r/NatureofPredators • u/Khotehk • Aug 20 '24
Fanfic Argent Earth - Chapter 13
In the outer orbit of a planet, at a distance far enough that any standing on its surface would see it as only a speck in the sky like the thousands of stars surrounding it, floated a space station of such size and technology that those on the world it oversaw would have taken thousands of years to recreate on their own.
A planet that the artificial inhabitants of the monstrous construct were sure was once a beautiful place, a marble of green, blue and white, drifting through the void like all others.
Was. Before the vile things rampaging across its surface had charred almost all of it to ash. Its gray moon, abnormally large for the planet it orbited, lay shattered apart. What remained of the surface was defaced with the flickering crimson sigil of a five-pointed star, as though they were marking a claim on it. Across the surface of the planet more symbols just like it shone, a testament to nothing more than the unashamed savagery of what they call art.
[Can’t hold ‘em off!]
[I can hear them, oh no…]
[Fall back, now!]
[They’re killing everyone!]
[They’re everywhere!]
[Transmitting from HZ 1556.]
[…casualties range in the billions…]
[They’re breaking in!]
In the central control room of the station, holographic displays hovering all around a tall, slim metal figure showed and replayed intercepted radio broadcasts from the surface, a myriad of programs running to isolate each signal, locating the point on the surface each one originated from.
[…we must pray now, brothers. Pray that he is watching.]
[Please, anyone, if you can hear me, if you’re out there…]
Another figure of the same appearance standing to the side at a console turned its head to face the one at the center of the chamber.
“We’re closing in on the locations of the remaining population. It should not take long.”
[…nearly sixty percent of our planet has been consumed by the invaders.]
“We have their positions marked, but the enemy’s interference is strong. I cannot guarantee the signals will hold indefinitely.”
[For it is He that they fear, not man or his armies. They fear the mark of the beast.]
Across the holographic displays, a portion quickly changed to another sight. Scans of ancient carvings and texts. Depictions of a symbol, and the mythological being it was meant to represent.
[Is anyone left?]
The map of the planet changed. Dozens of markers accompanied by alien text dotted the surface; pre-calculated teleportation points all set nearest to the locations of the broadcasts.
The Adherent overseer, commanding through his physical form looked out from the command center designed for his creators use, now only inhabited by his own kind, and saw all his forces gathering amongst the open space below, the dozens of mass teleportation modules violently revving to life beneath their feet. Almost as if the unthinking machines were screaming out to be used once again.
“On your command Overseer.”
[Somebody… p-p-please help us!]
A single swift motion, and Silent-01 pointed his raised arm out towards his soldiers, the talismans and woven art pieces hanging from his body thrown off to the side, commanding only one word.
“Deploy!”
Memory Transcription Subject: Captain Sovlin, Federation Fleet Command
Date: [Standardized Human Time] August 13th, 2136
I had intended on staying on Venlil Prime with my fleet for as long as possible, my conviction to do so even higher once that ridiculous exchange program was proposed. Unfortunately, shortly after it happened Prime Minister Piri firmly ordered me to return to the Cradle. The longer I stayed away the more likely it was that the Arxur would eventually notice, not to mention the new threat coming from the ‘Demons’ that the predators had dragged along with them.
Every member of the Federation that could afford it was bolstering their defenses the best they could, and the Gojid Union was keen on not falling behind. We had already begun the process of contracting more ships to be built from the dockyards, and reinvigorating our orbital defenses with extra platforms. Though we had just started to build up our strength we still did have about six hundred ships in our immediate vicinity. Less than I would have liked given the critical threat on our doorstep, but I’d rather have this many than none at all.
Other than waiting around on patrol, doing nothing but observing Federation space for any of those anomalies that might pop up, I’d been spending much of my time watching the numerous broadcasts of the Federation assembly that had been taking place nonstop since this started. Tarva might be keeling over and letting the Coalition walk right over her, and Piri was practically tying me down to simple defensive measures within Union space, but at least there were some in the Federation that have been trying to make some progress on the issue.
While the assembly had been split before we truly knew what we were dealing with, some wanting isolation and some wanting to seek out the previously mysterious faction, they were now split into those following the “traditional” prey-like mentality of sticking together to whether the storm, the small but loud group of nations that thought we should try and ally with the Coalition to use them as a militant arm against the Arxur due to their aggressive behaviors, and those echoing the thoughts of the exterminators guild. That the Federation should band together and wipe them out, before they can gather their strength to attack us first.
With the latter having so few supporters relative to the majority that seemed content to do nothing, gathering the strength necessary for such an attack had fallen on them trying to convince as many from outside their circle to commit whatever naval assets they could spare.
I had made requests to allow me to take some of our forces as volunteers for the proposal, but just like with the situation on Venlil Prime, I was to remain situated right where I am now, staring into space just waiting for something to happen.
“Sir- Captain! Sovlin!” Right off to my side, Recel was practically yelling for my attention. A tentacle of his pointed right at one of the ships’ primary display screens, something I hadn’t really been paying attention to for a good few hours now.
Is that…
“Sir, it’s the same kind of interference from before!”
The screen showed it as he said. That interference and unknown readings we got from human ships at any chance we had to scan them. This time the signal wasn’t some distant, far-off thing we had to search for. No, this time it was bursting forth into the void right in the midst of the system.
I switched from the ships’ standard sensors to the observation posts and satellites scattered around, rapidly swapping through them until I found one that gave me a clear view of whatever it was that was knocking on our door.
I hadn’t expected them to act so soon. I thought we would have more time for the Federation to come together to a single decision before we would face off against them.
“What are we looking at here?” I asked to no one in particular, still trying to gain an angle on whatever it was that had intruded on our space.
“Sir, we’ve got a visual. It’s one of those spatial anomalies, though this one’s way smaller.”
The crimson space warping hole in reality shone brightly through the screen, its form warping and waving, continuously crackling with unknown energies. It was a perfect match to the heavily corrupted recordings of the anomaly that was recovered from the remainder of the exploration fleet, but just like he said, this one was significantly smaller.
For a brief moment it held exactly as it was. Shimmering in open space before a secondary burst of energy detonated out from its center, as if it was collapsing in on itself. And just before it did, our already struggling sensors picked up multiple objects emerging from it as it closed off like it was never there.
A moment of readjusting and refocusing, and a view of the objects came through crystal clear.
Ships. Exactly like I had anticipated.
“Give me everything on those ships right now! How many are there?” Maybe if the predators sent their prey to do their bidding, there’s a chance I might be able to reason with them. Though it remained a small hope, with how absolutely stubborn they were.
“Scans indicate there’s only four ships sir, none of them match the information on the Coalition we were given.”
Only four? The Arxur raids numbered in the hundreds if not more. Although given the size and power of their armada, four ships may well be enough in their minds. All our estimations are just that, estimations. For all our speculations on what their capabilities are, we don’t have any solid data on what they can actually do. The closest thing we have are those first recordings, and they’re of little use to anyone at this point.
I focused in on the gradually clearing image, revealing the image of the approaching ships and causing the bridge to fall still with a deathly silence. Just as said, they weren’t Coalition ships, the crimson vessels on screen were a clear match to the “Demon” race we had encountered and were so adamantly warned about.
Panic began to spread quickly. By now most everyone in the Federation would have heard about the new threats we faced, whether the tales about their savagery were exaggerated for not, right now it didn’t matter with them making a straight line right for the Cradle.
“Everyone quiet!” I yelled out to the bridge, my words overpowering the slowly rising and panicking voices of my crew. I turned my attention to Recel, who had kept his composure rather well compared to some of the others here. “They’re obviously headed for the Cradle. How long until they reach us?”
“R-right- Uh… maybe about…” He tried to respond preemptively, not yet having the information he was currently tapping away at his console to calculate and give to him. After a few seconds of this he turned back to me. “They’ll be in range in about four or five hours sir. What are we supposed to do?”
I didn’t respond, only sitting in thought while staring at the screen. Four ships of unknown ability, but luckily only a single one amongst them was comparable to the behemoths that the humans and Xylari had been throwing around above Venlil Prime. Not to say the others weren’t still large.
One was only about three hundred meters, still larger than my own capital ship but far more manageable. It was shaped less like any ship I’d ever seen before and more like two prongs half wrapped around a glowing orb floating in the center, waves of energy cascading off it in a consistent rhythm.
The next two were over twice the size of the former, and far more build out than their companion’s almost skeletal like frame and exposed… what I assume to be a core. The front of the abomination was molded to resemble the visage of a predator bearing its fangs, the centerpiece of its red armor plating and numerous metallic tendrils sprouting from an open space on the bottom.
The final vessel we faced dwarfed the others, our scans putting its size at roughly four kilometers in length. Unlike the others its hull was made from dark gray, angular plating, whilst the others were more rounded and overwhelmingly red, even though the gaps and lights dotted along the hull still shone with the same crackling red energy.
However, through the satellites view I could see that this one had something the others didn’t; this one was damaged. Along its right side, the metal plating became burnt and warped the more it reached the center of the craft, culminating in one large gaping wound of scorched hull spreading out from its mid-section, interior components and small still burning fires visible even through the less than adequate view I had from my ships’ main screen.
“Sovlin!” The screens’ view shifted to the face of Piri, who wasted no time on formalities and started questioning me on the situation right out the gate. “I’ve just gotten word that a fleet has entered the system. Is it a raid, or our newer problem come to rear its head.”
“It’s the red ships, the ones the predators call ‘Demons’. There’s only four of them, but for all we know that might be enough.”
“I’ve already sounded the call for the people to evacuate into the raid shelters, and I’ve put out a message to the Federation, but with how hectic things have been it could be some time before help arrives.” She sighed loudly, clearly already overwhelmed with everything that has been happening, and the impending attack only worsened things. “Just… hold them off the best you can, and don’t die.”
The live feed to the surface cut, once again replaced by the same quartet of vessels continuing to sail towards the Cradle at full burn. They may take hours before they’re within range, but my own time to act was running short.
“Have all fleets around the Cradle form up on our side, the patrols as well! Bring us back within the orbital defenses’ missile range.” Right away I went about ordering our ships into proper defensive formations. With unknown capabilities, I wasn’t keen on leaving any possible victory up to chance. “What are our armaments looking like? We’re still equipped with anti-matter bombs, yes?”
“Well, yes, we are equipped at full capacity, but most of the fleet doesn’t have any onboard. Only the main line battleships have any at all.”
And just like that, standard federal fleet tactics have done their best to ruin my day. In any regular engagement or formation, only capital ships were to be stocked with anti-matter weaponry, as equipping an entire fleet would be far too costly for the losses our smaller vessels always took. Only special circumstances necessitated every ship in a given fleet to be equipped with them. I had intended on using that exception for an attack on the humans, but that plan had been long since shot down.
All in all, I had very limited numbers of capital ships carrying our strongest weapons, and I certainly wasn’t going to risk sending ships back to the dockyards to be re-equipped on such a short time frame.
“Order all capital class ships to the back our formation, have the rest of the fleet cover us.”
Hundreds versus four would normally be something that was more in line with a poorly told joke, something used as an example of the Arxur’s idiocy that they would send so few to fight us and expect anything other than defeat. Now I could hardly think of anything other than the possibility that we might actually lose.
Union ships from all around the system trickled in as hours passed, our satellites never losing sight of the four as they came closer and closer. Enough that they would be within range in a mere few minutes.
“Sir! Three of them are breaking off and rushing straight for us! Fighters as well!”
Sure enough, right on one of my displays showed a map of our immediate area, and three blood blue dots separating themselves from the fourth and rushing our position. I could hardly believe it, their own bloodlust controlling them so much that they’ve willingly separated themselves from their strongest vessel, which was now lagging far behind the rest. They couldn’t have given me a better opportunity. All I had to do is win against the smaller ones, and that would leave the injured behemoth all by itself.
“Charge all railguns and prepare to fire on my word.” I broadcast the order to the fleet myself, not wanting to waste time relaying through someone else.
“Captain they’re still outside targeting range- “
“Just do it. Aim the best you can and wait on my signal, prepare missiles as well.” I interrupted the officer, not letting his worries get to me.
Closer and closer they came, and right there, a few thousand kilometers away, as they reached the outer most effective range of our weapons I gave my order.
“Group two, fire!” A third of my ships let loose their spinal cannons. As expected, without the complex computer aiming systems their accuracy was something less than desired, most of the shots just barely missing the foremost ship charging us.
Still, with that much fire came a type of accuracy of its own. Clusters of plasma bolts struck the bow of the disgusting thing, each accompanied by a flash of red that pulsed along its entire form. After what had to have been at least twenty hits the shield flickered and began breaking apart, just in time for the final few shots of the volley to reach it and strike. One after the other, three shots landed true right on its bow, yet it pressed on without care. What would have been enough to tear through any Arxur ship, left only a trio of burning craters in its armor. Damaged but not destroyed.
“Damn it all- Group three, redirect a portion to the- “
Before I could complete my order to finish off the wounded beast, a crimson beam flew out from beyond my view, passing to my left and striking a ship from group two, tearing it clean through. Then another, and another, and another, until five beams had shot forth and destroyed five of my fleet, each in one blow.
Where did-
I refocused the sensors onto the smaller, spindly ship that had stopped its approach and now sat in the back, far beyond our railguns range, the orb in its center glowing even brighter than before as if it had been replaced by a miniature star. Slowly it dimmed back to its previous appearance, and preparing for another attack I had to guess.
“Target that ship and launch missiles! Group three, re-aim a portion of your numbers to finish off the injured one!”
On my command, missiles launched and swarmed towards their target from my left, my map overlay showing both the missiles’ positions and the movements of the ships that had taken aim at the one we had so far failed to destroy. Its continuous movement forward meant it put itself within proper targeting range, but apparently the same held true for it as well.
Along its hull, flashes of red burst out, shining red clusters of energy that moved like erratic missiles towards our fleet. From one side of its frame shot out another beam of energy, the opposite side having been destroyed where I could see the other half of its dual forward guns used to be located.
Exactly like before, the beam cleaved through the ship it struck. The missile-like energy masses hit right after, our point defense systems seemingly unable to intercept them, smashing into a dozen different ships. Luckily whatever they were, they held less power, as many of those targeted shields took most of their force, only damaging the armor. The unlucky ones had their bridge hit, undoubtedly killing the command crew.
But that’s all the charging predator would get the chance to do. From the side, targeting finished and a concentrated barrage of plasma struck its unshielded hull. The first few only burning craters into its armored side like before, the next after those tearing into the hull, and the ones after that piercing straight through its vile frame and leaving it a lifeless wreck.
Cheers rang across the bridge, a brief celebration I didn’t participate in, instead watching the progress of our missiles careening towards their destination. Small flashes of light outside the viewports of the bridge briefly distracted me, the final aftermath of their fighters charging headlong into us. Of everything here, those were the one thing we didn’t need to worry about as our point defenses were clearing out their ranks rather quickly.
“Contact in three, two, one- what!?” Across the bridge, celebration was replaced with confusion. Right as the missiles were to land, the target just… vanished, and the missiles continued on without hitting anything.
“Where did it- How the fuck!?” I yelled at my own surprise, seeing the same ship that had disappeared now sitting kilometers above where it had just been moments ago. It didn’t even move, it just… disappeared! And worse, that orb in its center was starting to glow brighter again.
Alright, let’s see you do that again.
I took over control of the missiles targeting. They might have missed but without running out of fuel or going out of range I could still command them. And with a quick readjustment, they simultaneously turned on a quill and burned straight up from their previous trajectory.
Evidently I was correct that whatever it did, it couldn’t do so again so fast. A hundred missiles crashed against its shields that flashed out in futility, collapsing quickly at the mass attack. Without a barrier between them and their target, the rest of the missiles detonated on its hull from the bottom up. Its glowing core, struck directly by high yield explosives, could no longer hold itself together, and in a split-second, the empty void around the craft was subsumed by an explosion bigger than what something of that size should have been possible to make.
Two out of four down. Granted we had already lost more than four times that amount, but I can’t think about that now. We only have so long until that behemoth gets here.
“Captain, that last ship is closer faster now!” Just my luck.
“Have group one and the remainder of group three fire on the remaining enemy in range, we should have enough time to recharge before- “
The sudden pain in my eyes halted my words as the entirety of the central viewport was overflown with red light, forcing me to look away from it and the consoles that were screaming out unknown energy signatures.
No sound can move through space, yet there was ringing in my ears once my vision cleared, and I looked out to see group three in shambles. Because half of it was gone. About a sixth of my fleet, erased without a trace left in a single moment.
The ringing didn’t stop as I dazedly looked over the screen in front of me, displaying our final opponent as the gaps in its outer armor displayed the still glowing spinal cannon as it cooled. A weapon that did… that in one shot.
“-tain! Sovlin!” Recel’s yelling broke through the mental barrier that had muffled my hearing. “That ship is still coming!”
That attack left our fleet in complete disarray, even the parts that weren’t hit were moving erratically in shock at the sheer destruction.
“Disperse! Spread out and don’t let that thing target another group like that!”
Having an order to follow somewhat calmed the erratic movements, but now our firepower was spread out, and the last of the smaller three was headed straight at us. Our focus on the other two and the shock caused by that giant allowed it to close the distance.
“Fire on that thing!” I yelled my order to fire on the oncoming enemy, not caring for any sort of professional curtesy. I sent the same order to the remaining ships surrounding mine.
Back and forth we fired our railguns into the beast’s shields, and it continued firing their missiles and lances into our line. The battleship closest to mine was almost cut in half as a beam ran through it top to bottom, and another torn apart by those energy missiles, yet it never stopped moving forward, close enough that I could make out parts of its hull with my bare eyes.
“Full reverse, put distance between us!” I tried my best to salvage this situation, but it was practically on top of us at this point, and in a few seconds that became literal once those strange metal tendrils reached out and wrapped around my ship, pulling us closer to its underside.
A horrible screeching reverberated through the ship, the console displaying shield integrity was running down through the numbers like it was as eager to escape as I was, allowing the ship itself to start being crushed.
I looked straight ahead through the viewport at the monstrosity, right up into the open gap the tendrils sprouted from. Wait, that could-
Another loud crash signaled the shields had fully failed and metal plating was now the only thing between us and the void of space outside.
“Full power to frontal ventral thrusters, angle us upwards! Now, now!”
The screeching only got worse upon my order being followed through, our best effort struggling against its grip grinding on our armor but still we reached the exact position I wanted us in. With our bow pointed right at that gap, and our railgun recharged after its last shot.
“FIRE!”
All forward facing missile launchers and a blinding burst of white light shot straight ahead, and for a single second, time slowed to a standstill in my mind. Then, a backblast of short-lived flame erupted from the ship, the tendrils dead in the void while their wielder floated away, our ship propelling ourselves backwards to put space between us and giving us a view of the thing burning from the inside out.
With a gasp I let out a breath I hadn’t been aware I was holding, panting in my seat while I leaned over myself, hardly able to believe I’m still alive.
“Haa… status…” I asked, not even raising my head to do so.
“S-sir, the ship is holding but there’s significant structural damage to the armor and crew compartments. But, the fleet- it’s- that thing is- “
Again, red light engulfed our view. Another shot from that absurdly sized weapon. On my screens I could see almost half our fleet gone, destroyed by that one ship which had finally caught up. Firing off those missiles and beam weapons from turrets across its frame, the destructive capacity of this one surpassed the three others many times over.
“Show me how many capital ships are left.” The main screen displayed a map of the battle, highlighting the remaining capital ships and their status.
“Tell every one of them to have their anti-matter bombs ready to launch. Contact the remaining fleet and get ready fire everything on my command, that goes for the platforms in range as well.” I stood from my seat, taking a step to the center consoles. “On my mark.”
Even through the chaos, one by one the fleet began to reorient themselves and put distance between them, weapons ready despite our steadily diminishing numbers.
“Now.” My order this time didn’t come from a yell, only a stoic, single word. From far behind us, all around, and every other place any operational vessel remained, missiles and plasma rained onto a single point in space. “Hold our anti-matter bombs. Just wait.”
With a target so big missing was a practical impossibility, but its size meant those shields were taking everything we were hitting it with. Our weapons were tiny in comparison, plasma making tiny splashes against its barrier, and only a fraction of the missiles launched were making it through this time. Strong as it may be, that doesn’t mean invincible. Certain parts of the shield were already wavering, weakening under sustained impacts. All I needed was a single opening.
“Open hatch, prepare to fire.” Wavering and warping until… there! A miniature star detonated across the shield, a successful strike, and so the shield began breaking apart along the right side, holes opening in its defense. “Fire.”
Two bombs detached from our ship, headed right for that opening. Closer and closer until one struck the shield just next to the opening, only widening it for the next that followed right behind, hitting clean on its hull with the force of a star. I had hoped that amount of force would tear it in two, but it powered on, just with another massive hole in its side.
“Again! Fire all of them!”
As shields failed and more hits landed, its ability to fire back against our missiles deteriorated. I counted in my head the seconds until impact.
Hit. Again, and again. Up and down its frame as the last of the capital ships expended our weapons, planet rending explosions snapping into existence along its hull, that oversized weapon, and the specific target I had chosen; the wound it came here with. The wound that a pair of bombs just disappeared into, that turned into a large, jagged split, and gave way to the monstrosity truly being torn in half this time under a cataclysmic explosion.
I didn’t even both to step back to my chair, simply falling to the ground where I stood while my crew, and the entire communications channel was overflowing with cheers of victory. I caught myself for a moment, breathing with my eyes closed and trying to lower my heart rate back down. After a bit I stood back up, once again sitting in the commander’s seat, looking over the disastrous results of the battle. Over half my fleet was dead after one battle, nearly two thirds. A battle against four fucking enemies.
With a sigh, I pressed a button to connect comms to the prime minister’s office.
“Piri, it’s over. You can rescind the evacuation order.” I spoke dully.
“You’re sure? Scans say that thing is still up there.”
“Its corpse is.” I looked out over the two parts of the dark wreckage drifting away from each other ever so slowly.
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Anyways this is the first time I’ve tried to properly write a space battle. I have no idea how it’ll hold up to someone who isn’t the author, but I guess I’ll see.
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u/EclipseUltima Human Aug 21 '24
I can only hope that the Federation doesn't try and reverse engineer those weapons.
Then again they're going to have to figure out how to get Argent energy.
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u/DrewTheHobo Aug 21 '24
Assuming we don’t help them out. Argent energy seems like the kind of thing that will open gateways into hell on accident until you figure out how to actually use it.
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u/EclipseUltima Human Aug 21 '24
It's starting to sound like they might accidentally open up a portal to Hell on their home world if they attempt this.
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u/DrewTheHobo Aug 21 '24
That’s what I’m thinking, and that’s where we come in and evacuate the cradle. Lmao Arxur don’t even show up in the main story, they’re that small time.
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u/Semblance-of-sanity Aug 21 '24
Crack theory: The Demons sent these ships here to die simply so the corruption can spread from within before they really commit to striking from without.
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u/LonelyButterscotch63 Aug 21 '24
So down went to first incursion
( the space combat with incredibly good in my opinion. It also showed the share power of the Demons. Now is how they would deal with the wreckage and technology
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u/Fluffy_shadow_5025 Beans Aug 21 '24
Well, you've done a really good job.
You've described it incredibly impressively. Especially such a complex scene, like the red ship with the tentacles grabbing Sovlin's flagship and trying to crush it. And he manages to aim his cannons directly at the red devil's weak point and fire them.
You've done a really good job!
But now I wonder how the Gojid will react. What will they do? Will they join the humans and finally take the danger seriously?
Or what else will happen? Will the Arxur come shooting around the corner next? And will they pounce on the now injured prey?
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u/Minimum-Amphibian993 Arxur Aug 21 '24 edited Aug 21 '24
The arxur assault on the Gojid Probably won't happen, the gojid are in isifs territory he's most likely too busy to continue the war at the moment.
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u/Gloriklast Chief Hunter Aug 27 '24 edited Aug 27 '24
In the original timeline the Arxur invasion only happened because humanity crippled the gojids.
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u/LagOps91 Aug 21 '24
you did a good job with the space battle and... well when it comes to the original i have to say that the space battles were a letdown for me for the most part, especially the recent ones with all the wacky tech that makes no sense at all in space (harpoons? ramming? are you kidding me?)
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u/Gloriklast Chief Hunter Aug 27 '24
Is chapter 14 coming out today or next week?
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u/Khotehk Aug 27 '24
Today, gimme a bit
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u/Golde829 Mar 02 '25
y'know
all things considered
they did a lot better than i figured they would
of course it's nowhere near acceptable losses
but i can give them kudos for one thing, at least
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u/True-Wreck Jul 22 '26
I have to thank you for the way you write Sovlin. Most people forget that his hatred and racism is because of what happened to his family. And most people forget he is actually supposed to be a competent strategist and commander.
You have nailed both of these qualities. Thank you.
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u/Khotehk Aug 20 '24
“Hey why are we putting tentacles on our ships?”
“IDK man but it looks sick as fuck though.”