Sunday, November 17, 2013
Friday, November 8, 2013
Zenith’s controls were lighter than a single-pilot fighter-ship. Zenith’s responses to Jeeda’s manipulations instantaneous and without lag. Jeeda’s commands were being conveyed through her physical connection to helm- her only connection to Zenith. HHhH er two hands were on the controls just as she had always piloted and those physical commands entirely controlling the mechanisms of the ship. It was piloting by instinct alone and it was far faster than a mental implant could have delivered the data because Jeeda was not piloting by thought alone. The concept of using mental implants-the Staval called them links- for piloting the Blue-ships had been considered. The technology was available with the open Staval data-bases and would work with humans once adapted for humans but the idea had been scrapped. It was human instincts which were to be counted on if the human race was to stand against the Antz and for that to occur the recessives needed the full activation of both mind and cells. It was this link of mind and cells which gave the recessives their unique abilities and which would be their only chance of survival when combat was joined with the new Antz Blue-ships.
Ahead lay the Antz/Staval Armada and towards it Zenith rushed under Jeeda’s sure control. Jeeda’s face held an expression new to Welby’s experience. It wasn’t the mad smile of previous eras but the smile was there nonetheless. It was the smile of the acceptance of the challenge- but Welby could detect none of the madness he had expected to find there. The madness he had seen in her face on every instance they had gone to battle together except this time. Welby couldn’t predict if that would be a good thing or a bad thing as they came within range of the Antz weaponry but he was fully aware of what Jeeda Collins had become and he was here because he had every confidence Jeeda would once again win the day. Despite the battle ahead and the worrisome look of keen anticipation on Jeeda’s face, Welby was confident the human race had created the weapons which would be the Antz undoing. If not then Welby was sure this would be the end of the road for the human race. The remaining human forces would be mopped up quickly with the demise of the 111th, but if that was to be the outcome, then Welby could think of no place he would rather be. No matter the outcome this was where Welby wanted to be. The outcome of this battle would tell the tale of human’s further place in the Universe. If this battle were lost so too would the human race be lost and no place far enough to run. This was the pinnacle battle which would decide human’s further existence and the outcome by no means assured. Welby felt a kind of keen anticipation himself and even felt the smallest smile attempt to tug at his lips- at the irony of the whole affair- but it slipped away and Welby couldn’t bring it back. The cold hard truth was that the implacable, indestructible human war machine had finally found a worthy enemy.
Jeeda was unaware of Welby’s scrutiny. Nearly all of her awareness was directed inward and her instrumentation all but forgotten- including the main-screen visual feed of the Antz Armada ahead. If she had noted Welby’s scrutiny it wouldn’t have been a new experience. When Jeeda flew into battle every eye that could find a spare moment found itself mesmerized by the Admiral’s expression- usually that of mad glee. Welby had nothing to do at the moment and shouldn’t have been here though now that he was, there was little for him to do. The battle was entirely in Jeeda and Zenith’s control.
Under Jeeda’s calm sure control Zenith twisted and floated sinuously through the first stalks of blue fire erupting from the forward ships of the Antz Armada- even as the alarms went off warning of that incoming fire. With a calm ease that astonished the four others aboard- Zenith included - Jeeda floated the massive ship effortlessly through the bolts as if somehow they were magnetically repelled by them and the bolts themselves pushing Zenith out of the way. With a familiarity that was scary Jeeda rode the bolts, moving just out of the way and the bolts flashing by only meters from the hull of the ship, so that at the next moment she might step Zenith in the other direction to avoid the bolt which arrived just where they had been. The visual feed became a solid mass of blue fire as Zenith closed and then the enemy was targeting Zenith with everything it had with a clear line of fire.
Welby could see nothing but blue streaks of fire reaching out from the Antz on the forward screen and Zenith dancing among them with outward confidence. Zenith seemed to be buoyed upon waves of magnetic or some other type of physical repulsion issued by the bolts themselves. As two magnets could not be forced together backwards neither could the blue bolts force themselves onto the ship- as if Zenith was being magnetically pushed away by some force within the bolts themselves. Zenith’s velocity was slow and graceful yet the walls of blue fire pouring around them left Welby with no doubt as to the danger they faced. Welby could make nothing of the mass of blue which flashed around them so he watched Jeeda because it was the emotions now visible on her face that told the tale for Welby. Jeeda’s hands were fluid gracefulness upon her controls and her face told the tale of her new confidence. A sudden new confidence told by the look of retribution now written on her face, written on a face that now knew the Antz could be defeated.
Jeeda rolled and twisted Zenith through the barrage operating on instinct alone. Her wholeness of awareness was giving her an almost precognitive warning of the incoming fire her consciousness could not fathom until Zenith was sliding through yet another barrage unscathed and it was she who had piloted them through it. It wasn’t precognitive ability however but her heightened awareness and reaction time that allowed her to act before her mind could fathom what she was doing- faster than her mind could send electrical signals across synapses much less the added processing time of having to think it through. The Staval energy beams traveled much faster than electricity across synapses and Jeeda’s visual perception of the battle was little different than Welby’s though through her cognizance of her cell’s awareness in her mind’s eye she could see the bolts coming almost in slow motion. Then suddenly Zenith herself caught up to real-time as the fire cleared for a millisecond and Jeeda launched Zenith directly at the Antz Armada. Instantly Zenith’s cannons were pouring blue fire at the suddenly scattering Antz Armada, scattering before the blizzard which was the 111th descending upon them from every vantage and then Jeeda had her first glimpse of the true power the Blue-ships wielded. Zenith’s first shot completely obliterated an enemy and suddenly it was every ship for itself.
“Registering multiple entry points!’ Zenith warned but if Jeeda heard it wasn’t apparent. Jeeda was fighting her own battle, her attention turned entirely inward, her concentration on fighting the battle which she was sure would end with the destruction of the Antz Armada, but it was a battle which had just become numerically unbalanced. What was to become an unending parade of Antz Armadas began entering real-space around the battle, flanking the 111th as it decimated the first decoy Armada. Then they joined the battle.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Leethea was wearing a thong and fanny pack and armed with a Fsyth blaster and that was all. Reptiles, nor either of these girls, were particularly worried about public nudity- no matter what body they happened to be wearing at the time. I had chosen armor gear- cool when it’s hot, warm when it was cold and impervious to much but a direct blaster attack- and was bedecked neck to ankle. A Fsyth would never wear footwear unless it was part of a spacesuit. I had two blasters and a fresh deck of playing cards- human’s most notable contribution to the Cosmic society and already spread throughout the Universe undoubtedly. I was about as ready as I would ever be. “Let’s go see this place.” I said.
Those around us were all Juvenile to us by many degrees. It was like slaughtering incompetent novices. They were all well trained, even Masters of the art of the weapon each carried, but they could not perceive the blinding speed with which we attacked. I parried an attack from my left and then stabbed the Palag through its neck before it realized its blade had even been deflected. Then I quickly yanked it free, coated in black blood, before the Palag I had stabbed in the neck began to fall, parried another blade among the mass either chopping or stabbing at me, and another and another and another, much faster than the thought, operating on muscle memory alone, before finding the barest sliver of a moment to strike back. While my Cumosachi wove a defensive ring of steel around me to my right, and my cane-sword danced the same caper to those on my left, as I swung the cane-sword back to parry yet another attack I let my arm slip out to its farthest reach and the tip of the blade opened the great black teardrop shaped eye of one of the Palag whose blades I had just parried there. As the Palag staggered back my cane-sword cavorted on, and the opening the Palag had left in the ring around us was filled with the next eager attacker. They came blithely on.
My Cumosachi Katana, though longer and heavier, moved with a grace that seemed to be animated by the blade itself. The balance of the Cumosachi was unmatched by any weapon I had ever held, excepting only possibly, the blade I had given my son, and it moved as with a life of its own, floating, weaving and buoyant among the blades besieging me, occasionally darting out to sever hands, nick the great black teardrop shaped eyes, or even liberate completely their overlarge heads with a deft slice at their thin, scrawny appearing necks.
Sonafi, smaller and more nimble than I, and fighting with her shorter weapons, was often away from my back as she literally danced among the attacking Palag, I trying to maintain our proximity only to find her once again beside me and expecting me to parry blades that were descending on her as she slipped under one or another of my arms to slice the unsuspecting Palag in front of me.
No two humans could have fought the way we did. We could not view all of our attackers all at once. They came from everywhere all at once but not in a coordinated attack that we might fight them in a systematic manner. We picked our targets on a most imperative basis, but it was all instinctual, autonomous and reflexive. We did not have time to think, to calculate. We had to act in the now. Their blades fell from every direction, and we fought them like the demented beings that we were.