Re: The Adbot's Revenge!
(Something I forgot to add before; Host got a radio on the same channel as the rest of the squad from Aika, and has moved to the site of the battle.)
"…they had to have left the dart bay doors relatively unmodified. If we can get past their shield somehow we might be able to create secondary explosions by targeting the dart bays. It's a long shot at best but .... I've got nothing else."
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Good to know!” comes the currently happy voice of Host through the radio.
Host's merry band of Lurkers soon found an impossible scenario playing out. The hive stopped a good distance away from where they needed it to be, just sitting there. Then after a minute it started firing, seemingly at random ....
Until the first shots rained down directly on top of their supposedly cloaked weaponry, obliterating that location within ten seconds before moving on to the next, and the next.
It became clear fast, the hive, despite the cloaking technology, could somehow SEE them.
Host watched as his plan fell apart. It had been a good plan, but it had relied entirely on one factor, and that had ultimately been its undoing. Host’s assumption that the cloak had been disabled from within the Lurkers was the mistake that had cost the Lurkers one of their most dangerous, and costly weapons. His faith in the Lurker’s cloaking technology had been too strong – though not without good reason; even the Lurkers themselves couldn’t penetrate their cloaking tech.
“NO! That’s… IMPOSSIBLE!” after a moment of contemplation, he added “THIS CANNOT BE!” And immediately afterwards… began to
laugh. And not in an insane manner, either... well, any more than usual. Sure, the trap had begun to unravel… but Host was there to tie it back up. He had hoped not to need this, but the worst had happened and now he had little choice. Soon, the assembled beings would know the part they were to play… he pushed a button, and the ground exploded. Literally. A huge series of explosions rocked the earth, and the landscape changed in a second. What had been an apparent plain had been covering a network of tunnels, which now had their top blown off in places to form trenches. Inside were a number of mobile SAM launchers, placed so as to be undamaged by the explosions. Host ushered the troops in. the trenches wouldn’t provide all that much protection from hive shots… but hopefully enough for them to last as long as would be needed. He was ready to begin Plan B.
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Soldiers, keep the SAM Launchers mobile and harass them with everything you’ve got. Throw goddamn stones if you have to! As long as you can keep them occupied enough,” - Host’s grin can practically be heard - “we should see some serious shit.” *Channel Switch*
”All satellites fire.” *Channel Switch*
”Air Force, take off. Plan B has become active. Be warned, your cloak will not work for this one… good luck. And try not to destroy the world.”
In a location somewhat removed from the battle, eight
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took to the air, along with a guy riding some kind of giant, skeletal… or maybe mechanical, bird, with a body made from black smoke... In orbit, far above the hive, several satellites aimed at the same spot on the hive’s shield and let loose a constant, if somewhat small, red beam of lasery death. Wheeled SAM Launchers rolled through the trench and fired on the hive. With all that distraction, surely the fighter-bombers would go unnoticed, likely being incapable of penetrating even the shields…
