Re: The Adbot's Revenge!
((Blink Shielding? Since I have no idea what that is off the top of my head, it's unlikely the Wraith would either. Granted they had a room capable of stuffing Pale's magic, but making a small room like that and actually lining your whole ship with that are two totally different things.))
It seemed Host's prayer had been answered. The bird quite literally passed through the hull of the hive, package included.
However, all good things seemed to have a price to pay, and this time it was costly.
The Banshee's would have a split second notice that the main weapons port had reached full power before it suddenly discharged. Only instead of a single shot or two targeting one at a time, it discharged close to thirty in rapid succession.
Six of them headed towards Banshee's and it would take a damn good pilot to avoid being struck by them.
The remainder it seemed were off course to hit Host's ships, surely a horrible act of shooting ....
Until they struck the outer shield of the Daedalus, causing a brilliant light display.
At the same time, dozens of drones hammered into the hive, ripping out chunks by the dart bays, creating secondary explosions as the hive attempted to launch it's darts, failing miserably.
Unfortunately this also meant that while the drones were controlled, the ship was immobile.
Each shot slammed into the shield, twenty four in all, only fifteen being absorbed. The remaining nine smashed into unshielded hull, the sheer force of them feeding back into Siphon, causing him to stagger in pain. As Host watched on in silence, as well as every one else, Daedalus was torn apart by the massive hive, exploding into a massive fireball, and then was no more.
Siphon's reaction was almost immediate. Pain raced through him as the connection he'd had with the ship since birth was instantly severed in the most painful way possible. Few people realized that he actually could FEEL what the ship felt, but now it was obvious he had all this time. Forced to one knee by the sheer pain, he growled wordlessly, his eyes rapidly flitting colors. A solid steel turret base next to him bore the brunt of his anger and pain, as he lashed out twice, denting the bottom of it so badly the turret would never be movable again.
When the pain had subsided enough he could move again, he looked up to the hive, watching as some form of beam emitted from it. He had no doubt the leader had bailed, leaving his own to face whatever would happen. A low growl escaped him, the leader was of little concern at the moment, the hive though was. He whirled around to face Host.
"You have three minutes to blow that thing up, if you don't then get your people the fuck out of there."
He took off, requisitioning a nuke from the supplies at the base, and then fastening it to the underside of a dart.
Lifting off, he spoke on a channel to all ships, save the hive's frequencies.
"Attention to all craft near the hive, you have exactly one minute to exit detonation flash range, I repeat, one minute to exit detonation flash range."
Anyone who asked what he was doing would get a chilling reply over the radio.
"Flying our bomb right down their goddamn throats. May we all meet again someday in the afterlife, if there even is one."
