Doom: Start with a tech panel

Chapter 224

Danny Freeborn is one of the oldest clinical immortals on record.We started discussions even before the federal government.He is the sole survivor of the Ludingston 194 massacre,
Participated in every war since.His Fido is the oldest in service, as is his Katz. - A clinical misanthrope, this guy has been there and done it all.His current ship is a super frigate, which he purchased from the Uranian scrapyard auction. It was armed and armored through his contacts in the hybrid space.

Therefore, we estimate that there is a 32% chance that he is alive and suffering.

He's not going to send his Fido with the Premonition Alarm unless he's sure, the old bastard who's been in every Premonition War we've ever fought.

Go to the military budget and activate the cold sleep fleet before that stuff overwhelms us.

nothing happened-
Cyborg Cooperative Internal Memo
The Great New Free Men call upon you! The Reaper giants are awakened! An attack on one of us is an attack on us all! The Reaper seeks to erase your individuality! Arise, rise up.

In fire and chrome we go to war, brothers! Nothing happens-
MANTID Free World Internal Memo

oh shit
The Terrans were outraged.

The flames scorched Daxin, the energy of filth and depravity assaulted his soul, and he gritted his teeth to hold back a scream of pain as his skin slowly melted in the hell space.His legs were exhausted and in unbearable pain, and the bones were shattered like broken glass.Every gasp was an agony, every inhalation was torture, the jagged edges of broken ribs scraping against his lungs, his scraped and punctured diaphragm shivering in pain, Try to force him to breathe in and out.Most of his teeth were shattered, leaving only two incisors and a few molars together. His tongue was burnt and torn, and tasted of acid and blood. --One eye was swollen and closed, the flesh was bruised and the eye socket was empty.The fingers of one hand were torn and broken, the wrist was broken, and the arm was slashed, but his other hand could still make a fist, which he clenched in hatred.

Every second is torture.

He hit the tinted mirror, full of fire and pain and painful memories of past wounds, the mirror bent, stretched, shattered, the glass scratched his face, his arms,

His shoulders, peeling the skin from him.When Da-shin enters the reality space, he vents his anger into the indifferent void.

Daxin screamed in rage and hatred as the hellspace slipped from his skin, Hades's massive iron gate slammed shut, and he slipped into the coolness of realspace.

Just enough for one person!
The two screams met and merged, rippling through time and space.Daxin's roar of hate shattered Leviathan's screams of curses at his roar,

The real space came back with a jerk that made Daxin complain.

I'm a man! Meat oversize! Muscle over metal!
I just want to be alone!
A Hengren, an Ogre, and a huge creature heavily nailed with plate armor swung an ax and slashed at Daxin's injured body. Daxin barely avoided it and kicked it out with one foot, pushing the giant back a step.It roared and threw a pointed fist at Dah-shin, but Dah-shin managed to get up, throw the fist aside, and slammed his own into the giant's side.it angrily
Roaring, Daxin roared angrily.The gigantic warhammer, one on each of the four arms, swung at Daxin, but he managed to throw himself aside and dodge.
The main artillery only missed Daxin by a hundred kilometers when Daxin's senses were all shifted, pulling his consciousness out of the coma and regaining consciousness, even though his subconscious and Rboi were still fighting.

Everything turned red, everything overheated, and he was having problems with heat dissipation.He threw the last of his thermal cores into the Leviathan, risking overheating and letting them explode inside his hull, using them as landmines to send the superheated material over the bow.Daxin had timed it so the C+ combat shot hit the continental shelf, what this behemoth called a bow shell penetrated kilometers of liquefied armor before "hitting" inside.

The main guns in front exploded. These huge barrels are thousands of meters long, equivalent to 800 kilometers of main guns.The Leviathan sprayed liquid alloys and metals into space, and the energy exploded outward like a sun igniting.

But the injuries, while severe, seemed to have carved out a canyon on the edge of Western Australia, and that was all.

The shock to Daxin and his warboi was when it ran.

Pulling himself back to reality, Daxin blinked, cleared the blood from his eyes, saw Leviathan was racing for the internal system, and screamed again, but this time the scream was different.

one has to endure more
The signal is omnidirectional.Across the entire spectrum, from X-rays to visible light, across every band, it can scream.

That's a new signal.Something Dah Sing had never heard of.it is new.

Like most humans, Daxin learned long ago that in this universe, Xin is usually bad.

The Wobois urged him to keep moving into the system, keep harassing the Leviathan, keep an eye on it, stalk it, don't let it run away and lick its wounds.

Instead, Dah Sing ordered the Overheat Creation Engine to build a thermal core and a high-peak decoy. 80% is slush, but he has no choice.

Leviathan pounded deeper and deeper into the system, sending out sharp signals over and over.

That's not panic.Precursor ships don't panic.

Daxin felt cold sweat sting his back as he went to slow down enough.

This is calling a friend.

No.You can only find one at a time.They hate each other as much as they hate everyone else.They decided that only one person would benefit from the limited resources of the universe, Daxin thought.

He searches his memory, urging his ship to search archives and memory banks.

to match the shape and driving characteristics of the boat.

Two of his three zero point reactors were dying, slowly heating up, and before long he would have to drain them or soak them in supercoolant.The particles running the zero point reactor have changed state too much and are now moving towards each other.

The Wabwas rejoiced when Da-Sin fired the only C+ cannon that worked, one of which went off course, its twisted barrel splitting sideways.The missile rushed out, not thinking about stealth, just accelerated to maximum, programmed to deploy the submunitions, and slammed into the tail of the Leviathan.The Wobwas inside were jubilant, talking and dancing with gusto.Light
The beam weapon ripped open, long streaks of coherent light ravenously carrying the weight of the body.

His/ship's memory could not find any reference to driver signatures or weapon signatures.Daxin has experienced more than half a dozen precursor wars, and even his own personal memory can't find a single one..
The weapon hit.First the C+ shells, slamming into the still-burning central engine, looking for anything vulnerable, the wabwas in the hyperdrive guidance system elated

Chattering furiously, they fired the thrusters one last time, intermittently tearing parts of the thruster tubes and smearing them in eternal hyperspace.The missile giggles, designed to

smash.Even the energy beam roared happily.

Two more massive engines went out, and something exploded nearly 100 miles from the ship, plumes of energy, vaporized metal, and more coming out of the top and bottom.

(End of this chapter)