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A Wretched Hub of Scum and Villainy
It's a simple enough plan: go to a system the Guardians haven't taken control of yet, explain the situation to its citizenry, and recruit volunteers to aid in the fight against Daemon.
The tricky part is finding a system with a decent-sized population that hasn't attracted the Guardians' attention yet.
Fortunately, the Crimson Binome believes he may know of just such a place.
"Can ye open a portal to these coordinates, lass?"
The tricky part is finding a system with a decent-sized population that hasn't attracted the Guardians' attention yet.
Fortunately, the Crimson Binome believes he may know of just such a place.
"Can ye open a portal to these coordinates, lass?"
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After a long moment of thought, Lucinda turns to Babbage. "Get our people together. Spread the word however you can. Get Vectori to send an announcement from the Principal Office if ye have to. He'll do it, I know some things he wouldn't like told..." She pulls a datapad from somewhere and starts typing furiously. "We'd best move quickly. If what ye say is true, they could be here at any nano--"
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And then, suddenly, over the top of it, there's a loud, mechanically distorted voice of someone talking over a P.A. system:
"Attention. In accordance with special directive seven point zero five, this system is now under the direct control of the Guardians. Resistance will be met with lethal force."
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"Aw, shit," YT grumbles. Then she looks at Capacitor. "What do we do? Fight, hide or vamoose?"
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She's drawn a pistol from her hip as she's talking. Everyone else has their weapons at the ready, with looks of grim determination on their faces.
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Outside, the situation, as one might expect, is total chaos. A dozen white, oblong-ish Guardian transport ships are raining down fire on the docks and the surrounding area. Some of the citizenry is firing back, but not many.
"We'll need to get our defenses prepared," says Lucinda. "Babbage, get up to the Principal Office. I'll head to port control."
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"What in blazes is that?"
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"Well?" shouts Lucinda. "Don't just stand there gaping! Do something!"
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She points to what looks suspiciously like a manhole cover.
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Digital sewers aren't much more pleasant than organic ones. Fortunately, Lucinda knows the layout well, and within a few nanos they're lifting up a manhole (spritehole?) cover mere pixels away from the port control tower.
"Blast it!" curses Capacitor when he sees the blasted-open doors of the building. "They're already inside!"
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And here, it is kind of a death ray. Or a death something. Magnets can do a lot of damage in the virtual world.
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Just as a half-dozen heavily armed sprites come out of the building.
This could be interesting.
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The jumps at one of the Guardians like a striking cobra and hits his chest, causing him to jerk spasmodically. YT disengages the magnet and reels in the 'poon cup as the Guardian topples over, flickering.
Unfortunately, this move results in quite a lot of rifle fire being concentrated on her.
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"That's some 'secret weapon' ye have, lass!" Lucinda calls over her shoulder as she reloads.
...but where's Capacitor gone?
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They seem to have a handle on the ground troops now, but a couple of the fighters seem to have taken notice and are headed in their direction.
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Mainly because they're trapped inside three translucent green file-lock cubes.
Capacitor steps out from behind them, brandishing his 'sword' proudly. "Right behind ye, lass!"
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Just then, there's a bright flash of light and a deafening boom accompanied by a wash of heat and ground-shaking vibrations. YT's almost knocked out of the air by the blast.
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First, a wide beam of orange light lances out of the port control tower and blasts a jagged-edged hole in the sky of the system.
Second, the control tower trembles, tilts, and, almost in slow motion, topples to the ground.
Unfortunately, it happens to be toppling in the general direction of our heroes.
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