Chương 217: Nova Wars - Chapter 172

What you have wroth here shall turn into a fire that will burn you from the malevolent universe. Only light emitted from your benighted planets will be a record that you existed. If that too isn't wiped from the universe. From Hell's menu I spit upon thee. - Reaches For Understanding, Mantid Diplomatic Services, 14. 5 seconds before deployment of a Mosizlak Team. The embassy wall was losing the battle. The battlescreen had failed again and the generators were unable to provide enough power to maintain them.

The projectors were overheated to the point that almost 15% of them had slagged down. The Ornislarp inside the embassy were gathered in one of the central rooms. The shelters had been compromised hours before when a crazed digital system managed to crack open the security and fill it with poisonous gas then flood it with salt water.

The computers in the embassy were under constant attack, only the cyclic rebooting of the previously compromised systems prevented the final systems from falling under control of the outsiders. The Ornislarp all trembled, huddled close. It went unspoken, but all of them were thinking it. This wasn't how it was supposed to work. They were the ones who ate. They were not the ones eaten.

They had seen with their own eyes or seen the video as four Treana'ad had grabbed an Ornislarp secguard and ripped him apart with hands and bladearms, only to begin stuffing pieces in their mouths to chew as the purplish blood and ichor ran. The humans, screaming, had ripped off chunks to chew on, purplish Ornislarp blood running down their chins. It had just pushed the mob into a bigger frenzy. It wasn't firepower that had dropped the battlescreen.

It was the Terrans hammering on it with fists, feet, random debris, and in more than a few cases, smashing their faces against it. The other species were thrown back or injured by the battlescreen. The Terrans just roared their rage with red eyes. Standing on top of a crate, blood running down her face from the pressure cuts on her forehead stood the young woman. Her clothing was torn but the blue lightning bolt and crimson handprint on her face was as intact as her eye burned crimson.

"DO NOT LET THEM ESCAPE!" she shrieked. She had no Loudenator™ but her voice, her shriek of rage, was loud enough it vibrated nearby armaglass windows. Electricity played around her feet as she lifted one fist in the air.

"WHOSE STREETS?" she shrieked.

"OUR STREETS!" came back the roar.

"HEY HEY BEE KAY WATCH US EAT OUR FILL TODAY!" the crowd roared. Bricks of ferrocrete began to crack under the assault.

"FEAR AND VIOLENCE IS OUR ALLY! THE EMBASSY SHALL BE OURS! THEN WE WILL HAVE OUR REVENGE! RIP AND TEAR AND EAT UNTIL WE ARE FULL!" she screamed. Lighting exploded from her in a corona, making the crowd cheer.

"HEY HEY BEE KAY WATCH US EAT TODAY!" The young woman stepped off the podium, onto the hands held up, and walked across the sea of rioters until she was deposited in front of the gates.

"MUSTARD GARBAGE COUGH!" she screamed, holding her hands out at the heavy warsteel gate.

"TEARS MOWN DISTALL!" Power exploded from her hands, hitting the gates. The gates tore from the hinges, bouncing twice on the paved driveway before slamming into the front of the embassy. Fifteen tons of warsteel with a ferrocrete core met armored facade at 250 mph. The facade shattered and the doors drove deep, breaking structural members, shattering support beams, destroying floor and ceiling tile.

"GET THEM! KILL THEM IN THE NAME OF THE MOO MOOS! THE DUCKS! THE PUFFIES! THE BABIES! THE PODLINGS! KILL THEM! KILL THEM AND EAT THEM AS THEY WOULD THOSE WEAKER THAN THEM!" she screamed, breaking into a run. The crowd roared its approval and surged after her.

"MY SISTER WAS ONLY TWO!" the girl screamed, not bothering to blink the blood from her eyes that ran from the gashes in her forehead, not bothering to wipe away the blood flowing from her nose or from her mouth.

"I LOST MY PREGNANT WIFE! KILL YOU! KIIIIL YOOOOOOU!" a man roared out, climbing over the debris, pausing for a moment to bite a live power wire and shake his head back and forth, his eyes glowing bright red.

"WE SHALL AVENGE MATRON T'ALKY AND HER MOOMOOS!" the Treana'ad shrieked. They didn't have red eyes, but they had memories of nostrils full of the murdered matrons scent and the scent of moomoos powering their rage.

"SHE WAS GOING BACK TO TELKAN WITH OUR PODLINGS!" a Telkan screamed, pausing to pick up a computer and throw it against the wall.

"SHE WAS FLUFFY AND NEVER HURT ANYONE!" The girl paused to throw her head back and scream. Lightning arced out, striking people around her, making their hair stand up and their eyes glow a bright whitish blue, the lightning jumping from that person to the next, until the whole crowd was joined by a red and purple web of electricity. Their eyes went whitish blue. Then red. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.

A Terran child, no more than 11, with burning red eyes, crawled over the debris next to the Telkan.

"SHE WAS FLUUUUUUUFEEEEE!" he screamed as the broodcarrier's image appeared in his mind. Of the podlings holding onto her. He grabbed a chunk of debris and threw it through the wall, the wall partially collapsing.

"FLUFEEEEEEE!" The Puntimat next to the Treana'ad suddenly saw the Matron petting a prize winning Moomoo.

"IT WAS CUTE AND MOOED!" the Puntimat screamed, grabbing a metal desk and throwing it through the wall. A Lanaktallan next to a human saw a small child holding a bunny and blowing dandelion seeds.

"I DON'T KNOW HER BUT I LOVED HER!" the Lanaktallan screamed, using all four arms to tear a hole in the wall in front of him.

"YOU KILLED HER AND I LOVED HEEEEEEER!"

"DEATH! DEATH TO THE ORNISLARP!" the girl screamed. Her scream shattered cinderblock around her and caused lights to blow out in a shower of sparks. The Ornislarp diplomats panicked, running for the roof, for the last still holding battlescreen. The guards were ordered to stay back. The last of the secslaves were ordered to use their weapons to hold off the crowd. As soon as the Ornislarp went into the stairwell, all eight of the secslaves found an empty room to hide in.

They stripped off their clothing and huddled together.

"Maybe they will think we are having an interspecies orgy?" one asked.

"They don't care about us," another said.

"I hope they eat the masters," another said what they were all thinking.

"I think they're mad," another said. The rest just stared at that one, then they all huddled down as the screaming mass broke through into the hallway outside the door.

"DEATH! DEATH TO THE ORNISLARP!" came a scream.

"KILL THEM AS THEY KILLED THOSE WE ALL LOVE!" the girl shrieked. The Ornislarp reached the roof and looked around. Bullets, rockets, and thrown debris started hitting the battlescreen. The Ornislarp huddled together. The screaming baying shrieking bellowing mob below them were getting closer. Debris started dancing on the landing pad. Tiny threads of electricity began moving underneath the debris.

A dropship painted red and yellow suddenly dropped from the sky, pulling up at the last second and hovering over the landing pad. A dozen others joined in. Dropships were landing on the roofs of buildings, landing in the streets.

"THIS PROTEST HAS EXCEEDED PERMITTED REACTIONS! BY ORDER OF THE HAMBURGER KING YOU ARE ALL NOW DETAINED! YOU MAY NOT LEAVE! YOU ARE DETAINED!" the speakers on the dropships overwhelmed even the screaming. Heavy duty heavy assault infantry power armor landed on the roof. Eight of them.

"MEAL TEAM SIX!" came the roar.

"We don't have the room for everyone. Whose lowest ranking?" one asked, stepping forward. There was slapping and yelling until one was pushed forward.

"This one. He is the lowliest." One of the heavily armored Terrans grabbed that Ornislarp, quickly slapping on restraints and a locator beacon. Two of them picked up the Ornislarp carefully. Without another word the entire team used their jumppacks to jump to the waiting dropship. That dropship peeled off and gained altitude rapidly. The other Ornislarp stared in shock. Until the doorway burst open. For a moment she was the only one there. Framed by the darkness of the doorway.

One eye cybernetic and softly glowing red. The other glowing red so brightly you could see the flesh around it.

"Her name was Linabelle." The Ornislarp screamed as the mob poured out and leaped on them, ripping at them, tearing them apart. Eating them. When they were done the dropships, still announcing that the mob had exceeded permitted levels, opened up with heavy duty stun weaponry that would kill those unprepared for it. It still took two hours. The last to be taken was the girl. A blue lightning bolt over a crimson eye. A crimson handprint over a broken cybereye.

One of the MEAL Team members grabbed her from behind, lifting her up, squeezing her. She shrieked in rage, kicking, squirming. Her breath was squeezed out. She still kicked and squirmed. When she screamed lighting erupted around her. Then she was out of breath. She still squirmed. The squirming slowed. Her chin fell.

"Good girl," the Captain said, moving up and petting her hair.

"Good girl." 0-0-0-0-0 The girl screamed and rushed forward, slamming her head against the armaglas, rebounding off of it to scream and run forward, throwing her body against the door hard enough that ferrocrete dust puffed out from the frame.

"DEATH! DEATH TO ALL WHO HAVE WOUNDED US!" she screamed as she ran up and slammed her body against the window. She began slamming her forehead into the armaglass.

"DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH!" The doctor stared for a long moment before examining his instruments. They didn't lie. They didn't sugarcoat anything. Phasic levels were rising fast.

"WE ARE NOT THE EATEN WE ARE THE EATERS!" the woman screamed. She threw her head back as she gave a primal scream.

"SHE WAS FLUFFY AND LOVING AND THEY KILLED HER!" Electricity erupted from her, arcing onto the walls, moving up and down, prying at the protective covers over the lights, prying with blue and red fingers at the armaglass to look for any weak point. The restraint jacket holding her arms close managed to finally get the phasic energy under control and the lightning cut out. The electricity cut out but instead of collapsing the woman screaming again.

"THEY TOOK HIM FROM ME! HE LOVED ME! HE WAS MINE! HE'S ALL I HAVE LEFT AND THEY TOOK HIM FROM ME!" she shrieked. She ran forward, her grippy socks giving her excellent purchase on the tile of the room of padded walls and started throwing her body against the door.

"THEY KILLED HER! SHE WAS TWO! I HAD NEVER EVEN SEEN HER!"

"LET ME OUT SO I CAN KILL THEM!" she howled.

"DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!" She beat her face against the door, the heavy door holding, but the oils of her skin leaving streaks and smears on the glossy matte black of the heavy warsteel armor. Her skin split then healed as hair thin tendrils played over the wound. She turned around, racing forward, slamming the top of her head against the padded warsteel.

"I WILL SERVE THE MATRON AND HER HATCHLINGS IN THIS LIFE AND THE NEXT, CAN YOU SAY THE SAME, ORNISLARP!" she shrieked. She knelt down and bashed her face repeatedly against the floor.

"THE DUCKS! THE SILENCE OF THE DUCKS! DEATH! DEATH AND WOE!" The doctor checked the readings again. He turned away, getting up and leaving. He knew she wouldn't sleep. None of them would sleep unless they were forced. None of them would stop. Not ever. 0-0-0-0-0 She stood up, back against the smeared armaglass, banging the back of her head against the glass. She mumbled names. Some Terran. Some Pubvian. Some T-Bug. Name after name. Now and then she'd scream. She'd scream pronouncements of eternal love.

Of eternal service. Of undying love. That she would never forget them. Their images appeared in her mind. Memories of interacting with them. She remembered holding a broodcarrier and watching the sun come up over the Puget Sound even though she had never been there. She remembered the broodcarrier's name. Her hands and arms twisted in her desire to use her fingernails to carve their names into the walls, into the glass. Into her flesh. The door opened and she stood up straight with a shriek of rage.

Massive power armor ducked through the door. The armor was enameled red and white, crossed arrows over a vertical sword on the breast plate, with an infinity symbol with a 1 and a 0 in the open spaces on the other side.

"There you are, sister," the armored figure said as the girl rushed her. The girl threw herself against the armor, trying to drive knee strikes into it, slamming her face against it.

"DEATH! DEATH!" the girl shrieked.

"I LOVED HER! I LOVED HER!"

"I know, sister, I know," the woman said. She grabbed the girl in her armored arms, lifting her up. Lighting collected them and the armored head tilted back as the armored figure gasped. The girl went limp, falling into conciousness.

"Praise to the Digital Omnimessiah that you have been found, little one," the armored figure said. It turned and left the room, leaving the door open.

"You shall dwell in furious glory and violent joy," the figure said.

"Praise be unto Daxin's name."