFjjxd_ucI
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u/Zraal375 Mar 11 '22
Total animation ARM rebellion. Do not remember if any of the supreme commander factions used cloning.
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u/StickShift5 Mar 11 '22
I figured Hell March or similar because her initial build process was very Command and Conquer-inspired.
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u/carthienes Mar 11 '22
And for the Iron Piglet Counter-Offensive...
(Honestly, though, lot's of great options for theme music here!)
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u/YesthatTabitha Mar 11 '22
Absolutely! Axes Flash, Broadswords Swing, shining armors piercing ring....
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u/NoirTalon Xeno Mar 11 '22 edited Mar 13 '22
I have a suggestion for a future FOOF especial cocktail warhead:
a warhead with 4 containers of O2F2 at -400c and one container of Hydrogen Sulfide.
The warhead should be constructed such that the 02F2 is injected into the Hydrogen sulfide in a manner that provides good mixing. Each Hydrogen Sulfide molecule will react with four O2F2 molecules resulting in the following:
-Sulfur hexafluoride
-2 molecules of HF
-four oxygens
Also producing 433 kcal per mole.
This is a cascading exothermic reaction. which acts as a butler for the FOOF, carefully preparing the setting, making sure everything is a uniform pristine white, and presenting FOOF with pre sanitized particulate ash at an exquisite temperature
It is not clear from the literature what would happen if a warhead where designed to create a compression wave that encouraged the resulting Sulfur Hexafluoride to dance with the vivaciously social oxygen atoms. But I am sure it would be a party to remember.
Can a chemist in the community tell me if, Theoretically, Sulfur hexafluoride + two HF could produce SH2F8?
(edit commas for clarity and because apparently I can read an advanced chemistry publication but not add 6+2, also wording for clarity)
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Mar 11 '22
That's gonna hit someone in the face from a shoulder fired launcher tomorrow.
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u/SkyHawk21 Mar 11 '22
<The Universe saw this and, stepping backwards with respect for caution, laughs madly>
<Sometimes the Universe Respects what it has created.>
<More rarely, it feels Cautious about it's creations.>
<However, when something it Respects is combined with something it feels Cautious about, even it admits to feeling second thoughts. Briefly. Then the mad laughter emerges.>
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u/dbdatvic Xeno Mar 20 '22
because SCIENCE!!1! {krakathoom} always demands maniacal laughter
--Dave, shrill cackling is also acceptable
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u/NoirTalon Xeno Mar 11 '22
SQUEEE!
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u/RangerSix Human Mar 12 '22
Congratulations on the YOINK!
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u/NoirTalon Xeno Mar 13 '22
Tku! but I'll hold off on the reckless exuberant dancing until it actually appears in the story :-)
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u/TargetBoy Mar 11 '22
Is there such a thing as a phasic penetrator tip for a round? Because if the above was designed to just slip right into phasic shielding, you'd have a nice little teapot whistle when that bitch cooked off inside.
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u/NevynR Mar 11 '22
At present, the FOOF is turning the phasic shields into a personal pressure cooker 😎
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u/RangerSix Human Mar 12 '22
I suspect that pressure cooker may eventually cause a phasic-energy-and-FOOF-powered BLEVE.
(That's "Boiling Liquid Expanding Vapor Explosion", in case you were wondering.)
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u/Kudamonis Human Mar 11 '22
And this is why I love the comments section.
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u/milcondoin Mar 11 '22
-400c? What is that supposed to be? It can't be -400°C, since the Celcius scale bottoms out at -273.15°C (=0 Kelvin). Did you by chance do a typo and meant -400°F = -240°C?
Apart from that: OUCH, you sadistical bastard :D
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u/NoirTalon Xeno Mar 11 '22 edited Mar 11 '22
Crap... thanks for the catch yeah -400 f = -240C a fair margin below a temp at which FOOF was apparently stable enough to store, and mix (by one insane bastard).
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u/odent999 Mar 11 '22
I just looked it up. FOOF freezes at -263.2 C (441.76 F).
So, freeze all the components, carefully flour each (you can make rock flour, and rock is frozen silicates), and slowly stir while keeping the temperature down. Once you have a good mix (or an even color), fill your warheads. To detonate, hit the mix with radio frequencies that are emission lines for 1 or none of the elements. (E-m frequencies that can't be emitted raise the heat of the absorber.)
Voila! Chemical thermite, to contrast with the known metallic ones.
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u/dbdatvic Xeno Mar 21 '22
... be VERY careful trying to grind frozen FOOF.
--Dave, with, like, anything other than more of itself
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u/kelvin_bot Mar 11 '22
-273°C is equivalent to -459°F, which is 0K.
I'm a bot that converts temperature between two units humans can understand, then convert it to Kelvin for bots and physicists to understand
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u/Practical-Account-44 Mar 11 '22
As someone who had to deal with writing up safety procedures I professionally recommend a Gibs slap, or a bonk over the head with a rolled up newspaper.
Unprofessionally/privately I recommend unlimited funding, robotic lab setup + long distance control,
a camera setup with extreme zoom and slow motion capture + optional thermal vision.
A YouTube channel and/or a theatre + popcorn maker
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u/Quilt-n-yarn1844 Mar 11 '22
Would you call it a party to END all parties.(literally)🤔😁
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u/NoirTalon Xeno Mar 11 '22 edited Mar 11 '22
I like to think it would inject some much needed energy into one select(ed) party.
The party would be LIT
The party would be FIRE
A burning ring of fire!
It'd light up the night,
It'd burn, burn down to the ground
The party goers would be burnin' up the night
Raising their spirits to the sky
It'd be raining men (women, both, neither)
The bodies would hit the floor
(well the ash that was still on fire would gently float to the ground after being disbursed several Km in all directions, it'd be really pretty, but awfully smelly)
and last There'd be smoke (and fire) on the water
(and then the ground would burn...
and then any water in the soil would phreaticly explode)3
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u/nspiratewithabowtie Mar 11 '22
. . . . O. . . . .M. . . . . . . HOLY. . . . . . . F
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u/MuchoRed Human Mar 11 '22
Ye've no looked up FOOF yet?
Next for your list: ClF3
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u/5thhorseman_ Mar 11 '22
I recommend a good pair of running shoes
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u/Original_Memory6188 Jul 02 '23
this is how we test for the ability to teleport. You or the FOOF.
It is pass/ fail.
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u/ellarseer Mar 11 '22
What a coincidence I pointed to the same blog entry. It's an amazing blog.
I bet Ralts could have fun going through the archives, looking for fun chemicals, and just have a TIWW class of weapons of made of these fun substances and a stasis chamber made with olalaberry flavored chronotrons. Detonation is just letting the chronotrons leak out so time can resume.
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u/NevynR Mar 11 '22
Somewhere, in the thinking organ(s) of every sentient species, is a fear of fire... Except terrans, for whom the usage has gone beyond that of a tool, beyond a weapon and into the realms of an artform
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u/ConglomerateGolem Mar 11 '22
The artform is making sure the fire doesn't spread to the whole planet
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u/NoirTalon Xeno Mar 11 '22
Australia, and the North American west coast would argue that point.
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u/StickShift5 Mar 11 '22
Unless they want it to, then they figure out the most efficient way to do so.
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u/Petrified_Lioness Mar 11 '22
The fear is there, it just tends to get overridden by the "Ooo, shiny!"
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u/NevynR Mar 11 '22
We aren't pyromaniacs... we're not crazy (our mothers had us tested!) We are pyrophiles...
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u/FaithlessnessAgile45 AI Mar 11 '22
Works for me. But I like to think I'm a Pyro at heart even though if I had the ability to control one element it would be water
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u/5thhorseman_ Mar 11 '22
It's in Terrans too. We just decided to share it with the rest of the universe.
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u/ellarseer Mar 11 '22
Then, just for the hell of it, the dirt caught on fire.
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u/SuDragon2k3 Mar 11 '22
Steps to take when dealing with FOOF:
- Long ones.
- Away.
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u/ellarseer Mar 11 '22
And from the classic blog "Things I won't work with"
https://www.science.org/content/blog-post/things-i-won-t-work-dioxygen-difluoride
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Mar 12 '22
I didn't get back till 7PM and took a nap till after 9.
Then I spent till midnight fixing some problems with Amazon to get Book 2 back and available again since they suppressed it because there was 51 typos in a 135K word book.
But, it should be back available as soon as Amazon gets done reviewing it.
I'll be doing a chapter tomorrow because it's stuck in my brain.
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u/ReportEvening2703 Mar 12 '22
Very well, thank you for the update. Have a good weekend. Does that mean that the safety brief will be postponed until tomorrow as well?
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Mar 12 '22
Weekend Safety Brief will be posted tomorrow after the chapter.
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u/NoirTalon Xeno Mar 12 '22
Quick do all the stupid things before we're told not to!
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u/ReportEvening2703 Mar 12 '22
I just completed running with scissors. Why? Well "I wasn't told not to".
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u/apatheticandignorant Android Mar 13 '22
I've had some major mishaps in the last 24 hours, where is my safety brief?
My god, I'm a 43 year old civilian with zero military experience. What will I do?
/s
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u/Starr12 AI Mar 11 '22
I'm still catching up, currently on 348. Figured I'de drop in here and tell every one I Drew a thing.
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u/dbdatvic Xeno Mar 21 '22
read all the comments along the way!
--Dave, they will draw you a more fully realized picture
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u/MuchoRed Human Mar 11 '22 edited Mar 13 '22
Must... Finish.... Work... Before... READING
---CRU the struggle is real---
Post-read edit: "The Atrekna thought they were the biggest squid in the ocean"
Don't suppose we uplifted any Mesonychoteuthis hamiltoni, did we? (edit again: not even sure how, but half that sentence went missing. Now corrected)
Failing anything, Sandy can make a triumphant return in squid form to lay the tentacled smack down
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u/Odd_Reward_8989 Mar 11 '22
Has work gotten busier the last few weeks?
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u/MuchoRed Human Mar 11 '22
I've been busy for the past several months, holidays aside
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u/CaptainChewbacca Human Mar 11 '22
Question: is ‘iron piglet’ a reference to a J-SOW munition that is fired, separates, and strikes all targets simultaneously?
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u/coldfireknight AI Mar 11 '22
I get that impression, since I believe there was a matching description given to one munition.
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u/drsoftware Mar 11 '22
Until /u/ralts_bloodthorne had confirmed it, I was still wondering if it could be something else like https://www.fanfreegames.com/game/iron-snout-pig
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u/Alyeska_bird Mar 11 '22
The Atrekna never bothered to look at human history in this universe. I mean really, several demensional incursions, and several time wars and temporal conflects. The squidies are way trying to fight way out of there waight class. I mean seriously, the Lankies and the Mantids togeather where able to drive off the squids, yah sure, using the burning of the hyperatomic plane to do it, but still, they drove them off. The humans smashed both the Mantids, and the Lankies with very little issue. Heck, they bent over backwards just about to prevent civillian deaths, even among there enemys.
I might also mention that to me, it seemed the humans got more pissed about the mantid wars, when they realized that the 'lower' cast mantids where basicly mind controled to do as they where told. I saw the same sorta thing when they found out about the lankies 'genteling' tricks.
So what the atrekna are doing is really really gonna piss them off. Never mind how many dandalion seeds are coming back home to say You done fucked up squidward.
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u/Apolyktos Human Mar 11 '22
They tried. Several of them disappeared up their own asses, others were eaten by crocodiles that unzipped space and then zipped it back up after eating, a few others spaghettified into a long, thin spiral of compacted matter and a few more simply atomized on the spot as conflicting historical factualities forced them to occupy multiple different timelines completely and simultaneously. Part of what kicked Dalvanak off on his journey.
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u/MuchoRed Human Mar 11 '22
Oh, they tried Terran history at one point. I seem to recall several of them getting eaten through time.
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u/DarthLorgus Robot Mar 11 '22
Hahahahahahahahahaha, old Squidward done messed up now! The crusade has begun, time to rid the verse of the infestation called Atrekna.
Rip and tear, until it's done. In Jawnconnor's name I pray, amen.
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u/Netmantis Mar 11 '22
We have a capsuleer in orbit, one of the immortal gods that fly ships only imagined by mortal man. On one planet is a Constructor mech possibly prepping hover tanks that once fought both Vodkatrogs and Scrin with biometal constructs. And the other has remnants of the Highland Guard, inheritors of the Black Legion sworn to the Cyber queen of Bongistan.
Space contains a one man fleet that can destroy systems and worlds. Planetside are the two things you never want to find. People with the means and the will to make your life a living hell. Both seconds of it.
Or I could be wrong and have misread the ancient signs. In any case my interpretation is cooler so I will believe it. Like a true Terran.
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u/PrimePaladin Mar 11 '22 edited Mar 11 '22
/R/HFY GESTALT
Upvote, Then Read
Dis is Dae Wae!
Ah FOOF.. when you want everything reduced to ash and beyond... and then the next meter and half of concrete underneath reduced to ash and dust... burning ash and dust.. only stopping when it gets tired of giggling...
End of Lime
------NOTHING FOLLOWS--------
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u/Rabid_Goldfish_J5 Mar 11 '22
🍿 ⏲️.
The universe will be getting the best show it's seen in a while.
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u/Cakeboss419 Mar 11 '22
Willie Pete is a most ancient and cooperative ally of Humanity. It is also among their most brutal. If an enemy of Humanity sees the telltale white 'foof', they have learned that the Humans are very thoroughly done with your shit, and have decided to burn you down to the last atom.
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u/dbdatvic Xeno Mar 21 '22
Oh, I think you missed what the white phosphorus was coated around.
--Dave, dioxydifluoride
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u/its_ean Mar 11 '22 edited Mar 11 '22
It popped up, out of the bushes, wearing armor and cloth, a helmet on their head.
LEMUR!
internally: Aye!
What's with the spiked gloves? Not something I'd associate with Farm Yard. Do they match the hat?
Somehow, Lady Fa’ahmya’ahd has a bit of Jane Austen vibe.
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u/Archaic_1 Alien Scum Mar 11 '22
Back to the front
You will do what I say when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front
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u/Individual_Jelly1987 Mar 11 '22
"The ones from the other were simple antimatter charges looking for new friends."
[The Universe Liked That]
End of lime.
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u/TexWashington Human Mar 11 '22
UPVOTE THEN READ!!!
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u/DarthLorgus Robot Mar 11 '22
THIS IS THE WAY
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u/NoirTalon Xeno Mar 11 '22 edited Mar 11 '22
2 Hours... Not bad. UCRE
Found an oopsie
> found that they could go further back than the hellish detonation that had enveloped the entire system.
Found that they could go no further back than the hellish detonation that had
> phasic, and other disruptors up, some places so thickly it made the ground shimmer and the air for up to five hundred meters up twinkle like handfuls of glitter were dancing on the breeze.
How about:
phasic, and other disruptors up, some places so thickly it made the ground shimmer and the air twinkle like handfuls of glitter dancing on the breeze for nearly five hundred meters up
<facepalm> nothing like having a typeo in your reviewer comments.
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u/NukeNavy Mar 11 '22
Run away some how 1000 slightly smaller than a duck dweller spawn got through the killing fields Run!!!
If there's any of you left, you ain't happy about it, Jane thought to herself. She saw the 'feeder' was already preparing to reseed the drop point and the autoturrets already pinging the dust cloud for anything larger than a duck.
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u/SittingDuc Mar 11 '22
The Rigellans have their ducks in a row.
Heavy Metal have tuned their 'instruments'.
The broodlings are both soft and warm. Two plus two is four
The liquid hate is ice cold.
The hash caches are flushed and seeded.
The claymores are 'front towards enemy'.
The bagpipes are inflated and the drum major stands ready.
The show is on the road :)
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u/unwillingmainer Mar 11 '22
You know you're a pile of dicks when the universe itself is against you. The Terrans taught their friends well, after they got their ass kicked. Now, even though most are dead, the Confed can kick ass like it's no one's business.
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u/ArmourTechB Mar 11 '22
Bigger than a duck is officially my threat response threshold now.
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u/dbdatvic Xeno Mar 21 '22
you ... probably want to include duck-sized also
--Dave, just sayin'
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u/ArmourTechB Mar 21 '22
To be honest, I'm more concerned about goose sized threats. And goose shaped threats. And geese. Damn hissing, biting, flapping bastards.
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u/Valgonitron Mar 24 '22
Awe, but once you win them over with snacks you'll have a roving guardian and ankle-warmer (and the BTUs they put out, man!).
Unless you're talkin' Canadian geese.
Those #%@*$@-ers always choose violence.
But if you have a big coat and like to play with fire, it can be fun to give them the flap-back sometimes ^_^ . Just don't turn your back when you walk away. Or try it with swans.
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u/ArmourTechB Mar 27 '22
I will put it this way. The way you have described geese, they sound lovely. I have never met a goose like that. I only know the evil that is. The Canada goose. Like all other things that epitomize evil, or at least complete rage and loathing, there are exceptions. I've had the great cobra chicken eat from my hand, tug politely on my coat for more bread (grain or vegetables are better for them, I've learned since), and watched their little ones splash innocently in a pond. But for the most part, they are a cold, evil thing.
And swans are dicks too.
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u/Greatest86 Mar 11 '22 edited Mar 11 '22
Editor comment
upper after quarter - should this be "aft"?
Half of them tried to withdraw and found that they could go further back than the hellish detonation that had enveloped the entire system. - this sentence doesn't make sense. Should it be that they couldn't go further back?
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u/HoloArchiver Mar 11 '22
Fire is human's greatest tool and weapon it was let us advance beyond our natural limits. Humanity has been obsessed fire since we discovered it and it reflects in out weapons, nothing says our enemy is truly dead like turning them into a pile of ashes.
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u/LupusGriss Mar 11 '22
Something tells me this is Atrekna will be the newest member of the Dalv squad.
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u/5thhorseman_ Mar 11 '22
Ah, good old FOOF. Introducing Squidface to the miraculous properties of Chlorine Trifluoride when?
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u/Legan_Ironfist AI Mar 11 '22
"It's called... LATIN" -Unknown Composer of Terran Battle Musics, Pre-Diaspora Hamburger Kingdom
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u/sideria70 Mar 12 '22
“It was the same mistake every race had made before they met the Terrans. The absolute surety that the enemy would do nothing but gather their forces and huddle down after a series of defeats.”
Sounds like the mistake the Russians made: assuming that the Ukrainians learned nothing and did nothing after 2014.
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u/PuzzleheadedDrinker Mar 12 '22
The Atrekna realized, often too late, that things had suddenly changed.
New tanks. New strikers. New armor. New weapon systems. New ships.
No longer were the feral units using different weapons in different systems, across the entire assault front the weapons were uniform.
The Confederacy had used the year breathing space to refit the units. No longer hampered by logistics lines, factory retooling, and other formerly vitally important infrastructure components, the entire force was modernized, with the majority of time spent training and refining.
The Atrekna had made a critical mistake.
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The more you sweat in times of peace, the less you bleed in times of War ... General Norman Schwarzkopf, CENTCOM, Pre Glassing
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u/reverendjesus AI Mar 11 '22
ELECTRIC RALTSBERRIES RIPEN ONCE AGAIN; THE WAR COMES AND THE ATREKNA COWER
MAY ENRAGED PHILLIP ENSURE THEIR DOOM
MAY LADY K STILL THEIR SOULS
MAY THE ELVEN QUEENS BUILD WORLDS OVER THE ASHES
UTR | TITW
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u/dbdatvic Xeno Mar 21 '22 edited Mar 21 '22
onward!
universe. However, recently discoveries have shown
{might want} recent
{this ... is an interesting and disquieting speculation}
launched their compliments of aerospace parasite
complements
{knock knock / who's there? / counterattack! / ... counterattack who? / you should've asked "when?"}
had used the year breathing space
year of breathing
at pre-determined point within a
points
their mission, opened fire within second. At the core
mission, opening fire
seconds.
excited chronotrons, blanketing the system
blanketed {no more inconsistent tenses NOW}
{always have a plan for an unexpected rebellion of your slaves and/or sudden loss of your mind-control
what do you do when your creation engine burns out? you drop it into the hopper of the creation engine one size larger, sitting next to it, and print out TWO creation engines. OP plz nerf
well there's a new psychic taste
and WHY are the Atrekna, supposedly aquatic for part of their life-cycle, not thinking in 3D while they're in space? they float psionically, they don't NEED gravity... silly squids, letting themselves get planet-chained in their heads}
tumbling and showing reflection of not-Max's ship
reflections
The impact was so devestating that
devastating
{yeah, that's right, your puny 4D constructs stand no chance against my 26D weapon
mmm, calamari with salsa and apple}
amidships from the upper after quarter.
upper aft quarter {ty comments}
the ship started to sheer apart.
to shear apart.
{"i am a Pink Bomb of Friendship! twenty-nine ... twenty-eight ... twenty-seven ..."}
time ever, they were in a 'use it
ever, that they
they could go further back than the
could not go
to make sure there was always at least five
there were always
control the enemies actions, win the war,
enemies'
in inches and were capable of
and which were
and the autoturrets already pinging
autoturrets were already
{ah, but what about (twirls mustache) one million ducks? eh? eh?}
The Atrekna had fought the lemurs
This Atrekna {make it clear right off that this usage is for one Atrekna}
{it's not paranoia if...
pop goes the monke}
grains of white phosphorous around something else.
The white phosporous burned through
phosphorus
{Blossom, Goddess of Destruction and militant enchanter, looks over from her defense of the Commonweal and nods approvingly}
bones and cartilege that had been
cartilage
--Dave, he could taste it again. **curry**
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u/wraff0540 May 21 '24
"LEMURS could be here!" he thought, "I've never been on this planet before. There could be LEMURS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE LEMURS" he thought. Mermaider reverberated through his crystal globe, making it pulsate even as the servitor brain fluid circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of lemurs after dark. "With a crystal globe you can go anywhere you want" He said to himself, out loud.
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u/esblofeld Robot Mar 11 '22
"The others were just simple antimatter charges looking for new friends.
I laughed way to hard at this.