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William Liam Tinmall
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Hidden in a cavern from the hordes of Eldars, the remnants of the Izumo's crew worked to salvage what they could.
Orders were shouted, hands moved, machines found new life in the expert care of the Techpriests.
However, even the sound of work couldn't drown the desperate cries of the thousands of souls tortured by the Eldar.
Liam was a meek man, a subdued individual that found little reason to get angry.
This was making his blood boil...
"What's the status here? What did we manage to save?" he asked the people around, his companions in this long war that was just getting longer and more tiring, "Are the Gundams operational? Or are we defenseless?"
"We have recovered what we could adept, somehow our benefactor has access to his own military supplies native to this world. But it's quite fragile due to its state of disrepair. Perhaps you can help us find what is needed. I do not know what defenses these strange Astates have but they seem to be immune to the Xeno’s means of detection.”
Identity: C1/Cameron Hich
Location: ...Unknown.
Status: Tenjin Fully Operational, No Known Intel on Current Location and Surrounding Sectors
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C1... No, Cameron Hich was lost on a world that he did not recognise.
There was no better way to explain his situation right now, considering that he was cut off from the Prototype Collective. He couldn't hear a single voice that he would know. Not even Alpha herself.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was so used to independence from his true role, he would have suffered a panic attack. Fortunately, the bonus of having a life where you spent your life up to military service as normal as it could be in the galaxy, means that you can handle some situations fairly well with a calm head.
No, what concerned him was the fact that he noticed that there were beings across deep space that were hunting for him... He didn't know if he was a part of a large umbrella category that involves foreigners from other galaxies, or Alpha forbid, other dimensions entirely, or he was hunted specifically for something else entirely.
But there was one thing he was sure of. Whoever was hunting him... They are maliciously sentient machinery, and that unsettled him. The closest to such beings were the Prototypes themselves, born to be superior to humanity in many ways, with the intention to usurp their creators as the dominant race of the galaxy, engineered to follow a pseudo hive-mind which dictate most of their actions and goals. Cameron himself, was considered to be a rare exception, in that he was a infiltrator, meant to bear a human facade to slip into the key positions of armies, so that the betrayal would be effective and swift at a single signal from Alpha herself.
When it comes to the malicious metal beings... With what psychic powers he had, all he could feel from them was pure malice towards all beings of flesh and blood, as well as a toxic mix of hate, disgust, arrogance, and many different sinful emotions. At least it gave him the virtue of a definite enemy, something that would make things easier back where he was.
If only he could find allies... There has to be people that share the same situation as him. With the charisma that Cameron Hich's idealism and kindness gives, it should help people in trusting him, as he is in genuine need for allies, despite his directive to not get attached. to humans and other beings at all. Without Alpha here, his only choice is to trust himself until he can reconnect with the hive-mind to clarify the situation.
For now, his only move was to keep evading the detection of those metal beings, and continue to the nearest planet. Thankfully, when he was dragged from his reality by some sort of warp phenomenon, his Tenjin was supplied to full power, which means that he can handle fighting for a while, until he can find friendly aid to help supply him.
Wait... There was a colony ahead... and although it was in ruins... The sensors picked up faint signals from it, and none of them match the previously designated hostiles that he observed. Perhaps... just perhaps, his aid might come sooner than expected.
Now all he had to do... while he set his course towards the colony... is to rehearse his own 'mask', so that he doesn't instigate distrust among the possibly cordial people that might be sheltering in those ruins...
“Someone approaches...it looks like another otherworldly Knight Lord Custodes.”
The Ravaged Commissar said
“Another castaway, be cautious we do not know the intentions of these newcomers, any new arrival could pose a threat.” Hazantcore was aware of the random nature of the abductees at this point they were cooperative but it had no uniform selection knowing the nature of the warp alone but even this storm was strange…
One of Cyclonus’s drones detected an energy signature in the tattered cities amongst the rubble, his quarry had shown itself.
“Drone, deploy your counterparts to do a sweep. I’ll watch from the skies” he was of course addressing Ouroboros, he did not hold something without a spark as an equal. The same applied with that mad artificial intellect based off a pathetic Human mind.
“Drone? I am no drone!” Ouroboros scoffs, “But very well, I’ll send my drones to scout for our targets.”
The SF ringleader put heavy emphasis on the word drones as she turns to go send out her troops; finding offense in the very idea that SHE was a drone when she was in fact one of the smartest people in this group. A few minutes later, the scout swarms were released, splitting into dozens of patrols that glided down towards the colony in which she had been tasked with searching.
“Drone… Bah, how dare they. My army makes me a cornerstone of this entire operation. Calling me a mere drone, ridiculous…” Ouroboros mutters to herself as she walks, giving scouts their orders to sweep the area.
"Mill, could we find another way? Playing cat and mouse with small ships is not elegant at all."
Dessler was impatient. Following two small rats with the speed of a snail was not his style. As much as he rejoiced in watching a certain ship overcome the odds, those two were not on the same level as that legendary foe, the Yamato. So, he ordered the green-skinned Gatlantean to find another way.
"Of course. I am the eyes and ears of Emperor Zworder, such a task is trivial."
"We found a place where our wave engine can be used. It's on the edges of this small planet, Sedna."
"Did you also find what is blocking our way?"
"I did. It's a series of devices that blocks certain warp frequencies. As long as these devices are active, we will be unable to fly to Earth. Also, it looks like one of the devices is located on this space colony."
"Neither Gamillas nor Iskandar has wave motion jamming technology yet. Iskandar can amplify wave motion energy with the Cosmo Reverse, but to stop it is another story..."
"Iskandar, a race that has studied wave motion since its antiquity, has been unable to develop a means to jam it."
"Besides, a colony shaped like an hourglass? Only humans have the audacity to revive relics of the past. It means another advanced species, one that found a way to disrupt warp technology, is using that as their base of operations."
"By relics of the past, you refer to the Yamato?"
"Mill, relics are like that, relics. Anyway, did you find how these things work? And how to stop them from working?"
"Yes. They use some sort of graviton engine to disrupt space and stop it from bending. I do believe that if we destroy one of them, it will disrupt the others, creating an opening of only two seconds for this ship to warp towards Earth."
"What is the distance between this hourglass and Sedna?"
"100 skandis."
"And from Proxima Centauri to Sedna?"
"120,000 skandis."
"I also suggest you target this colony. There is a weird energy coming from this other one."
"Alright, let us do as you say. We will warp to Sedna, and lay low until the Dessler Cannon's charge is complete. After that, shoot it down in one swift move and warp using the recoil energy."
"You want the ship to explode?!"
"If the Yamato did it, so can we."
The preparations were over. Neue Desura has arrived at a certain area near Mars, where its Wave Motion Engine could work. Dessler slowly took off from his golden throne, and walked towards a golden standard, which transformed itself into a cannon-like apparatus. Leaning over it, and holding over the trigger as he gazed upon the iron sight, he gloats to the Gatlantean of the true power of such a weapon.
"It is time, Mill... let me show you the power of a Wave Motion Gun."
He adjusted the small lever at the other side, calibrating the aim, as well as the energy levels.
"Hourglass, twelve o' clock. Energy level... 70%... 80%... 90%..."
At the engine, wave motion was being produced, as it glows yellow. Many rods were being connected to the cannon's barrel, minus the golden central one. Afterwards, the yellow became a purple glow.
"Coordinating aim... pressurizing the beam width..."
All windows of the ship, including those of the bridge, were covered by an iron curtain, and the barrel started to collect a purple energy around itself. A hologram gleamed on the middle of the bridge, right in front of Dessler, with a three-dimensional image of the target; an hourglass-shaped space colony.
"Safety shutters online."
Then, on the iron sight, a crystal emerges, showing the energy levels.
"100%..."
"110%..."
Mill, the green-skinned Gatlantean, smiles. So does Zworder, who from afar, was watching the whole spectacle with certain anticipation. He, who threw emotion away, wanted to see for himself.
To see what Teresa sees on the Yamato.
"120%..."
Dessler knew of what Iskandar did in the past.
"130%..."
If he loved Starsha, why did he develop a weapon she abhorred more than anything else?
"140% Full Charge."
That colony had people living on it. But if they were victims of alien colonizers... maybe death was their best option. Dessler, knowing fully well his decisions destroyed any and all relations he had with Iskandar... simply pushed the trigger, without hesitation.
"Dessler Cannon... fire!"
A purple wave propagated from the barrel, and fired itself at enormous speed. Space, where nothing could be heard, has made a sound. This wave of destructive energy bent it to the point it made noise.
Wave Motion Gun. It was the equivalent of shooting millions of black holes as a coherent wave.
And it showed, as in less than one second, the colony was blasted to oblivion. At the same time, the ship surrounded itself with spinning triangular rings, the recoil of the Dessler Cannon pushing it through subspace with its massive force. If he was one second late, it would be his end. If he didn't rush, the ship would crash against space itself, causing a huge explosion.
Thankfully, it wasn't the case. The warp was a success.
The eternal detected a massive energy spike and its primitive alarm klaxons went off at Obsidian's receptors. He noticed one of the space colonies was missing...a physical impossibility of something with such mass unless it was...suddenly evaporated. Whoever blasted that pitiful excuse of a space colony they had firepower on par with his own people.
Obsidian was not having a good day more than that the sadistic fools that rule these colonies would find the nerve to blame him for their loss of their comrades and slaves. Not that the mewlings of organics bothered him but he wasn’t one to toss waste next to where he recharged. He had to obtain this ship and bring its crew to a heel then he would be mobile and even more fearsome…he prepared to open the comms.
“Unidentified vessel you are intruding upon the territory of the one true ruler of Cybertron, you WILL power down your vessel and surrender or perish.”
The Eternal’s armament was pitiful by comparison to the enemy ship, even with the Eldar and Cybertronian modifications by its crew they lacked firepower but that wasn’t his sole tools at hand
The Dark Eldar ships and fighters surrounded the Neue Desura with lances ready, every single crewmember had their own agendas. Some craved revenge for their loss of valuables and slaves, others sought to use the ship as a weapon to turn on each other and then this ripe new universe.