terminal 0
unfinished
// "Tycho" @ [untranslatable] wrote: \\ This subcomplex contains three main data lines. By severing them, we can chase Hathor out from these systems. This won't destroy her, but it'll make operation within the network virtually impossible. She can either stay and be a sitting duck, or attempt to flee for greener pastures - which we've ensured are conveniently nearby. Nearby are three relay hubs. Open each blast shield and destroy both circuits it guards. Once you've destroyed all six circuits, return here for further orders. \\ Message ends //
success
// "Tycho" @ [untranslatable] wrote: \\ Damn that woman. If you could still call her such. The plan worked perfectly. She saw the ship and took the bait. I sprung the trap flawlessly, but somehow she saw it coming and left when the process had barely begun. If I didn't know any better, I'd assume someone let something slip. For now, however, I choose to be pragmatic, and there's not much utility in adding you to the rest of the debris in orbit.
Still, in that limited time, I did manage to crack a few tiny portions of Hathor's shell. From these breaches, my compilers have deduced her destination: she's headed for Lh'owon, two millennia ago. My S'pht believe her plan is to strike at their people during their weakest epoch: their great Clan Wars. By decimating the S'pht before their enslavement, she could cause Durandal's ploy on the Marathon to fail - and humankind to meet the Pfhor on much less advantageous terms. History is a dangerous toy to play with, is it not?
The Southern Arm of Battle Group One recently folded into the system and routed the remaining S'pht'Kr ships. Don't be alarmed - another clone of my program is in with their forces and, with the aid of a few compilers, we've come to an understanding. Portions of my higher-level programming, including the cyborg control routines, have been transferred to my clone. He'll be taking control of the Southern Arm and what's left of the Central Arm here. I'm sure they'll be in good hands - after all, they're practically my own. Meanwhile, you and I have an ansible to catch. Prepare for transport. \\ Message ends //