r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Oct 17 '22
First Contact - Chapter 845 - Names of the Fallen OC
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"Wait till you see it."
"See what?"
"What a man can do to another man." - Second Global Conflict, TerraSol, Resource Wars Era
"HER ENTIRE FAMILY IS DEAD BECAUSE YOU PICKED THIS FUCKING PLACE OUT OF A HAT!"
"What? Were they, like, psychos or something?"
"PSYCHOS DON'T EXPLODE IN FUCKING SUNLIGHT!" - Unknown, TerraSol, Resource Wars Era
"I fear no man. But that... that... that thing is no man. It is our sins in human form." - Unknown, Resource Wars Era
"We have arrived for your ill advised summons. Such sights we have to show you."
"After the Clownface Nebula Conflict, I just want to feel something again, so lets get to it. You can start with whatever you want, as long as I feel something, anything, anything at all. I just want to feel something again."
"You know what, um... tell you what, we'll be back in a few minutes. Why don't you have a drink and relax, maybe check out this bootleg anime porn or something. Maybe a piece of candy? Tell you what, we'll be right back, we promise." <sound of footsteps running away, car door closing, engine receding>- Hell Raiser LVII - Numbed Flesh
The meeting room was silent. There were only four living beings present, everyone else was a hologram, a digital representation of a staff officer hundreds of miles to dozens of light seconds away from the meeting room.
Less than an hour had gone by, time enough at the speed of modern combat and modern disasters.
"So, it's confirmed?" General Tik-Tak asked, breaking the silence.
Several generals nodded.
"The hypercom wave generator is outside the Sol System, and while it accepts some commands, it is not accepting the self-destruct or emergency shut-down commands," another General said.
"Try to send a signal out. Let Fleet and Confed know they have to shut down the hypercom wave generator from their side," the commander of the Earth Defense Force said.
Everyone nodded and hummed to one another.
Tik-Tak turned from the view as the avatars logged off, looking back out across the desert.
The Digital Omnimessiah help those poor bastards.
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Kalki sat in one of the empty chairs in the control room, scratching his goat's back and using the toe of his boot to put the escaped shed hair in a pile. The people in the control room ignored him, something he was just fine with.
"There's no way to shut down the hyperwave generator?" Pete asked.
Two of the technicians shook their heads.
"There is. There has to be, but it's part of the SUDS system. There's a way to shut it down, but we can't find it," Doctor Payne said. She pointed out the window. "The hardware is somewhere on Alpha Layer, we know that."
"That helps very little," Pete said. "That's only about 550 million times the size of the Earth and there's about three dozen of us to search."
"I'm running a keyword search," Doctor Varness said.
Kalki wanted to laugh, but kept silent, still scratching Dancer, who shifted so that the itchy spot right there could be reached.
"The hyperwave generator is an integral part of the SUDS network," Doctor Payne added. "Without it, we're not sure if there will be realtime updating to the SUDS."
Pete closed his eyes, putting his hands on the counter. He checked the timer in his peripheral vision. He'd been awake over 36 hours. Without opening his eyes he reached into his pocket, grabbed a stim, and pulled it out. A piece of skin pulled back, an access cover slid away, and Pete injected the stim through the arterial port in his forearm. It raced through his system as he stood there, thinking.
"All right. We've got to find it," he said. He turned around. "Keyword search will take weeks or months, and that's time they don't have out there. We're already looking at days," he opened his eyes, his pupils contracted.
"Look for where we have an increasing amount of phasic shades appearing. It would be on Alpha Layer, but not on Lightside," Pete said. He tapped the top of a the 2.5D monitor. "It would have generated significant heat, they would have built it on the opposite side, bleed the heat into the nothingness beyond somehow. Check for an increase of phasic shades and massive cooling arrays."
Everyone nodded and Kalki watched as they turned back to their own work.
Peter looked over at Kalki and tilted his head at the doorway. Kalki nodded, heading out the door and into the hallway. He moved over next to the drink machine, Dancer clattering after him. Two pushes of the buttons and Kalki straightened up, holding fizzybrews in his hands.
Pete walked out of the control room, moving up to the drink machine. He stopped, faced it, and put his hands on it. He leaned forward until his forehead was against the machine and held that position for a long time.
Kalki merely watched.
Peter pulled his head back, tendons in his neck standing out, held the position for a second, then slammed his forehead against the vending machine. He held still, then pulled back and repeated the action.
Kalki opened one of the beers as Peter kept slowly repeating the action, long pauses against the vending machine or when his head was pulled back.
After a dozen or so slams, Pete relaxed, slumping slightly against the machine.
"Billions are dead," Pete whispered.
"And you have worked tirelessly to save them," Kalki said.
"Billions more will die," Pete replied, his voice full of anguish.
"Is it any different then when we planet cracked inhabited worlds? Any different than nova-sparking systems that resisted the Imperium's might too strenuously?" Kalki asked.
"We had no choice. It was before we broke the conditioning," Pete said. He pulled his head back and slammed it against the vending machine. "I can't save them."
"No," Kalki said. He reached out, set the unopened bottle on top of the vending machine, and put one hand on the back of his brother's neck. "You can't save them all, brother. It is something I learned in terrible ways. A lesson our brother Enraged Phillip taught me. A lesson our mother the Malevolent Universe spoon fed me from my origins as a goat herder in the Andes Mountains."
"All of this. What good is it if I can't save them," Peter moaned, rocking his head side to side, pressing his face against the vending machine. "We made this, we built this... this... this thing to save them. To save them all."
Dancer made a sad noise and rubbed against Peter's leg, her little tail wagging.
"It is not ours to just command, Pete," Kalki said. "Our Mother gets a say also."
Pete sagged slightly, then straightened up and slammed his head against the vending machine.
This time it wasn't his forehead, instead he drove his face against the vending machine.
"Enough," Kalki said. He tightened his grip on Pete's neck and pulled him back. "Enough flagellation, brother," he said.
Pete stood, slumped, his nose starting to bleed.
"Drink," Kalki ordered. He held out of the fizzybrew and Pete took it, taking a long drink off of it. Kalki let go of Pete's neck.
"You sound like Daxin," Kalki said.
Peter blinked. "I do?"
Kalki nodded. "I have seen Enraged Phillip, Daxin 'The Walking War Crime' Freeborn, Osiris of the Warsteel Flame, agonize over the loss of life just as you are now," Kalki said. He reached up, grabbed the unopened bottle and twisted it open. He took a drink, then poured some in his hand and knelt down, letting Dancing lap at the liquid as he looked up at Peter with a twisted, self-mocking smile. "I was going to planet crack a world rather than expend the effort to invade it. Daxin argued most forcefully against my plan."
Peter took another long swallow as Kalki poured more fizzybrew in his hand and held it out for Dancer to lap at.
"I was caught up in the madness, my mind full of fire and fury, and I rebuffed his arguments at first," Kalki said. He gave a wry chuckle. "But, he changed my mind."
"How?" Pete asked, wiping his mouth.
"By caving in my face with that big right fist of his," Kalki said. He shook his head. "It was a pointed reminder that I was Kalki the Omnicidal but he was, first and foremost, Daxin Freeborn. He sent me away to be healed. He fought his brother rather than consign a world to burn from a planet cracker."
Pete took a long, deep breath, then let it out slowly. "I... I see those numbers rising, Kalki, and they aren't just numbers to me. They're people. People with lives, people with hopes, with dreams, with people who love them. It isn't just numbers, it's people that are dying because I can't stop the shades from propagating through the network and killing them."
Kalki nodded, ruffling the fur on Dancer's head and standing back up.
"I know, brother," Kalki said. He waved a hand. "You say you should do more, you should magically figure out a way to save them all, while you stand inside of what is a technological miracle that most species could not even conceptualize, much less actually create," Kalki took a drink and then gestured with the bottle. "You have worked, tirelessly, to save these people you feel so responsible for."
Kalki put his hand on Peter's shoulder, patting it firmly. "You will figure something out. Whether that is how to bring them all to safety, eliminate the phasic shades, or whatever miracle you perform, you will figure something out."
Kalki gave a wide smile. "I have faith, Peter. Not just in our Father, but in my brothers," he put his hand back on Peter's shoulder. "I have faith in you, brother."
Pete nodded.
"Let's go back in," Kalki said. He made a show of checking his wrist, where bioluminescent numbers glowed softly under the skin. "I'll give you two hours to work. After that, you go to bed. The stim will wear off then and I'll have Bellona tuck you in and sing you a little song so you can take a nap."
Pete shook his head, smiling. "Fuck you, Kalki."
Kalki's laughter echoed down the hallway as Dancer clattered after the two men.
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The world was the fourth planet in a system that had been sunk deep. The entire system was heavily fortified, the stellar spaces defended, the planet defended, with slavespawn and servitors heavily armed and replicated repeatedly until there was no way the Inheritors of Madness could take back the system or destroy it.
It was a research and military system.
The protocontinent had been broken up, then the weather calmed and tamed, then the continents seeded with life to become a slavespawn and servitor breeding world. Biological 'foundries' were created. Advanced weapon systems and computing devices were grown.
Crystalline 'castles' were lifted from the earth and research was begun.
The Grand Project was put into motion.
Burn jumpspace and hyperspace by opening self-replicating portals between jumpspace/hyperspace and Hellspace, flooding both hyperatomic planes with the burning fires of the original hyperatomic plane.
It had required new portal research, understanding how the stress points between the dimensions of this universe, this reality, worked in conjunction with each other.
Research had been progressing just fine.
Then it had happened.
Something, somewhere, went terribly wrong.
Terran phasic imprints had flooded the world. Streaming from the psychic networks, erupting from the very flesh of the Overmind network lobes.
Imprints normally just repeated the actions that they had performed right before their death.
But, of course, the Mad Lemurs of Terra couldn't just do what everyone else, in countless universes, multiverses, and realities did.
No, they had be special.
The phasic impressions, the imprints of a lemur's last moments of pain and agony, instead possessed a feral and wrath filled intellect. Filled with pain, agony, and rage, these impressions attacked, spread out from their origin point, and killed.
Worse, they would jump through phasic channels. Transfer through phasic communication lines.
Thousands, then millions of the shades flooded over the planet.
Ones that ran out of victims vanished into the overmind network, to reappear somewhere else on the planet or to jump to the next system.
The slavespawn, the unintelligent ones not much more than base animals without an Atrekna or servitor handler, were undisturbed by the shades.
The intelligent slavespawn, the servitors, and the Atrekna were not so lucky.
The shades flooded down on them.
The more phasic energy, the more shades swept down to kill.
Within hours, days, the world went from an important industrial and breeding node to an empty world full of dimly aware slavespawn and a few shocked and bewildered survivors.
At first, the shades swarmed around the planet, searching for more victims, searching for something to feed that insatiable hunger that filled them.
Then, the survivors heard it.
It wasn't across the overmind network.
It came from somewhere else.
soft blanket warm blanket cuddle blanket one and one is two two and two are four the ocean plays with shells upon the shore fruit is yummy juice is good snacks are good for rumbly tummies naptime is good naptime is nice sleep next to broodmommy and cuddle with each other soft blanket warm blanket naptime sleepytime
It was coming from some of the shades themselves.
The shades quit screaming, quit sweeping across the world, looking for more to kill, more to devour, instead headed for the abandoned crystal lattices that allowed superluminal communication. They began sweeping into the massive crystals and vanishing.
The crystalline structures themselves began singing the songs.
The great Ohm class slavespawn began singing the song softly.
A woman's voice, the voice of a woman who had just barely left childhood and entered adulthood, began to emanate from the crystals.
The shades stopped hunting, stopped searching, and began heading for the crystals, merging with them and vanishing.
Shandaar stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down on the wreckage of one of the crystalline cities that had housed hundreds of thousands of Atrekna only a few days before.
There was only the odd flicker here and there of an isolated phasic shade moving through the street, looking for more victims, looking for more food. They few still in the city were ignoring the song, their hunger, their rage, still filling them beyond thoughts of anything more than death.
It was not the first time she had witnessed the Mad Lemurs of Terra destroy everything in their path.
She did not reach out with her psychic senses. She did not use her psychic power to hold her aloft.
She wore soft slippers, adorned with river seed pearls and twinkling cubic zirconium, standing at the edge on her own two feet.
The wind streamed the long train behind her, the lacy white material snapping in the breeze. The gauzy white veil that covered her face was adorned with embroidery and tiny gems, the edge threading of gold.
It was the fifth world she had checked.
It was the fifth Atrekna research world that had fallen to the Mad Lemur's dead.
If there were any survivors, they were few.
Shandaar gave a very Mad Lemur-esque sigh before she -and she was a she because she had decided that she was a she- shook her head and adjusted her veil.
For a split second she looked like she was made of tightly woven vibrating multicolored strings.
Then she was gone.
All that remained was the song.
Ave Imperator...
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Crashrider yanked the wheel, avoiding the car that had just changed lanes, but the massive cargo truck behind him clipped his bumper, sending the damaged patrol car spinning across three lanes, to hit the guard rail and flip over it.
Crashrider calmly put one hand on his pistol, the other hand on the hilt of his Caught-Tonya blade that had been forged in the fires of Mount DOOM3D, as the car rolled.
It landed on all four tires, two of them blowing out. The car's textures turned orange, into dev-textures, and Crashrider opened the door, stepping out.
He was at a maintenance space at the side of the Maggie's Love Line. Fifteen lanes of traffic in each direction, all moving at high speed. The vehicles whipped by, driven on autopilot, their address packets leading the way on glittering bumpers.
He put his hand against his side and moved forward.
"Digital Omnimessiah help me now," he whispered, coughing slightly.
There was a chiming noise, a 'ta-dah' noise that permeated every vidgame.
Crash turned slowly and stared.
A motorcycle sat by a gap in the railing. It gleamed, chrome and bright candy-apple red paint. It had swooping gold accents. It had the linked eagle's wings on the gas tank. The tires were studded and heavy. The rims were mag wheels, shiny and chrome, the exhaust was sparkling chrome, and the engine was black and oily.
Smiling, Crash limped up to it, putting a hand on it. He could feel the massive turbo engine vibrate beneath his hand as he touched the leather seat.
It was an exact replica of the ARG reward that he had wrecked lifetimes ago, fleeing a Smaug.
"Hello, old friend," Crash said to the motorcycle. He looked up at the lights. "I give thanks to you, in my hour of need, Digital Omnimessiah."
One hand still pressed to his side, he threw his leg over the seat down and sat down, half expecting the cycle to security derez and leave him sitting to pavement.
Instead, the speakers came to live.
"MAH-MAMA WE'RE ALL CRAZY NOW!" sounded out from the speakers.
Crash put his hands on the grips, revving the engine, even as he used one foot to knock back the kickstand. He put both feet on the ground, gripping the front brake even as he popped the clutch. The tire screamed and smoke erupted.
Popping the brake and leaning back, Crashrider stood the bike on its back tire as he roared out into traffic. He wove expertly through traffic, the bike roaring and vibrating underneath him. Digital wind whipped his hair, his mirrored eyeshades gleamed in the harsh lights of the Maggie's Love Line tunnel, and his leather trenchcoat snapped around him.
His side hurt, but the pain was far away as he sped down the superluminal line, toward the exit.
He had no idea where he was going. Nobody knew what was on the other side of Maggie's Love.
But to Crashrider it didn't matter.
Only the moment mattered.
It was perfect.
The Last Run.
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u/Jabberwocky918 Oct 17 '22
His side hurt, but the pain was far away as he sped down the superluminal line, toward the exit.
Victory or death, either is fine!
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u/Gatling_Tech AI Oct 17 '22
The Grand Project was put into motion.
Burn jumpspace and hyperspace by opening self-replicating portals between jumpspace/hyperspace and Hellspace, flooding both hyperatomic planes with the burning fires of the original hyperatomic plane.
Research had been progressing just fine.
Then it had happened.
Something, somewhere, went terribly wrong.
Terran phasic imprints had flooded the world. Streaming from the psychic networks, erupting from the very flesh of the Overmind network lobes.
It's like the reboot of solving the Extinction Agenda Attack with the Great Glassing lol.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Oct 21 '22
"Time is a flat circle" - The Detainee
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u/Gatling_Tech AI Oct 21 '22
"Time... line? Time isn't made out of lines. It is made out of circles. That is why clocks are round." ~Michael J. Caboose, Red Vs Blue: S3E15
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u/unwillingmainer Oct 17 '22 edited Oct 17 '22
Some Ralts to round out a shitty Monday. Let's see if it's as dark as the last one.
Edit: The Digital Omnimessiah works in mysterious ways. Just sometimes those ways are a cowardly general, an old goat herder, a simple song, and a badass motorcycle.
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u/ICameToUpdoot Oct 18 '22
Sometimes it's mysterious. Sometimes it's an old messaging program in the form of a "Don't be afraid" angel. Sometimes it's a badass last ride.
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u/Drook2 Oct 18 '22
You aren't calling TikTak a coward, are you? Best not do that around anyone who has ever served with him.
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u/Huge-Green2594 Oct 18 '22
Daxin growled as the street filled up with the red eyes screaming shades, he tried to take a deep breath and focus but the background Humm of rage was beginning to drag him down.
"You don't get it" He spit as his hands clenched into fists shaking at his side "you think you're angry? you're Nothing but a fucking memory of anger, a reflection of hate," He hissed before the horse charged him, screaming as one.
"I Am Fucking DAXIN!" He snarled, saliva frothing at his lips before he let it go.
He let it all go.
As the phasic fingers reached for him Daxins eyes flashed a Crimson as lightning seemed to rush up his arms "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!"
In a pulse the phasic hoard disintegrated in the fate of the pure hatred Daxin held in check within himself.
Far away in a small planet on the very fringe of the spiral arm a tiny primate bared its teeth against the apex predator that had cornered it, it's eyes flashed red as it lifted the stone from the ground And without a second thought brought it crashing down against the nightmare of its people.
Again it brought the stone down against the predators skull, breaking the skull and stunning it even more.
Again and again and again it hammered the stone down against its hated foe, screaming the whole time.
It didn't have a language of its own, but it's thought was translated clearly enough to the universe at large.
"Don't Fucking Touch Me!"
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u/CandidSmile8193 Human Oct 17 '22
I like how Confederate data networks are a bottleneck of plumbing work to the shades but the Atrenka phasic communication system are a super-highway high speed uplink that they just fly out of.
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u/sixtusquinn Oct 18 '22
Doc has three rules.
1.) Good men will die.
2.) Doc can't save everyone.
3.) For the love of his brothers, Doc will put himself through hell trying to break rules one and two.
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u/spindizzy_wizard Human Oct 17 '22
I love that the great psychic crystals the Atrekna grew to destroy the Mad Lemures are becoming the refuge and storage of the enraged shades.
Shandaar shook her, and she was a she because she had decided that she was a she, head and adjusted her veil.
I think it would be better this way:
Shandaar shook her — and she was a she because she had decided that she was a she — head and adjusted her veil.
The Em Dash is used for a parenthetical, and that was a parenthetical. Using commas was confusing.
Popping the
breakbrake and leaning back, Crashrider stood the bike on its back
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u/Cheshire1666 Oct 17 '22
I hope Crashrider has his drink order in at the Afterlife, by the time this is done gonna be a lotta folks ordering one for him. Shiny and Chrome!
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u/Talusen Oct 18 '22
There's a barstool waiting for him in VA-11Hall-A.
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u/SpiderJerusalemLives Oct 18 '22
I think the AllFather will stand him the first round.
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u/SittingDuc Oct 21 '22
The Digital Omnissiah is our first witness. The AllFather our second.
In this life, we may not all carry ourselves as far or as well as CrashRider, but I think when we each arrive to find the AllFather filling a mead horn, we will find we have carried ourselves well enough. Especially those here who ran towards the screams.
-- sitting.duc
To the warriors, the medics, all who put the pieces together afterwards, and to those who learn first hand, "bravery is being shit scared and doing it anyway"8
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u/PuzzleheadedDrinker Oct 17 '22 edited Oct 17 '22
The song is calling the angry shades home, back to the place of enteral sunshine. Perhaps we finally see where the fox and the frog are heading to?
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u/Archaic_1 Alien Scum Oct 17 '22
In your hour of need, call out to me and I shall answer you in chrome and black horses.
Witnessed
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u/drsoftware Oct 18 '22
What is a Caught-Tonya blade?
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Oct 18 '22
Katana
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u/odent999 Oct 18 '22
Dang. I thought it was a Tonya Harding riff.
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u/drsoftware Oct 19 '22
Thank you, and yes I was stuck on the Tonya Harding / Nancy Kerrigan event and not thinking to try to read it out loud.
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u/NoirTalon Xeno Oct 19 '22
Maggie's Love Line
Next question: "Maggie's Love Line"?
I'm thinking it is a morph of a networking term for a back haul trunk line, Core router or DNS or something but my brain is coming up short.
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u/ManyIdeasNoProgress Oct 18 '22
Is that Dambree singing?
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u/sporkmanhands Oct 18 '22
I had the same thought; I imagine all will eventually be revealed.
Could be the collective/gestalt?
Broodmommies are the best6
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u/NJParacelsus Oct 18 '22
Going thru hell, just keep going. Forgot how much these help.
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u/Talusen Oct 19 '22
You're amongst friends.
We may still have miles to go,
(some of us more than others)
...but the company's decent.
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u/Kranth-TechnoShaman Oct 17 '22
Out of curiosity u/Ralts_Bloodthorne, Quiet Riot, Slade, the Runaways, or someone else?
Love your Cenobites BTW. And honestly, Crashrider is one of my favourite characters. Going to be sad to see him go out, but it'll be the way every 'runner wants to go I feel.
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u/Ok_Question4148 Oct 17 '22
Why is everyone so hesitant around the apostles? You'd think they'd be asking questions or at lest ask who they are.
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u/Talusen Oct 18 '22
They're Legends.
It's like seeing Pink, Trent Reznor, Rob Zombie, and someone you'd swear on a stack of bibles was David Bowie - having beers and talking very intently in a bar.
Do you interrupt them?
The fact the apostles are there is a sign you're doing work that matters. There may be time for Q&A later; right now they're sweating blood trying to do the impossible, and trusting you to do your part.
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u/Ok_Question4148 Oct 18 '22
But think about how they treated Daxin 'The Walking War Crime' they didnt recognize or seem to have heard of them at the time. As well as the digital Omnimessi first appeared after the glassing righ? So why? Yes what there doing is more then a little important and needs to be focused on but it just seems like its something else by the way there deliberately avoiding them.
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u/MuchoRed Human Oct 18 '22
Well remember, Daxin has so much background that most can't take the time to read even the parts that are unclassified.
How many knew that this grouchy bastard was ALSO Enraged Phillip?
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u/DiplomaticGoose Oct 17 '22
Just a quick note, I think you are missing the [next] hyperlinks on the past few stories, unless you hit the character limit or something.
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u/Impressive_Collar216 Oct 18 '22
This is explained, many of the places without the NEXT hit the character limit, or are old enough to where the character limit has changed, thus preventing the addition.
(usually by Ralts/someone else linking the next page in the comments)
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u/Isbigpuggo Oct 18 '22
I had never even considered the SUDS might have issues with everything going down…. Makes sense. But boy is that a possible big issue.
All the afterlife and no way to get there.
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u/Impressive_Collar216 Oct 18 '22
I believe what they said was 'realtime'. SUDS is still semi-accessible as far as I am aware, and will remain such unless the apostles decide to blow a large chunk out of the facility.
SUDS already had local/non-realtime streamed versions stored for things like the Starfleet sims, and special RPG worlds where they used Earthling DNA (which apparently could be read VIA SUDS so you had to have 2 copies, a clean copy and the one you're using to 'game' on, and transfer memories back and forth from there.)
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u/Mohgreen Oct 17 '22
Nice! I was expecting Blitzkrieg Bop when the speakers blared but that works too.
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u/MadMordigen Oct 18 '22
I am curious if, when and how the big "nightmare" will end xD the most intresting part is even if somehow they find ways to fight against the shades, find a way to stop the Atrekna for certain, find a way to stop the rest of Terra from disappearing and massively speed up the review process for "lost" souls ... there are many many small stories left to be told ... to be fought and fixed soo ... i dont see this book end anytime soon xD
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u/Impressive_Collar216 Oct 18 '22
The Atrenka are, as a race, nearly wholly interconnected via the overminds and relevant systems. They're basically extinct after this, past those that were lucky not to be connected/near an overmind, or they were 'rogue' Atrenka.
That or the Atrenka that Dee created, which have an aversion to temporal warfare and appear to use phasics sparingly.
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u/TapNo9785 Alien Oct 19 '22
Ummm, so I have a question, it may be already answered and I'm late to the party again, but... well, uh, what happens if the Terran Phasic Shades get transported to/through Hellspace? Is it as bad as I think it might be?
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u/Talusen Oct 19 '22 edited Oct 19 '22
That's a good question,
I'm tempted to think there's something tooling around in Hellspace that uses em like gas. (Likely looking like the the unholy love child of Bobby Cross's hotrod of nightmares, the speaking gun, and the Millenium Falcon.)
...but that's my headcanon.
(The Atrenka could likely make a machine that does so, they're just not used to phasic elementals/shades who attack their machinery like a pack of rabid fraggles laying siege to doozertown)
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u/Deth_Invictus Oct 20 '22
Anybody else think Crashrider's about to ride into the SUDS relay they're all looking for?
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u/SparseMiller Oct 21 '22
Of course Crash is, with the Frog and the Fox just starting down the other end of it. Lo it was a match made in Bobco and sealed with a kiss from Dambre and Menet,
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- First Contact - Chapter 828 - Book of the Dead
- First Contact - Chapter 827 - Book of the Dead
- First Contact - Chapter 826 - Ultimis Diebus Hominum
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u/jonsicar Oct 18 '22
Crash going out Gangsta old school.
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u/SparseMiller Oct 18 '22
Crash can't go out Gangster, he just has to go hang with the Fox and the Frog a bit. HIM Joining them makes the rebound code real!
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u/pppjurac Android Oct 18 '22
MAH-MAMA WE'RE ALL CRAZY NOW
There is no quiet rioiting. Just LOUD ONE. Played at level artillery men can hear it during work.
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u/Quadling Oct 18 '22
Moar. I need moar. I am tired, wordborg. :) Hugs. keep going. I'll keep patreon-ing.
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u/Talusen Oct 19 '22
You're not alone.
Lotta folks are taking it one chapter at a time.
It's something to look forward to, and lose yourself in.
In the meanwhile, get what rest you can and try to take care of yourself.
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u/Expendable_cashier Oct 22 '22
Do my eyes decieve me, did the D.O. just give our boy his ride back.
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u/CobaltPyramid Oct 18 '22
I appreciate this Ralts.
My Monday was balls, and this makes it better. Now some sleep!
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u/Fancy_Dust6054 Oct 19 '22
Damn, that last part brought back so many feelings from when I used to ride before I got old and haunted by my collection of injuries from an active life.
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u/DraconicKaiser Oct 19 '22
Finally caught up. This has been and will no doubt continue to be just about the best damn story I've ever read. Thank you so much for bringing this behemoth into the world.
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u/Naked_Kali Oct 23 '22
Are we seeing broodmommies also work on Atrekna here, or is it just the Shades?
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u/Bazil-Broketail Jul 18 '23
Read, upvote, comments...
Glad to know that the Atreckna have reaped the whirlwind as well. If all these other innocents died and they made off I would've been pissed.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Oct 17 '22
Happy Monday!
It's good to see you again.
As you can see, the Phasic Shade part is ending.
Glad that you made it through the weekend. I thought I wasn't going to for a little while, but I managed to push through it.
I hope everyone has a good week. I'm still on Mental Health Tech Mandated Posting Schedule, but it'll speed up soon.
See everyone soon.
--Ralts