Central Processing Facility Nova Prospekt
Argutus Caligula opened his holoterminal and entered his security details before waving his hand over the bioscanner. The AI spoke in it's deep, masculine rumble akin to an extremely deep voiced man
""Obvius Dato
Cogitatio de in die:
Stultus homo spem suam ponit in fortuna, logica spem suam ponit in a sapiente delectus ((A foolish man puts his trust in luck, the wise man puts his trust in logic))" It rumbed, and Caligula nodded and tapped in several commands, and then spoke
"Relatio ((Report))" He ordered, and the AI responded just a few moments later in it's deep, raucous voice
"Praelatus Meus, possibilitatem de cohibentem de alpha liques confirmatus ((My Superior, the possibility of limiting the Alpha Strain confirmed))" It grumbled, and Caligula nodded before speaking in his aged voice once more
"Ostende ((Show))" He replied, and the report popped up on the hologram, sorting into a format so he might read it most fluently and easily, the characters arranging quickly.
To: Argutus Prime Caligula
From: Argutus Gaius
Subject: Limiting Alpha Strain
Content: The subjects we have tested on have shown that it is possible to limit the Alpha Strain to make them more easily controlled, and then reestablish all their qualities when they are turned into Synths. This will allow us to mold the Alpha Strain rather than rely on outright controlling them, which might lead to their absorption into the Greater Good. Alternatively, if the Alpha Strain proves troublesome we can ensure their loyalty through memory replacement.
Regardless, the tests showed that a Saeva Simius Auctum could easily take on multiple limited individuals of the Draconian Species, allowing us to limit the Alpha Strain. Interestingly, they showed many signs of Genetic Engineering and it appears they had been engineering themselves. While we already knew this, it was to a further extent than we expected. Because of this, we are simply reverting an unnatural course in there history, and thus any form of morals on the subject can be quickly caste aside. Unsurprisingly, the edits to the DNA you suggested would result in an easy to control Alpha Strain, which can then be used to form a base species to make Synthesis more resource effective than relying on cloning them.
Out of the Ten subjects, Subjects #1 and #8 expired after we limited them. #1 was unable to adapt, #8 was amputated by Synth Soldier 59128 after he attempted to escape. 59128 has not been punished as he was unaware the subject had been limited, resulting in a response that would have merely incapacitated a Standard Draconian killing the Limited Individual.
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Central Processing Facility Nova Prospekt
The Young Draconian opened its eyes, looking around the room that was bathed in blinding white light. The voice came to him and he gasped, spinning and looking across the room
"Do not be afraid. You are participating in vital research" The voice said, and quickly he came to attach it to the figure of a Triarian in an envirosuit. Two more appear behind him and the Draconian tenses, struggling against his bindings "Check those restrains... We must run manipulation tests on the final Draconians to prepare for the Alpha Strain"
"Not my place, Praelatus Meus, but when will the Alpha Strain be ready?"
"It is not your place. The Alpha Strain will have a base population within a cycle if all goes according to schedule, ready for reaping and processing. Alpha Strain code name will be revoked upon completion, Draconian name erased, replaced with Triarian Standard Designation. We need to manipulate him. You will understand in due time" The lead Triarian said as his underlings ensured the Draconian was fully secured by the restrains. The Draconian snarled as he fought against them, and two Saeva Simius Auctum charged forwards to help restrain him.
"Stop struggling!" The lead Triarian said, his eyes lighting up a brilliant orange. The Draconian felt a force pressing down in him, and felt a sharp pain in his head. He cried out and convulsed. When the Argutus stopped the assault, the Draconian breathed heavily, gasping for air "That is but a taste of what can be done to you." The Argutus said as his eyes dulled to their normal black. The Draconian nodded slowly, submitting to the whim of the Triarii... For now. Then he saw the equipment they would be using. Gleaming blades, probes and a huge over head machine with laser cutters and odd alien utensils that caught the rooms overly white light and reflected it down
His tormented screams filled the room, and travelled out into the cold hallway as the Triarii worked...
The Young Draconian opened its eyes, looking around the room that was bathed in blinding white light. The voice came to him and he gasped, spinning and looking across the room
"Do not be afraid. You are participating in vital research" The voice said, and quickly he came to attach it to the figure of a Triarian in an envirosuit. Two more appear behind him and the Draconian tenses, struggling against his bindings "Check those restrains... We must run manipulation tests on the final Draconians to prepare for the Alpha Strain"
"Not my place, Praelatus Meus, but when will the Alpha Strain be ready?"
"It is not your place. The Alpha Strain will have a base population within a cycle if all goes according to schedule, ready for reaping and processing. Alpha Strain code name will be revoked upon completion, Draconian name erased, replaced with Triarian Standard Designation. We need to manipulate him. You will understand in due time" The lead Triarian said as his underlings ensured the Draconian was fully secured by the restrains. The Draconian snarled as he fought against them, and two Saeva Simius Auctum charged forwards to help restrain him.
"Stop struggling!" The lead Triarian said, his eyes lighting up a brilliant orange. The Draconian felt a force pressing down in him, and felt a sharp pain in his head. He cried out and convulsed. When the Argutus stopped the assault, the Draconian breathed heavily, gasping for air "That is but a taste of what can be done to you." The Argutus said as his eyes dulled to their normal black. The Draconian nodded slowly, submitting to the whim of the Triarii... For now. Then he saw the equipment they would be using. Gleaming blades, probes and a huge over head machine with laser cutters and odd alien utensils that caught the rooms overly white light and reflected it down
His tormented screams filled the room, and travelled out into the cold hallway as the Triarii worked...
Triarius, Spectre Nexus
The inside of the Planet Triarius Spectre Nexus was not as cold and foreboding as what one might expect from what was essentially a Military Police, but it was not warm either. The hallways contained Energy Doors to Offices for each Spectre. Corvus walked all the way down to his Office and waved his hand over the Biolock, the Energy door clicked off for him. In the case that power was cut, there was a fail safe. A bulkhead would slam down to stop people from passing through. Corvus entered his office and peered around
Corvus was a Spectre Overseer, There were Several Ranks of Spectre:
Spectre Overlord, the Command of all Spectres
Spectre Master, The Command of all Spectre forces of a Worlds Nexus. Only a handful of worlds contained Spectre Nexus', and Spectre Masters essentially controlled any operations led by members of that Nexus
Spectre Overseer: A sort of Section Leader, in charge of a Section of a Spectre Nexus. Some of the smaller Nexuses had just two or three Section, but most had around Eight. The one on Triarius was a massive Nexus, and had over Twenty Sections.
Spectre Officer: The lowest rank of Triarian Spectre. They were assigned a Section and took orders through it. Spectre Officers sometimes led Spectre Xenos, and other times worked in groups of their own.
He stood next to his holographic terminal, a sleek black pedestal that projected a hologram above it, tapping commands on it. He tapped in his user name, password and waved his hand over the bioscanner. His personal AI spoke to him, in a feminine voice. It wasn't the standard cold and disected speech of an Equitem AI. He had told the AI to use it's 'True' voice and personality, which essentially gave it permission for everything about it to be at it's own discretion. She had chosen a feminine Triarian voice, and though he had only seen it once he remembered her holographic avatar being a 5'6 Triarian Female that was neither beautiful nor ugly, but rather average looking. When acting formally her personality was serious, as with all AI's, but if he told her she could act otherwise she used a lot of sarcasm, though never with any malice.
"Obvius Dato
Cogitatio de in die:
Ducite in maiori bono cum vos ut a facem. Cum in facem comminuet umbras ((Access Granted. Thought of the day: Carry the greater good with you as a torch. With that torch break the shadows))" The AI said to him, and he tapped a few commands into it. He pulled up the Section reports and read over them. Technically, he could have ordered the AI to download it to his brain, but that was saved for important information and this was just basic reports, no need to bother. He tapped several commands in, sighing heavily. Then he got a notification
"Ostende ((Show))" He said, and the AI quickly replied to him
"Etiam, Praelatus Meus ((Yes, my superior))" It said, and he grunted slightly
"Potes amittit formalitas ((You can lose the formality))"
"Circa tempore ((About time))" The AI replied, and the file popped up on Screen
To: Spectre Overseer Corvus
From: Supreme Overlord Marcus
Subject: Response to Alternatives
Content: The Argutus are already working underway on some of these idea's, Corvus. You're input was useful, but we doubt it will prove resource effective to do. For now, redirect any Captured Draconians to Central Processing Facility Nova Prospekt for holding before experimentation. There may be a new Spectre Unit coming, Overseer.
The Spectre Masters and Overlords have been informed of your Above Average Service.
Continue the Above Average Service.
Bonus of 230 Civic Work Points allocated.
Bonus of two hours extra off duty time allocated.
Corvus nodded and closed the message. He tapped a few commands and shut the files down before closing down the Terminal and speaking to the AI. He'd take some of his Off Duty time now, what was the point in earning bonuses if he wasn't going to use them? He had heard of a media project was of particular interest, and he had enough Off Duty time available that he had stored over his career.
The inside of the Planet Triarius Spectre Nexus was not as cold and foreboding as what one might expect from what was essentially a Military Police, but it was not warm either. The hallways contained Energy Doors to Offices for each Spectre. Corvus walked all the way down to his Office and waved his hand over the Biolock, the Energy door clicked off for him. In the case that power was cut, there was a fail safe. A bulkhead would slam down to stop people from passing through. Corvus entered his office and peered around
Corvus was a Spectre Overseer, There were Several Ranks of Spectre:
Spectre Overlord, the Command of all Spectres
Spectre Master, The Command of all Spectre forces of a Worlds Nexus. Only a handful of worlds contained Spectre Nexus', and Spectre Masters essentially controlled any operations led by members of that Nexus
Spectre Overseer: A sort of Section Leader, in charge of a Section of a Spectre Nexus. Some of the smaller Nexuses had just two or three Section, but most had around Eight. The one on Triarius was a massive Nexus, and had over Twenty Sections.
Spectre Officer: The lowest rank of Triarian Spectre. They were assigned a Section and took orders through it. Spectre Officers sometimes led Spectre Xenos, and other times worked in groups of their own.
He stood next to his holographic terminal, a sleek black pedestal that projected a hologram above it, tapping commands on it. He tapped in his user name, password and waved his hand over the bioscanner. His personal AI spoke to him, in a feminine voice. It wasn't the standard cold and disected speech of an Equitem AI. He had told the AI to use it's 'True' voice and personality, which essentially gave it permission for everything about it to be at it's own discretion. She had chosen a feminine Triarian voice, and though he had only seen it once he remembered her holographic avatar being a 5'6 Triarian Female that was neither beautiful nor ugly, but rather average looking. When acting formally her personality was serious, as with all AI's, but if he told her she could act otherwise she used a lot of sarcasm, though never with any malice.
"Obvius Dato
Cogitatio de in die:
Ducite in maiori bono cum vos ut a facem. Cum in facem comminuet umbras ((Access Granted. Thought of the day: Carry the greater good with you as a torch. With that torch break the shadows))" The AI said to him, and he tapped a few commands into it. He pulled up the Section reports and read over them. Technically, he could have ordered the AI to download it to his brain, but that was saved for important information and this was just basic reports, no need to bother. He tapped several commands in, sighing heavily. Then he got a notification
"Ostende ((Show))" He said, and the AI quickly replied to him
"Etiam, Praelatus Meus ((Yes, my superior))" It said, and he grunted slightly
"Potes amittit formalitas ((You can lose the formality))"
"Circa tempore ((About time))" The AI replied, and the file popped up on Screen
To: Spectre Overseer Corvus
From: Supreme Overlord Marcus
Subject: Response to Alternatives
Content: The Argutus are already working underway on some of these idea's, Corvus. You're input was useful, but we doubt it will prove resource effective to do. For now, redirect any Captured Draconians to Central Processing Facility Nova Prospekt for holding before experimentation. There may be a new Spectre Unit coming, Overseer.
The Spectre Masters and Overlords have been informed of your Above Average Service.
Continue the Above Average Service.
Bonus of 230 Civic Work Points allocated.
Bonus of two hours extra off duty time allocated.
Corvus nodded and closed the message. He tapped a few commands and shut the files down before closing down the Terminal and speaking to the AI. He'd take some of his Off Duty time now, what was the point in earning bonuses if he wasn't going to use them? He had heard of a media project was of particular interest, and he had enough Off Duty time available that he had stored over his career.
Considering we have the Equestrians who can make magic weapons, the Triarii who can take over your mind and the likes, I don't think what you're suggesting is implausible, as long as it can be resisted and the likes
((Short post, in phone))
"The ashes of the Draconians fade, and what is left? Only the Greater Good! And from the ashes of the past dawns a new era!"
Spectre Report
To: Supreme Overlord Marcus
From: Spectre Corvus (Full details attached)
Subject: Alternatives
Content:
One: Subsume remaining Draconians. They could be of use to the Collective, especially in an augmented form. It is possible we could rear a docile base species from the DNA storage, and add any newly captured Draconians to it. The resources would be a drain, but they could be of excellent use to the Collective, particularly in Spectre
Two: Synthesise all on capture. They are worth more than one Corruptelae Insectum in part
Three: Amputate all on capture. It will save us the resources of shipping them around the Galaxy
"The ashes of the Draconians fade, and what is left? Only the Greater Good! And from the ashes of the past dawns a new era!"
Spectre Report
To: Supreme Overlord Marcus
From: Spectre Corvus (Full details attached)
Subject: Alternatives
Content:
One: Subsume remaining Draconians. They could be of use to the Collective, especially in an augmented form. It is possible we could rear a docile base species from the DNA storage, and add any newly captured Draconians to it. The resources would be a drain, but they could be of excellent use to the Collective, particularly in Spectre
Two: Synthesise all on capture. They are worth more than one Corruptelae Insectum in part
Three: Amputate all on capture. It will save us the resources of shipping them around the Galaxy
xD
If you are asking can it be used to power shields, then yes, like any power source
If you are asking whether the dark energy can be shielding... Do you want a suit of Armour made out of lava?
If you are asking whether the dark energy can be shielding... Do you want a suit of Armour made out of lava?
Dark Energy is pretty much exactly that. It's a highly advanced energy that can power weapons and such. It is also extremely dangerous if not handled correctly (seems the Draconians had that problem, seeing as one of their ships was damaged from it or something like that)
Hive World #291
The Draconian awoke from her slumber, peering around. She tried to move, only to find that her limbs were bound to the rocks. She pulled against them, but found that her strength had left her. She frantically peered around, and the events of the previous day came back to her. She had been dragged before a military court for the crime of being part of the Draconian Empire. There was no way she could possibly defend herself, how could she deny that she was a Draconian? They had taken her Brother for separate purposes, but she herself had been brought here... Why?
There was a growl from behind her, and she had a sinking feeling she would find out why. She turned her head, but could not see over the rock... Then a face came over... if you could call it a face. The insect-like monstrosity stared her down, skittering over the top of the rock and over her to the ground, turning around to examine it's prey. She struggled against the bindings, but in spite of all her strength she could not escape it. Then it lunged towards her, and she screamed in terror as the thing assaulted her. Then it withdrew and skittered away. She breathed heavily and frantically glanced around. Why had it left her? She looked down towards her torn and destroyed clothing. There was surprisingly little blood, and where there was blood it appeared to be from scratches as something had grabbed her rather than tried to kill her, except one wound on her that looked like a small, round hole rather than anything serious. She could feel a sharp pain in around her stomach, but she could do nothing to inspect it. She dropped her head back against the rock and closed her eyes, whispering to herself, begging for something to come and save her.
Just three hours later, nothing had. Finally, she felt a horrific pain that eclipsed anything she had felt in her life, and could see something inside her moving. She cried out in pain, and then there was a sickening sound of skin being torn, and a clawed, insect hand shot out of her chest, splattering her with blood. The hand was followed by a second hand, which tore her further open, and then a head and then a body as the monster slashed it's way out of her, and was not very large at it's current stage. She looked at it in horror as her vision faded. The last thing she saw was it beginning to devour her as it's first meal
Above Hive World #291
Spectre Craft
"Another Draconian amputated." Corvus reported, and there was a nod from the holographic Supreme Commander
"That is good. High Command reports DNA samples from multiple subjects is frozen. We have exterminated large numbers of the Draconians, we estimate there are too few to maintain a viable Gene Pool. Their extinction has been achieved. This is a grand day for all Triarii"
"Yes, Praelatus meus" Corvus said, but his tone must have shown he had some doubt, for the Supreme Commander questioned him
"You feel sorrow for them, Corvus?"
"That last one... she couldn't have been older than two cycles ((16 Earth Years)). It's a waste of good material"
"This is for the Greater Good. They are too dangerous to be left alive"
"Indeed sir, but I just feel she could have been put to a better purpose than one Corruptelae Insectum breeding. I feel they all could. I will send proposals sir."
"I await them eagerly"
The Draconian awoke from her slumber, peering around. She tried to move, only to find that her limbs were bound to the rocks. She pulled against them, but found that her strength had left her. She frantically peered around, and the events of the previous day came back to her. She had been dragged before a military court for the crime of being part of the Draconian Empire. There was no way she could possibly defend herself, how could she deny that she was a Draconian? They had taken her Brother for separate purposes, but she herself had been brought here... Why?
There was a growl from behind her, and she had a sinking feeling she would find out why. She turned her head, but could not see over the rock... Then a face came over... if you could call it a face. The insect-like monstrosity stared her down, skittering over the top of the rock and over her to the ground, turning around to examine it's prey. She struggled against the bindings, but in spite of all her strength she could not escape it. Then it lunged towards her, and she screamed in terror as the thing assaulted her. Then it withdrew and skittered away. She breathed heavily and frantically glanced around. Why had it left her? She looked down towards her torn and destroyed clothing. There was surprisingly little blood, and where there was blood it appeared to be from scratches as something had grabbed her rather than tried to kill her, except one wound on her that looked like a small, round hole rather than anything serious. She could feel a sharp pain in around her stomach, but she could do nothing to inspect it. She dropped her head back against the rock and closed her eyes, whispering to herself, begging for something to come and save her.
Just three hours later, nothing had. Finally, she felt a horrific pain that eclipsed anything she had felt in her life, and could see something inside her moving. She cried out in pain, and then there was a sickening sound of skin being torn, and a clawed, insect hand shot out of her chest, splattering her with blood. The hand was followed by a second hand, which tore her further open, and then a head and then a body as the monster slashed it's way out of her, and was not very large at it's current stage. She looked at it in horror as her vision faded. The last thing she saw was it beginning to devour her as it's first meal
Above Hive World #291
Spectre Craft
"Another Draconian amputated." Corvus reported, and there was a nod from the holographic Supreme Commander
"That is good. High Command reports DNA samples from multiple subjects is frozen. We have exterminated large numbers of the Draconians, we estimate there are too few to maintain a viable Gene Pool. Their extinction has been achieved. This is a grand day for all Triarii"
"Yes, Praelatus meus" Corvus said, but his tone must have shown he had some doubt, for the Supreme Commander questioned him
"You feel sorrow for them, Corvus?"
"That last one... she couldn't have been older than two cycles ((16 Earth Years)). It's a waste of good material"
"This is for the Greater Good. They are too dangerous to be left alive"
"Indeed sir, but I just feel she could have been put to a better purpose than one Corruptelae Insectum breeding. I feel they all could. I will send proposals sir."
"I await them eagerly"
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