The two siblings sat in their mecha and were enraptured by the man on their comms displays. The man was older and looked to be in his 60s. He had short cropped grey hair, intense blue eyes, and a kind, fatherly smile.
"Thank you both for the presents," he said. "I'll make sure to put them to good use."
"I'm glad you approve, father," said the female.
His face beamed at her, which filled her with warmth. But his expression turned solemn after a few moments. His voice was patient and calm, but carried a hint of worry in his tone.
"Are… you both sure you wish to stay there? You're free to set the drones loose and come back home."
His words tore through their hearts, and they couldn't help but wrench their faces slightly. To be honest, I wasn't sure what kind of antagonists the Prophets of Gaea were, until I started writing Synthetic Terror. I initially envisioned them to simply be militant extremists. I hope you like where they're headed.
Sunflower's warning immediately got the cadets' attention, and everyone quickly swarmed towards the front. They forced themselves to remain calm and collected as they double-checked their weapons while they looked for cover. Not everyone was right up at the very front - their drones had taken those spots, so as to absorb the brunt of the enemy's first attack. There were some cadets up on the front line as well, but they kept to the sides and acted more like lookouts rather than direct combatants. Everyone else was staggered all over the streets behind reinforced cover, shield walls, and other fortifications. The melee wings were crouched low and hidden at the frontline flanks, Eva among them. They were itching for a fight, but needed to wait for the right time. Going out there right at the start would only lead t
"That's unit leader to you," she snapped back. Eva's electrolance was getting torn to shreds bit by bit by Darius' relentless attack. Its tip was basically gone, and much of its smooth metallic shaft was shredded down to its electrical skeleton. The exposed generator underneath flickered chaotically, and small arcs of electricity leapt out of it and into the air. Eva felt its charge slowly dwindling. "Why're you even after me?" she continued. "What do you care?" "Why?" he sneered, "'Coz you're the big fish! All the cadets revere you!" Eva scoffed at him. Being stronger or faster didn't mean his victory was assured. Grizz' arrogance was a symptom of his own self-inflicted men
Mia cried out in anguish when her brother was killed, but now she was all alone with no-one to comfort or console her. Her sobs echoed flatly within the confines of her core. She had already prepared herself for this moment, but it still struck her hard. Experiencing loss was nothing new to her. It was something she became familiar with the moment her Father came into her life. But Darius was different. She grew up next to him, and together they had played and laughed and bonded for pretty much all of their lives. They were together, even when Father was teaching them or preaching his manifesto. Their bond was strong, and his sudden absence left a gaping wound deep within her. As the chaos of battle ensued all around, th
During the last few cycles that remained of their time at the academy, the surviving cadets helped try to put the training yard back to the way it was before. With everyone pitching in, from the sergeants to Commander Riddell himself, things more or less got back to normal. At least, on the surface. They rounded up all of the drones and put them back into storage, though they tightened down their security and locked down their CPUs as extra added measures. They certainly didn't want this to happen again. All of the debris and wreckage were swept away, melted down, and reprinted. Much of their materials were used to repair the yard itself, though even they weren't nearly enough for everything. The two siblings had done bi
When Eva got back to Helios, the first thing she did was head back to her pad and changed into a new set of clothes. Well, technically they were the same design as her set of black, except this one had some grey highlights. It was plain, but stylish. She realized that she had coughed up 1,000 credits for a simple "reskin" and balked for a moment at the cost. It felt as though she had been robbed via microtransaction. Then she vowed to make more interesting choices next time, to make the cost worth it. Miko sent her a ping on her DI just as she had finished up, and they ended up meeting at a nearby arcade. Both of them had frequented arcades back in their old lives, and were very fond of them. Miko had gone to those
After their trip to the arcade, Eva retired back to her pad to chill out and to do a little research. Except every time she tried to get into something, Miko’s words came bounding into her head. She wondered why Miko said she was beautiful. Was it a joke? Was she trying to give her confidence or something? Eva had never believed herself to be attractive, and so couldn’t really believe anyone when they told her she was “pretty” or “cute” or “beautiful”. But to hear Miko say it so resolutely shook her a little. I’m not beautiful at all! What the hell?! In this universe, mirrors were a thing of the past. It was simply because their DI’s could mirror their faces for them. So Eva had her DI recreate her face perfectl
Eva shook with anger, disappointment, and heartache as Mack sat there with his mouth agape. Her heart was a whirl while his was flat. He broke the silence after too long of a moment, his voice soft and timid. “I’m sorry,” he said. “And I do love you, it’s just…” He trailed off, unable to say the rest, and let his words hang in the air. Eva’s brow furrowed, and her agitation barely abated at his words. "It's just that you're a selfish prick," she said. "You don't love me. All you care about is yourself! Everything you do is only so you can feel good. Who cares what happens to me, right? Who cares that you were never there? Who cares that my heart was constantly broken?"
In one of the rougher areas somewhere on Helios, a group of men sat around a table as they chatted and played a game. In their hands were a half dozen cards. There were complex symbols on each of them, and all were unique. There were more cards in the middle of the table, and they were arranged in a grid. However, they were laid out similar to dominoes, where they chained into each other and made an interesting, sprawling pattern going in every direction. Hovering above the cards was a transparent hologram that displayed the current size of the pot. It was high. It got even higher when one of the card players increased his bet a great amount. “Pallas,” he said.