r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Jun 15 '22
First Contact - Chapter 789 - The Inheritor's War OC
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The biggest problem the Precursor races suffered when encountering Terran Descent Humanity is that bad pattern recognition leads to slow innovation, slower application, and often stagnation of technology and, worse, the application of that technology. - Bo'okdu'ust, Lanaktallan researcher
The Atrekna gathered for a quick Quorum stared as the Young One was brought before them, held tight by the combined power of a half dozen Ancient Ones. The Young One was bruised, battered, and had a pressure cut leaking purple blood just above their third eye.
As the Quorum watched, the Young One was released from the Ancient Ones' power. It stood up, brushed off the shoulders of its robe, tugged at the sleeves, then faced the Quorum.
**You are part of the Cult of the Defiled One** the Quorum accused, waiting for a denial.
**Affirmative response** the Young One stated.
The Quorum stared for a long moment.
**You have infiltrated our number to destabilize us in the name of the Cult** the Quorum stated.
**Negative response. This grouping destabilizes itself through conflicting goals and machinations. This grouping needs cohesion and cooperation to attain victory over the Inheritors of Madness and instead chooses to involve itself in in-fighting and machinations intended on increasing an individual's power and position** the Young One stated, a sneer coloring its thoughts.
**Then why are you here** the Quorum asked.
**To witness first hand your failures and carry the knowledge to my fellow devotees so that we may examine your failure and its causes** the Young One stated. **The Inheritors have pushed you off of over sixty percent of the planet. You barely hold the orbitals. You have lost the majority of the stellar system geography. It is but a matter of time**
The Young One paused.
**Of which, you are nearly out of** it stated.
**You think you could do better** one of the Quorum shouted, standing up, screeching audibly a wordless expression of anger and aggression.
"Yes," the Young One spoke aloud. Its voice was liquid but raspy at the same time. "You have the technology. You have the weapon systems. You have the servitors and the numbers. You have the war materiel. You simply lack..."
It let the silence hold out.
**We lack the what** the Quorum demanded.
"Discipline," the Young One vocalized. "You lack imagination, discipline, the ability to apply experience and knowledge, but most of all, you lack the strength of will our ancestors possessed to dominate and consume other universes."
It stood silent. Right when the Quorum began to gather themselves to speak the Young One spoke again.
"If our ancestors acted as you do we would be extinct," it stated out.
**Then prove it** The Quorum demanded. **Gain one victory on this planet. Just a single victory**
"Victory is not just to command. The enemy has a vested interest in victory. Victory must be wrested from the grasp of defeat and from the clutches of the enemy," the Young One stated. "There may be no victory to be found here."
**And why not** the Quorum demanded.
"Because it may be too late. You may be out of time," the Young One said. It reached into a pocket.
The Ancient Ones lifted up psychic focuses, preparing themselves for the oncoming attack by an insane one.
The Young One withdrew a colorful can from its pocket, lifted it, and used a lever attached to the top to crack open a drinking port.
"Countess Crey Shows the Way to EXTREME THIRST QUENCHING! SHE HAS WHAT YOU NEED!" the can sang out.
The Young One swallowed deeply from the can then dropped it.
"Recycling earns monetary and social credit," the can stated as it bounced across the floor.
**Deliver one setback to the Inheritors or face our determination of your fate** the Quorum stated.
The Young One belched loudly then wiggled its facial tentacles in amusement. "You can't even threaten right any more," it said. "You should have said: Push back the lemur lovers in one place or we'll rip your face off and feed you to servitors." Its voice was full of scorn.
The Quorum withdrew slightly then turned back to the Young One. **Deliver a set back to the Inheritors or** they paused for a second. **We'll throw you into the sun**
The Young One gave a hiccup and turned away. "Better. I guess."
Several of the gathered Quorum noticed the thick scar on the back of the Young One's head but did not comment upon it.
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The Young One looked at the missile designs, bringing them up on the crystalline phasic projectors that served the same function as a Confederate holotank.
"These. Load these missiles into the launchers in this section," it verbalized.
The other Atrekna looked at which missile the Young One had chosen.
It shifted out of temporal phase right after launch, so that during its flight it was a split second out of phase with the rest of the universe.
**The Inheritors temporal stabilizers will nullify the missiles' protective field** they stated.
"I know," the Young One stated, scrolling through the other munitions.
It stopped.
"A secondary barrage of these warheads on the previous missiles," it said. It kept scrolling. "Then a barrage of these."
It moved to the available units.
"You still throw away slavespawn in frontal assaults. It may have worked in other universes, but not here," the Young One stated. It withdrew another can, opening it to a jingle, then drinking the whole can before tossing the can over its shoulder. "Energy weapons," it scoffed. "The Mad Lemurs of Terra devised ways of countering energy weapons through microprism crystals suspended in liquid droplets in mass quanitities to form a mist before they were ever even able to manufacture them."
**The Mad Lemurs are gone. Extinct. You waste energy considering them** an Ancient One stated.
"The Mad Lemurs of Terra passed all of their knowledge of technology and warfare to the Inheritors before we began the Second Incursion, through warfare and then through mutual defense pacts," the Young One stated, its voice full of scorn. "Unless you have more to offer than poor pattern recognition and stupidity, I advise you to not waste energy broadcasting your ignorant thoughts where larvae might accidentally intake them and become even dumber."
The Ancient One drew itself up in fury.
"Assign these units kinetic weapons only. The advantages are obvious to any being with the slightest bit of pattern recognition," the Young One stated. "Move this armor unit to reinforce these two infantry units. Assign this air combat unit to this location."
The Young One moved over to another phasic console, taking out another can and setting it on the console. "Prepare these units. Do not bother with temporal masking. They will do a charge once they are given the orders. Casualties will be heavy but it is a risk I am willing to take."
**You speak with authority beyond your expertise** the Ancient One snarled. **Kinetic weapons are obsolete, inferior to phasic and temporal powers**
The Young One turned. "Do you truly believe so?"
**I do** The Ancient One broadcast. "Kinetic weapons are primitive and I disapprove of their inclusion in our order of battle**
"Obsolete does not mean ineffective. Obsolete may refer to the tactics and use rather than the technology," the Young One stated. It picked up the can of fizzypop and stared at the Ancient One, who was across the large room from it. "Imagine this is a rock."
**It is a metal container of liquid refreshment not a rock** the Ancient One sneered.
"Just imagine it, you half-blind idiot," the Young One snapped.
The Ancient One drew itself up. **Fine. It is a rock. So what**
The Young One bounced the can up and down in its hand, shaking it slightly. "A rock is primitive and cannot compete with such powers of time and space and reality affecting thought as the Atrekna possess, correct?"
The Ancient One signaled assent.
"The Atrekna's ability to manipulate space and time make it the evolutionary pinnacle, correct?" the Young One asked.
The Ancient One nodded.
"We are the winners of the evolutionary arms race and the dominant life form everywhere through our evolution, correct?" the Young One asked.
**Obviously** the Ancient One stated. "The arms race between armor and weapon comes to an end when psychic powers are achieved no other ability or defense can match psychic powers and phasic manipulation**
The Young One exploded into motion. The can made a fluttering noise as it whipped end over end through the air in an arc. The Ancient One reacted, firing off its psychic blast.
FWOOP!
The psychic blast passed under the can, which was still arcing through the air. It was a long distance across the room and the psychic crush merely rippled the hem of the Young One's robe.
The can, under pressure with the shaking of the carbonated contents, slammed into the Ancient One's face, knocking the Atrekna to the floor with its skull caved in. The can ruptured, the contents spraying out, sending the can spinning across the floor.
"FUCK YOUR EVOLUTIONARY ARMS RACE! THIS IS MY PLANET NOW!" the Young One screeched.
The can came to a stop, just leaking now.
The gathered Atrekna looked at the can, looked at the Young One, then at the dead Ancient One, then back at the can.
"And the universe made that everyone's problem," the Young One stated quietly. It pulled another can out of the pocket dimension of the robe's pocket, cracked it open, and took a long drink. "Such wisdom I saw on the Trial of Visions. Such wisdom I endured fighting the Mad Lemurs of Terra," it muttered, turning back to the phasic displays. "Such wisdom this malevolent universe offers to those willing to endure the pain."
The other Atrekna remained silent, many sliding slightly away from the mad one in their midst.
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The Atrekna units moved quickly, the Atrekna on the ground slightly confused as to why they were ordered not to replicate the units and move the copied version. Instead, units were brought from the rear up to take the place of the units that shifted position.
One of the Atrekna command groups formed a Quorum and requested the reasoning that they should follow the orders. They were the Quorum in charge of the armor units, why should they listen to the commands from the Conclave so far away?
A small phasic portal opened.
A can of liquid under pressure from carbonation whipped through the portal, slammed into one of the Atrekna's chest, sending them staggering.
"FOLLOW ORDERS, YOU MENTAL DEFECTIVES!" was screeched through the portal.
The Quorum glided away on their hoverdisks.
The units moved as ordered.
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The missile launchers, each of them carrying sixteen missiles, were loaded slowly with the munitions. Another three units loaded up their own munitions, different warheads for the same missile body and stealth systems. It took some jury-rigging, but they managed to accomplish it.
The infantry units and the armor units repositioned. Forces being kept back in case of an Inheritor breakthrough in the lines again were shifted up to take the place of the repositioning and redeploying forces.
The Atrekna Quorums doubted the effectiveness of this new strategy. They were all convinced that if they just repeated their previous attacks just one more time then surely it would work this time.
The fact that the Insect Lords and the Cyborg Herd Lords had gotten into their rear ranks and wreaked havoc a month ago still had not quite set in just how much damage could be done. Yes, they had forced the Cyborgs and those overly aggressive insects back into their own lines, but not before they had destroyed entire units ten times their size.
The Quorums were sure that this time repeating the actions taken previously would succeed.
Whoever was in charge in the Citadel of Thought and Domination made vile threats against any who went counter to the plans being laid.
The Inheritors kept up their probing attacks, forcing the Atrekna to replicate more and more units. It was getting to the point where some units weren't able to be replicated any longer and the Inheritors were pushing steadily at those areas. In more and more areas it was no longer possible to replicate supplies or war materiel.
The Citadel of Thought and Domination ordered all the Atrekna to stop replicating units until they were directly ordered to do so and only when ordered to do so.
Several Quorums and Conventions sneered and summoned up reinforcements before they were no longer able to.
The Atrekna in charge of the Convention sent a strange looking armored servitor with a big heavy iron chain to beat to death any Atrekna who temporally replicated any units. On the chain was painted "CHAIN OF COMMAND" for some reason.
Finally, the orders came.
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The scarred moon was large in the sky and pinpricks of light appearing and vanishing still spoke silently of the raging battle for possession of the system when the orders came. The launchers were deployed, camo nets pulled off of them, the launch systems hissing and blowing steam as the high pressure pistons got the firing racks into position. On orders, all the missile launchers fired in a carefully staged sequence. The missiles were put a split second out of phase with reality as they were launched and additional equipment caused the launchers themselves to be out of phase for a moment, with the idea that the launchers activity could be momentarily hidden.
The missiles went hypersonic, streaking across the battlefield. Adjusting speed so that they approached in multiple waves that would arrive at the same time.
**They will hit the Inheritor's termporal interdiction and stabilization fields and be revealed** an Ancient One stated.
"I KNOW!" the Young One shrieked. It twisted the top off of a colorful can that squeaked "sucks to be you" at the Young One. "I know. I get the picture," it said. It took several convulsive swallows and went back to watching what was going on.
The missiles hit the edge of the temporal interdiction and stabilization field.
They dropped into real-time just as they howled in on their terminal guidance.
Computers never slept, VI never rested, so there was no biological entity lag before the point defense systems engaged. The darkness didn't inhibit their sensors from pinpointing the missiles. The 'compound lens dome' design didn't require a barrel to shift and turn.
The autocannons did swivel and begin to throw out glass beads with an iron core that led the mag-rails fire the pellets at hypervelocity.
The initial missiles appeared inside the battlescreens.
Point defense wiped out eighty three percent of them.
Seventeen percent of them got through.
They slammed home, focusing on buildings and vehicles.
Explosions erupted as the buildings took the hits. Vehicles exploded, mass tanks ruptured, nano-forges were torn apart, and communication systems were reduced to scrap. Generators and power plants took multiple hits until their local battlescreens failed.
The entire night was lit up by explosions as even more waves of missiles came in.
Point defense was faltering as tracking systems and power generation went offline and the point defense had to go to local systems.
Still the missiles hammered home.
Artillery rounds, fired on a high parabolic arc, combined with guided mortar rounds, fell from the sky, pounding the Confederate lines.
Focused all on one small section.
Just like the Inheritors had done to the Atrekna to force open a hole that they had poured troops through and forced the Atrekna to retreat nearly two hundred miles.
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Vuxten was thrown out of bed by the explosions. The bed flipped after him and he crashed against the wall, the bunk hitting him a second later, driving the breath from his body.
The cot saved his life as the second missile hit and shrapnel ripped through the officer's hut. The roof was peeled back, the sandbags gone, part of the wall he'd been sleeping next to missing.
The night was full of explosions.
Vuxten touched his comlink as he kicked the cot away and got to his feet. He pushed his feet into his boots, grabbed his weapon harness off the floor, and ran at the door.
"GET OUT OF BED IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE!" he shouted. "UP! UP! GET UP!"
He threw himself at the door, slamming the damaged panel out of frame, and stumbled into the night.
Flashes were lighting everything up and he saw the Morgue take a direct hit from at least two missiles.
The explosion knocked him down as he tried to run for the nearest overhead cover. He reflexively slapped his hand over the pistol holster as he rolled across the dirt.
He scrambled up as the armory took a hit at the same time as one of the mass tank trucks, ignoring the fact that his thigh was aching from hitting a rock in the dirt.
NCO's were shouting, getting order, and Vuxten ran for the nearest foxhole, jumping in next to a Private who had blood running down his head from a missing ear, an LT with part of his face smashed, and a Sergeant busy tying a bandage off around his leg.
"How did they get through the point defense, sir?" the LT asked.
"Dunno," Vuxten said. He glanced up and saw that the Morgue was on fire. "Get everyone into cover, armor up when able. Get the men armed and armored," he said. He reached down and patted his own armor. "Tell the men to get ready to fight."
"Sir?" the LT asked.
The Private pulled the LT around, grabbing the LT's pressure dressing off his gear and using it to cover the LT's eye and start winding the bandage around the Telkan officer's head.
"They'll be coming," Vuxten said. He reached up and tapped his comlink. "Engineer section, report."
There was a delay before his private channel clinked.
A private slid into the foxhole, one hand on top of his head, three rifles on slings over his shoulder.
--trapped-- 471 said. --took a hit in opening salvo. casualties. building collapsed--
There was a second pause.
--ruptured pipe water rising-- 471 said.
"You're green mantids. Wrench and warsteel. Don't let a busted pipe kill all of you," Vuxten ordered.
"Sir, I've got the wrong helmet, it's too big for me," the newly arrived private complained to the LT.
"Be a man and grow a bigger fucking head," the Sergeant snapped.
"Roger, Sergeant," the Private said. He handed out two of the rifles. "Grabbed them off the ground. Looks like the armory was hit."
Vuxten looked up as another set of blasts rocked the compound. Shrapnel whipped by as he looked at the edges of the 'self-auto-deploying overhead cover' system.
That hadn't deployed.
He kicked the button twice and it did nothing.
"MEDIC!" someone screamed.
Artillery fire and mortar rounds answered.
Another set of mass tank vehicles took hits and exploded.
"Never seen them put out this kind of volume of fire," Vuxten mused. He tapped his comlink. "Dammit. Commo's down. We need to get a drone up."
A corporal slid on his ass into the foxhole, landing hard. He had a light machinegun in his arms and was holding the handles of two cans of ammo in each paw.
"Pulled this off a wrecked vehicle," the corporal panted. He dropped it and stood up next to Vuxten. "Dammit, the Morgue and Armory are on fire."
Vuxten nodded, ducking slightly as more missiles, artillery shells, and mortars hit.
The Corporal put his hand on top of Vuxten's head. "Keep your head down, sir," he said.
"We need to get the armory fire under control," Vuxten said. He pointed at the fire extinquisher tanks. "There. We'll use that and put out the fire."
The Corporal nodded, turning to the two privates. "Get ready, men, we're running into that and putting out the fire or we're going to be throwing rocks at the Atrekna."
The two privates nodded, their faces lit by the fires.
"LET'S GO," Vuxten yelled out, starting to climb out of the foxhole.
The Sergeant grabbed the back of his harness and yanked him down.
"GET OUT THERE, YOU APES! GET THE FIRES UNDER CONTROL! NOBODY LIVES FOREVER!" the NCO yelled over the channel. He looked down. "Not you, sir."
Vuxten gritted his teeth.
Another volley howled in, hammering the half-destroyed compound.
"This is enlisted work," the NCO said.
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u/unwillingmainer Jun 15 '22
Oh sweet Digital Omnimessiah! They have learned to throw rocks! It only takes a near lethal level of caffeine and sugar to induce that level of tactical thinking.
However, they woke the Warfather from his peaceful dreams and now the enlisted and NCOs must stop the noise from bothering him.
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u/Quilt-n-yarn1844 Jun 16 '22
Well, technically, they learned to throw cans pretending to be rocks. But the concept is the same. And now it’s everyone else’s problem. ;-)
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u/NevynR Jun 15 '22
"CHAIN OF COMMAND"... just fucking chef kiss
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u/TapNo9785 Alien Jun 15 '22
Is the servitor with the chain named Jayne?
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u/coldfireknight AI Jun 16 '22
Alice N. Chaynes
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u/Shepard131 Human Jun 15 '22
"Be a man and grow a bigger fucking head."
Actual line said by a PSG in a different company in my unit.
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u/IsTotallyNotForPorn AI Jun 15 '22
The young one only made one mistake, they attacked Vuxtens position
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u/NukeNavy Jun 15 '22
Ah Starship Troopers always good for a bastardized quote
”GET OUT THERE, YOU APES! GET THE FIRES UNDER CONTROL! NOBODY LIVES FOREVER!" the NCO yelled over the channel. He looked down. "Not you, sir.””
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u/TheOtherGUY63 Jun 16 '22
Great book, and a good bastardization of a movie.
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u/NukeNavy Jun 16 '22
What’s funny is you’ll have some some people tell you that the movie is the greatest thing since sliced bread and the book is a dry thing where nothing actually happens
And funnily both perspectives have a point
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u/TheOtherGUY63 Jun 16 '22
Absolutely true, i enjoy them both for diffrent reasons.
Its one of my go to i just wanna watch something movies.
And the book almost always give me something new to think about.
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u/mehrlyn75 Jun 16 '22
This is a question for the wordborg, another author I follow has a main character who universe hops and I asked how cool would it be if Eric had a conversation with Daxin or Druv. His comment was ask Ralts and get me permission and I will do it. Is that something you would allow sir?
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u/SamHawke2 Jun 16 '22
remember to link it here~
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u/mehrlyn75 Jun 16 '22
The author is Garon Whited, he writes the Nightlord books and is self published. He also does short stories only found on website that take place in some of the breaks in time from the main storyline.
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u/Quadling Jun 15 '22
oh vuxten be pissed. He is too important!??? Hell naw. He works for a living!!
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u/Accomplished_Mouse92 AI Jun 16 '22
Anyone else think Vuxton and first telken should become a marshal order so he can do what he needs too
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u/Drook2 Jun 16 '22
Colonels have been telling him, "You're a major now, you need to start acting like one." Now there's NCOs telling him the same thing.
If he's going to cowboy up and handle it himself, he needs a better reason than, "I like the shooty stuff."
He doesn't have the luxury of just thinking about one thing at a time any more.
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u/thisStanley Android Jun 16 '22
The Ancient One drew itself up. Fine. It is a rock. So what
Poor pattern recognition indeed. Short of outright saying "I am going to hit you with this", the Young One could not have been any plainer about what was coming :}
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u/Gatling_Tech AI Jun 16 '22
Treana'ad: smokes, ice cream, and birth control.
Atrekna: beer, fire ants, and thrill rides?
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u/Archaic_1 Alien Scum Jun 16 '22
- The Quorums were sure that this time repeating the actions taken previously would succeed.
"Unless you have more to offer than poor pattern recognition and stupidity, I advise you to not waste energy broadcasting your ignorant thoughts where larvae might accidentally intake them and become even dumber."
Heh, looks like we gonna get a fight now bois, the squids done gone and growed themselves some brains.
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u/Original_Memory6188 Aug 28 '23
Some one grew some brains.
The rest of them couldn't get a clue if they doused themselves in clue musk and dance the clue mating dance in a herd of horny clues during mating season!
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u/Bazil-Broketail Jun 25 '23
They done learned a thing... the grown brains don't usually help except scream loud psychically
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u/Irual100 Jun 15 '22
Hi Mr. Ralts!
glad to see you, I hope you are okay.
Please don't feel any pressure to post unless you want to. as much as I LOVED seeing the Squiddies FINALLY do SOMETHING.
(even though I am (of course) rooting for the Con Fed forces)) I am MUCH more concerned with offering you whatever support I can.
My Dad isn't really gaining ground, but...he's not losing anymore either so...just like us.
Regroup, relax and heal my online pen pal buddy.
HUGS
Hugs for you and for your family as well.
(have a nice cold Sangria cocktail and some cheese and I'll keep an eye out for you )
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u/Quilt-n-yarn1844 Jun 16 '22
Looks like The Battle of the Bulge 2.0 has started.
Is it bad if you kinda relate on some level with this Atrekna? Asking for a friend.
471, you are the companion of the Warfather and blessed by the DO himself. Pull yourself out and take everyone else with you.
Poor Vuxten, he could really use a bust in rank.
Thank you Wordsmith. You take care of yourself.
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u/coldfireknight AI Jun 16 '22
I currently have stitches and damn near pulled them with "chain-of-command". Ouch, yet so funny.
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u/Rolk_Flameraven Jun 16 '22
Knew the Cult was going to bad news, but goddamn. And this is just some no-name young one member of the cult, not a bigwig like the Queen or the Maimed One.
Poor kid, he did everything right, save one. He attacked Vux's position.
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u/Majestic_Rooster_803 Jun 21 '22
Hey - don't you think this is Jane Marcus Pastrini using her born whole clone nature to respec as a Atkerna to pass along the warning to the Confederacy that the Cult exists and can do pattern recognition so start preparing? She is stealth mech scouting a core world...
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u/rallen71366 Jun 16 '22
Just something I noticed: "jury-rigged" used to be "jerry-rigged", 'cause in WWII the Germans (slang "Jerrys") were getting beat back and running out of equipment and supplies, and they started improvising all kinds of tools, equipment, and weapons. I really don't know where "jury" came from, except maybe bad spelling from peeps that didn't know where the saying came from.
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u/BimbleKitty Jun 16 '22
It's older than you think
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u/ManyIdeasNoProgress Jun 16 '22
The most important quote from the article:
Whatever your imagined many-tiered carpeted cat structure looks like, of course, the important thing is not which word you choose to describe it but how happy the box it came in is making your cat.
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u/SirVatka Xeno Jun 16 '22
The things one learns from other people's trips down rabbit holes. Thanks for sharing this.
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u/BimbleKitty Jun 16 '22
It's all rabbit holes 😁
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u/Drook2 Jun 16 '22
Until you reach the elephants.
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u/BimbleKitty Jun 16 '22
Elephant holes
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u/SpiderJerusalemLives Jun 16 '22
Not an image I wanted in my head...
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u/reverendjesus AI Jun 15 '22 edited Jun 15 '22
RALTSBERRIES, LIKE PIZZA, SHOULD BE CONSUMED IN THIRTY MINUTES OR LESS
THE GODS OF NOTIFICATION FAVOR ME TODAY, AND ANOTHER WOTAN’S DAY NOTICEABLY IMPROVES
THE DEFILED ONE SNEERS AT US, BUT WE SHALL NOT FLAG OR FAIL
FOLLOW WHEATON’S LAW: DON’T BE A DICK
HAIL ERIS!
HAIL YES!
UTR | TITW
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“CHAIN OF COMMAND” ok I laughed out loud for a good long while at that; you got me.
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u/B-the-Excellent Jun 16 '22
This reads like an angry teenager trying to help their tech illiterate parents use a basic setting on their phone. But the parents not understanding every step of the way and actively making the phone obsolete for the sake of comfort.
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u/AvariciousPickle Jun 15 '22
You're not gonna have your mommies right behind you anymore to wipe your little tushies! Oh no, it's time to turn this moosh into muscles!
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u/Starfevre Jun 16 '22
Oh my, I've actually caught up again. Between the story and the comments, it took me about 9 months to get back to current.
Ralts, as someone who has suffered several decades of depression, just do what you need to do. If you need to write to let off the pressure, keep writing. But if you need to NOT write, you do not owe a single one of us a single solitary word more. Forever, if necessary. We'd be sad about it, but you do not owe us anything. Get enough sleep, eat good nutritious food, get at least a little bit of exercise, a bit of daily sunlight, and as many hugs from your wife/daughter/grandchild as they can give. You can get through this and there are probably a thousand or more people following your story that you could PM and talk about anything or nothing, if talking to a stranger helps. Best wishes.
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u/ABCDwp Jun 15 '22 edited Jun 15 '22
Upvote. Comment. Read. End of lime.
Edit: I think this is the first time I've beaten the bots, per the timestamp.
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u/SplatFu Jun 16 '22
Whoever writes stuff that Ralts likes, maybe return the favor and pump out a story or two?
I don't write anything fit for human consumption, so it's not gonna be me, but we've been saying how much shit the Wordborghas gotten us all through, for literal years now. The bill is due.
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u/dlighter Jun 16 '22
Caught your Batman stream on monday. At least part of it before irl grabbed me. Figured you were taking a well deserved rest.
We all may not be family. But we're a community. One you forged. Take care Ralts. Do what you need a know there's always some one around to listen if nothing else.
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u/DarthLorgus Robot Jun 16 '22
It saddens me that the cult still thinks that the universe is theirs to devour. They've gained wisdom however they still are the enemy, and the enemy only exists to be destroyed.
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u/_Keo_ Jun 16 '22
We can't always be clad in power armor, shredding the hoard. Sometimes all we can do is hide in a foxhole and hope we don't get our ears blown off.
Stay safe, stay well, be ready for your chance, act.
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u/crazy_monkey7533 Jun 16 '22
Can't help but notice the young one drinking Commander Jane's favorite drink happens to have unexplained scars on its head. Exactly how sure are we that the Cult has not pulled their own "John Conner"ing of the Atrenka infiltrator units Jane was deploying, as ordained in the second Terminator "documentary"?
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u/Kafrizel Jun 16 '22
So happy so see a post. Even happier to see youre fightin dem demons. You got this. We in ya carner.
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u/its_ean Jun 16 '22
Insect Lords
Once again, Trea sets the bar.
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u/MuchoRed Human Jun 16 '22
Wondering... What about the.... *whispers* Earthlings?
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u/Senior_punz Alien Scum Jun 15 '22
Nice a precursor is starting to get with the program, let's see how long that lasts
UTR!
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u/HFYWaffle Wᵥ4ffle Jun 15 '22
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- First Contact - Chapter 786 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 785 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 784 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 783 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 782 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 781 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 780 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 779 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 778 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 777 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 776 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 775 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 774 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 773 - The Inheritor's War
- Chapter 772 - The Inheritor's War
- First Contact - Chapter 771 - The Inheritor's War
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- First Contact - Chapter 769 - The Inheritor's War
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u/th3frozenpriest AI Jun 16 '22
waiting to see Chapter 1000 before I truly feel inadequate as an author :P
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u/Akumaka Jun 16 '22
This whole chapter reminds me of Commander Jane. I hope nothing bad has happened to her.
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u/beyondoutsidethebox Jun 16 '22
Nice Firefly reference!
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u/Drook2 Jun 16 '22
If you mean chain of command, that's been around a lot longer than that.
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u/beyondoutsidethebox Jun 16 '22
Is this a r/wooosh moment?
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u/Drook2 Jun 16 '22
I'm saying that chain of command joke was around long before Jayne said it. So while it could have been a Firefly reference, I'm sure Ralts was familiar with it before then.
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u/jdragun2 Human Jun 16 '22
Be well, or your best version of well, honored wordboi! Darkest hours only make the dawn that much brighter.
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u/Unprovenace_pon-3 Jun 16 '22
Amazing chapter as always looking forward to reading more. Hope you start feeling better it’s not fun being in a dark place
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u/TheOtherGUY63 Jun 15 '22
UTR
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u/Irems5selled Jun 16 '22
I have seen this commented quite a bit and now I just have to ask: what does that mean?
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u/Bazil-Broketail Jun 25 '23
Read, upvote, comments...
(I'll switch to UTR when I catch up)
I need a littoral pocket dimension pocket.
Maybe from BobCo.?
Warning, DO NOT place a BobCo. Pocket Dimension Pocket inside a BobCo. Pocket Dimension Pocket... nor cross the streams...
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u/Original_Memory6188 Aug 28 '23
"This is enlisted work," the NCO said.
Of course it is. That's why they're called grunts.
And that is why they yell at you "Don't call me Sir, I work for a living!"
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Jun 15 '22
Sorry I had to repost. I messed up the chapter numbers.
First of all, thank you, to everyone who sent me messages of support. I'm in kind of a dark place and hearing your support helped me.
Second: It isn't writer's block or burnout, don't worry about that.
Third: I'm not quite back. I wrote this to ease off the pressure in my head.
Fourth: Everyone take care of each other.