StarCorps - Invasion
Posted: Sat May 09, 2020 4:53 pm
Chapter One
The Archives of Ikan, found recently by StarCorps scientists, fought over in a fraught battle, emptied of any exploitable teknology (at least the scientists thought so) and subsequently sealed. Waiting to be abandoned once again. One last soldier is waiting for the last dropship, which will take him and the few remaining supplies back to the farther outpost...
"hmm, hmmm dummmm dadummm dudamm... jeez, how long can it take one dropship to come over here? I´m waiting like forever..."
"...at least it´s an easy day. Like a day off, actually. Hard to believe I´m getting paid for this..."
"It´s getting a bit boring, on the other hand... wait - wasn´t that hand bigger yesterday? Did I always have so tiny hands?"
"Nah, this hand is the same like always. I must be imagining things. This boring mission makes my brain..."
*malfunction!*
???
*unexpected subject in operation area. captivate. bring to interrogation room.*
*affirmative.*
"Hey, leave me alone! Let go! Who the flark are you guys anyway?"
*subject speaks spaceman-standard-language. execute basic information routine.*
"What the actual F*$k???"
*you are of inferior quality. your systems are working inefficiently. yet your ABS can be rearranged into a more efficient form. which will be done now. opposition is useless.*
"You gotta be f%&king kidding me! Who do you think you are, Beings Of Ridiculous Kybernetiks?"
*If this denomination comforts you, use it. you can also use the acronym "B.O.R.K.". It´s more effective than using the full denomination.*
"Great! With that being clarified, GET YOUR F*$KING HANDS OFF ME NOW!"
*negative.*
The voices die away as the beings get deeper into the pit. Soon there´s only muffled screams and metallic screeches, like a desperate fight going on between unequal foes. After many, many minutes there are footsteps closing in from within the main corridor...
...and the totally exhausted looking soldier stumbles back to the daylight. He seems confused. Then, all of a sudden, he straightens up, as if somebody turned a switch or something...
...which is a distressingly accurate paraphrase, for he now has several switches he did´t have before. Meet the newest member of the BORK-Kollective...
*implementing software routines... updating - app 234 of 278, please wait.... update complete.*
*drone fully integrated into kollective. political, military and geographical informations implemented. re-evaluating course of action.*
*change of primary target. repurposing command center. beginning nanobot realignment sequence. building transport ships.*
A buzzing sound - like of a million small insects - begins to fill the air. Behind the drones that leave the corridor appear some accurately straight lines of... matter. It looks like the walls, the floor and the roof are slowly dissolving and rearranging to another form... This must be this "nanobot realignment" that the previous caption spoke of...
*estimated time to finishing realignment: 1 standard hour.*
*affirmative. activating the rest of this base´s drones. calling other bases. searching for adequate ship design in database.*
"error 404, no access to ship designs yet. only basic geometrical structures available.*
*that will have to do. Zero-Zero can design us a fancy ship later on. or we incorporate a shipyard on the way. there are several options.*
*affirmative.*
More and more of the strange black stripes cover the ground, as they begin to form... ingot-shaped ships out of the former building. Meanwhile, more drones come out of the pit, immediately manning the freshly formed means of transport...
*estimated time to finishing realignment: 30 standard minutes. calculations allow five ships. all drones will fit. new destination: Cyran II. homeworld of StarCorp. LLC. primary mission objective: retrieval of Zero-One.*
*affirmative.*
*affirmative.*
*affirmative.*
to be continued...
The Archives of Ikan, found recently by StarCorps scientists, fought over in a fraught battle, emptied of any exploitable teknology (at least the scientists thought so) and subsequently sealed. Waiting to be abandoned once again. One last soldier is waiting for the last dropship, which will take him and the few remaining supplies back to the farther outpost...
"hmm, hmmm dummmm dadummm dudamm... jeez, how long can it take one dropship to come over here? I´m waiting like forever..."
"...at least it´s an easy day. Like a day off, actually. Hard to believe I´m getting paid for this..."
"It´s getting a bit boring, on the other hand... wait - wasn´t that hand bigger yesterday? Did I always have so tiny hands?"
"Nah, this hand is the same like always. I must be imagining things. This boring mission makes my brain..."
*malfunction!*
???
*unexpected subject in operation area. captivate. bring to interrogation room.*
*affirmative.*
"Hey, leave me alone! Let go! Who the flark are you guys anyway?"
*subject speaks spaceman-standard-language. execute basic information routine.*
"What the actual F*$k???"
*you are of inferior quality. your systems are working inefficiently. yet your ABS can be rearranged into a more efficient form. which will be done now. opposition is useless.*
"You gotta be f%&king kidding me! Who do you think you are, Beings Of Ridiculous Kybernetiks?"
*If this denomination comforts you, use it. you can also use the acronym "B.O.R.K.". It´s more effective than using the full denomination.*
"Great! With that being clarified, GET YOUR F*$KING HANDS OFF ME NOW!"
*negative.*
The voices die away as the beings get deeper into the pit. Soon there´s only muffled screams and metallic screeches, like a desperate fight going on between unequal foes. After many, many minutes there are footsteps closing in from within the main corridor...
...and the totally exhausted looking soldier stumbles back to the daylight. He seems confused. Then, all of a sudden, he straightens up, as if somebody turned a switch or something...
...which is a distressingly accurate paraphrase, for he now has several switches he did´t have before. Meet the newest member of the BORK-Kollective...
*implementing software routines... updating - app 234 of 278, please wait.... update complete.*
*drone fully integrated into kollective. political, military and geographical informations implemented. re-evaluating course of action.*
*change of primary target. repurposing command center. beginning nanobot realignment sequence. building transport ships.*
A buzzing sound - like of a million small insects - begins to fill the air. Behind the drones that leave the corridor appear some accurately straight lines of... matter. It looks like the walls, the floor and the roof are slowly dissolving and rearranging to another form... This must be this "nanobot realignment" that the previous caption spoke of...
*estimated time to finishing realignment: 1 standard hour.*
*affirmative. activating the rest of this base´s drones. calling other bases. searching for adequate ship design in database.*
"error 404, no access to ship designs yet. only basic geometrical structures available.*
*that will have to do. Zero-Zero can design us a fancy ship later on. or we incorporate a shipyard on the way. there are several options.*
*affirmative.*
More and more of the strange black stripes cover the ground, as they begin to form... ingot-shaped ships out of the former building. Meanwhile, more drones come out of the pit, immediately manning the freshly formed means of transport...
*estimated time to finishing realignment: 30 standard minutes. calculations allow five ships. all drones will fit. new destination: Cyran II. homeworld of StarCorp. LLC. primary mission objective: retrieval of Zero-One.*
*affirmative.*
*affirmative.*
*affirmative.*
to be continued...