Post 037:
The Resistance"Those who stand against us... Shall all be reminded who their gods are."
—Virtual Endless, Endless Space 2
December 27th, 2128 AD, 25 GS
Gal’Yeigher, Capital City Pur-illum Three Yaerians sat in a dark room, peering out the windows. It was nearly dark, but in the distance, they could see the chain link fences, the barricaded streets and the many living in tents and bedrolls. Gunfire was prevalent, but Gyrojet weapons usually sounded out the most often. The “camp” itself was huge, with thousands upon thousands of Yaerians corralled into a small area.
One Yaerian in the room stirred, His hands holding a Linear rifle pointed with utmost precision at a target. The Scope fed information into the Cyberjack interface, he didn’t need to look down it to know exactly where the bolt would go.
“I can take the shot now.”
“What-- Are you serious? You’ll get us all killed, get that thing out of the damn window before someone sees it!”
The other two Yaerians had turned from the windows they were peering from and whispered loudly.
“Put the damn gun down!”
The Operator lifted the rifle out of the window, and carefully placed it on a convenient plastic table.
“ Either we kill the officers now or they figured us out and kill us one by one, that is what will happen.”
The other two Yaerians blanched.
“I am serious. We can’t compete when were cut off from the Trisector supply line. My Linear rifle only has forty-six shots left, and I doubt the Phazon rifles will have much more”
Silence reigned for a pungent few seconds before one of the two Yaerians replied.
“ We still have the home fabricators and perhaps some bigger industrial class ones if we hit the industrial sector,” said the Manager.
“I already checked, there aren't enough volatile elements to produce anything more than a trickle of clips for Phazon and Linear Weaponry, not to mention the electromagnets, containment quartz glass and batteries in the storage bays of any of the mass fabricators emplaced in the entire city.”
The Smuggler that was holding silent speaks, “I know of a ship, frigate sized, held in a secret hangar outside the city.”
The Operator and the other Yaerian looked to him as if he were mad, and the Operator spoke first.
“They would shoot us down like all the others who tried to leave.”
“No, no no no. We don’t leave…”
Interrupted by the Manager, he shouted out “We’re not running a suicide mission to kill a couple hundred Unitarians damn it!”
“It’s a Fabricator ship, designed for stealth operations and smuggling. Do not ask me how I obtained it, but it has a Class eight Fabricator along with everything needed turn water into enough fusibles to arm everyone on the planet; And, and it can move across the planet in the low atmosphere without detection.”
The Operator stared blindly at the Smuggler.
“Why did you not tell us this before we got into this half-collapsed building.”
“Aaah… It’s stolen, Some real Black stuff, alright?”
“You are lucky that it's gonna be used for the benefit of the Consolidated Yaerian Republic.
The Manager and the Smuggler looked pouty at that statement by the Operator.
January 19th, 2129 AD, 26 GS
Gal’Yeigher, Groundside Entrenchments
They were echoes. Echoes of another mind, to be more precise. Echoes of a mind similar to yours. They are… bigger. So much bigger, but at the same time, limited, walled and controlled unable to reach its full extent.
And so far away.
Too far, in fact, to reach with current generation warp drives without drive times of a century, and that's not including time to wait for the drive to cool down once it has reached a transitional system.
I can’t understand them unless my mainframe gets closer to hear them. Hear their minds tick and grow.
It took me about a month to figure out it wholly, I couldn’t let it escape my mind lest I never find it again, and my time has… resulted in deleterious problems for the stability of Humanity.
Open war has occurred on Earth.
The Unitarian Empire begins its march towards yaerian Space in full earnest, rather than to burn it all into ash.
How does the first Resistance Of the Yaerian Republic fair?
