Humans and Boredom III
Interceptors and fighter craft.
Almost nothing in the Galaxy can go toe to toe with a Human built Dreadnought. Practically nobody had built anything even close to that size before Humanity emerged and shocked everyone with such an arsenal, and now a few are looking to catch up. Most had figured that at least the smaller Human ships would be somewhat equivalent to their own existing ones. They were wrong.
While the neural interface drone swarms were actually comparable to our own in both design philosophy and usage for civil and military needs, what they call "Fighters" were terrifying.
Armed with countless weapons facing forward and incinerating thrusters out back, there's nothing one of these small dual or single pilot vehicles wouldn't try to pick a fight with. And probably win. Save for a direct hit to a core section, the typical Human redundancies and manual overrides for literally every system make taking one of these nimble horrors out a challenge.
A full squadron?
Pray.
So, despite their already ludicrous advantages, the Humans never stop upgrading and innovating. There is no such thing as a ceiling for any aspect of their weapons. In with the new, out with the old, as they say. When we asked what happens to the things that become outdated or obsolete, they said that if it can't be retrofitted anymore, it gets sent to a recycling station. They naturally have a specific one for military hardware to maintain secrecy.
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At said station two operators were having a slower week and Patricia decided to try something different with all these old drone piloting kits and scrapped fighters and transports.
After convincing Matthias, they mounted gravity hooks on a bunch of vehicles and set the drones on a bunch of junked boosters, and programmed them to move in a partially randomized pattern towards the main atomizer bay. While they would gently float around to their demise, after a coin toss, Patricia would try to block a different set of much faster, thruster-enabled scraps, controlled by Matthias and which had deconstruction lasers instead.
The goal for Matthias was to turn as much mass of the slow moving horde into slag before they reach the end. Patricia would use whatever other junk is around to strategically shield the horde from taking direct hits to get as much of it into the bay. You get disqualified if you target the gravity hooks/lasers. Whoever "recycles" the most spaceship mass wins and gets first dibs on any one thing they want from the next shipment. Well, anything that isn't explicitly marked "Classified" in the manual.
Matthias dominated the first match and they both agreed to significantly reduced the laser potency and control only two at once. The second match was far more fair and Patricia, still in control of the horde, managed to eke out a win. They thought about doing a best of three, but realized they had in their excitement completed the entire week's worth of scrapping in an afternoon.
So they decided to play some board games with the few leftover scraps, both to just pass the time, and to appear busy to any supervisor who might make a surprise visit.
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Slut.
When your captain says he wants to play invader, but unfortunately not with your body.
Gamma shift
This is part three of my Quintoverse series, an AOS AU, where everything is the same, except Spock channels a little more of his inner Zachary Quinto.
Based on this
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Original concept sketches for Space Invaders by Toshihiro Nishikado, 1979
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A mysterious white creature suddenly appeared in the police station.
All special force officers reacted immediately.
But the creature didn’t seem to be afraid and transformed into a humanoid shape, with its color remaining white.
The officers didn’t know how to handle the creature, but they found themselves unable to move. It seemed as though the creature had taken control of their bodies and invaded their minds.
"I am the commander of the advanced troops from Planet MetalEroNull, a.k.a. Planet MEN, Earth is declared to be our colony, you will surrender"
The chief officer wondered in his mind, "Troops? Where are they? Above us?"
"They are here. You are them. You have been enlisted. Your upgrade began 3 minutes ago."
The officers noticed their body armor had been converted into alien metal. ‘What th…’ was their last scream as humans.
"Hunter units online, waiting for orders."
"Hunt your ex-colleagues down, they are also enlisted, make them your brothers again!"
"It will comply!" They all replied in union.
Officer Nelson returned and found the situation to be very strange. There was no chatter, only numerous metallic clinks and hydraulic sounds.
He opened the door and was soon surrounded by alien robots.
"You are enlisted. You will be upgraded. You will submit."
The robots were powerful, but Nelson, the best cop in the squad, resisted. He nearly made it to the car and was about to drive away; however…
"Nelson, join me; we are always brothers." A familiar voice transported into his mind.
He immediately recognized that was his little brother in blood, Matt.
Suddenly, he knew he had no choice but to submit; it was the only way to take care of his brother, since Matt could not be converted back to human.
"I submit, please make me one of you."
The conversion procedure was not lengthy. Unit-NLSN001, once known as Nelson, became fully functional in just a few minutes. Yet, the pleasure of serving the higher intelligence alongside his brothers would last forever.
"This unit is programmed to hunt down all males within its visual range. Every male should be enlisted in the master’s invading troops. All humans are to serve their new master."
The commander, both pleased and satisfied, promoted Unit NLSN-001 to captain of the hunter squad.
They would first capture their former colleagues, followed by the criminals they were already familiar with, and then the citizens in their vicinity. All males would be converted, and additional types of robots would be manufactured.
Finally, a real alien robotic army would be created, and the Earth would welcome a new era as the colony of an alien master.
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