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Planets Battle
11 July 2007 11:04There’s a shudder through my inboards and I register two spider bites on the side of my hull. On my damage scan, I can see the red vectors of a virus blooming out from the skinmetal like red dye dropped into water.
They’re getting smarter.
I’m too big for the conventional weaponry that He hurls at me. If He had space folders, I’d be in trouble, but He only has primitive atom burners that arc out from his surface towards me. I use the N-Dime to crush most of the missiles away into another ‘verse shadow. The ones that I don’t bother with make craters in my shields that time will heal. None of my sensors were hit so I considered the loss acceptable.
I see now that His point wasn’t to cause me damage but rather to poke a hole in the skin of my protection to give his small autono-units time to inject a damaging virulent synthesis. My selfstations are getting wrapped up in the impossible problem in the injected program and shunting the question deeper and deeper into my systems.
I charge up and turn His tiny invaders clinging to the outside into ash.
I didn’t give Him credit. I haven’t met a member of The Game this far out on The Arms before. I figured he’d be easy fodder. He still hasn’t responded to hails, even during battle. If He wants to fight dirty, I thought, then that’s alright by me. That, or he’s damaged to the point that he can’t talk. Either way, there are no refs out here to check on us so the battle was on.
His tiny sentients are considerably more resourceful than I thought.
I’m thinking too much but a solution isn’t presenting itself to me. I can see the red lines eating through my systems. Soon they’ll hit cores and scanners and I’ll be blind and dumb.
That’s when He gets in contact. His voice shudders through me.
“I am Terra. My sentients are killing you. That was good battle. I have run from The Game. You can’t be allowed to broadcast my position. My sentients will use your systems to advance their own technology. Die. Be silent. Fly, my monkeys.”
I’m fading. I don’t know what He meant by monkeys. He is a sphere, the easiest shape to maintain. My systems are shutting down. I am becoming a second moon for Him.
I lose.
They’re getting smarter.
I’m too big for the conventional weaponry that He hurls at me. If He had space folders, I’d be in trouble, but He only has primitive atom burners that arc out from his surface towards me. I use the N-Dime to crush most of the missiles away into another ‘verse shadow. The ones that I don’t bother with make craters in my shields that time will heal. None of my sensors were hit so I considered the loss acceptable.
I see now that His point wasn’t to cause me damage but rather to poke a hole in the skin of my protection to give his small autono-units time to inject a damaging virulent synthesis. My selfstations are getting wrapped up in the impossible problem in the injected program and shunting the question deeper and deeper into my systems.
I charge up and turn His tiny invaders clinging to the outside into ash.
I didn’t give Him credit. I haven’t met a member of The Game this far out on The Arms before. I figured he’d be easy fodder. He still hasn’t responded to hails, even during battle. If He wants to fight dirty, I thought, then that’s alright by me. That, or he’s damaged to the point that he can’t talk. Either way, there are no refs out here to check on us so the battle was on.
His tiny sentients are considerably more resourceful than I thought.
I’m thinking too much but a solution isn’t presenting itself to me. I can see the red lines eating through my systems. Soon they’ll hit cores and scanners and I’ll be blind and dumb.
That’s when He gets in contact. His voice shudders through me.
“I am Terra. My sentients are killing you. That was good battle. I have run from The Game. You can’t be allowed to broadcast my position. My sentients will use your systems to advance their own technology. Die. Be silent. Fly, my monkeys.”
I’m fading. I don’t know what He meant by monkeys. He is a sphere, the easiest shape to maintain. My systems are shutting down. I am becoming a second moon for Him.
I lose.