This is just something that came to me one afternoon a while back but was generally liked by friends and family alike.
Situational Report
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Time: 0045 Date: Monday 3rd May Year: 3020
Location: Gamma 32, Sector 14 (Heavens Edge)
Ship: Genesis Class Colony Ship, HMS Endeavour, Crew: 30,000 Pop: 60,000
Escort Ships: Peace Bringer Class, HMS Judicator (Destroyed in Combat)
Peace Bringer Class, HMS Forlorn Hope (Scuttled to Prevent Capture)
Status:
• Engaged in Ship to Ship Combat
• Infiltration of Enemy Unknowns on Decks 15-25, Storage and Hanger Bays
• Ship-wide System Failure, Tactical Systems at 20.02%, Environmental Control at 80.50%, Navigation at 30.42%, Gunnery Control 32.00%, 15% of 642281 Systems online
Communication Status:
• Short-range Directional Array: 46%
• Sub-light Array: Unresponsive
• Trans-light Array: Unresponsive
• Emergency Transmitter Buoy: Destroyed
Predicted Situational Outcome:
• Ship Survivability: 00.00046%
• Crew Survivability: 00.00265%
• Enemy Defeat: 00.0000009%
• Enemy Victory: 99.9999991%
Recommended Action: ....Purge and Destroy Shipboard AI Mainframe ....Initiate Resource and Salvage Denial Protocols.... Initiate Multi-Phase Gravimetric Core Implosion Sequence.... Initiate Ship-wide Evacuation..................Pray..................
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The telltale sound of the pneumatic seals on the bulkhead hiss, ensuring several minutes reprieve for the crew and passengers on this deck to get to the evac pods. On the opposite side of bulkhead, away from the fleeing people, in the flickering light made by the emergency light strips stands a shadowy figure. Surrounding the figure is a scene of utter carnage, limbs and bodies of friends and foe alike, crowd the passage. Suddenly the figure turns and looks down the corridor, its gaze meeting those several dozen green eyes, every one promising a quick and gruesome end and glowing maliciously. A chorus bone chilling roars tear from the throats of the enemy, closely followed by a barrage weapon fire that fills the corridor with screaming death, filling the corridor with smoke.
After several seconds of gunfire the clicks from dozens of empty weapons can be heard, along with guttural grunts and hisses. At that moment something bursts out of the swirling smoke, straight into the middle of the enemy formation. The shadowy figure decimates the unprepared and unlucky at the front, their throats torn open and stomachs ripped out. Those towards the centre are less fortunate, having the chance to look into the eyes of their butcher but being unable to do anything about it. By the time the figure reaches the rear ranks they had moved back a dozen feet or so and prepared for a hand to hand fight. For several seconds nothing happens, just both parties observing each other. Then on some silent command a second chorus of roars in as many minutes come forth as the remaining eight enemies surge forwards, brandishing viciously curved blades and lethal looking axes. The figure stands stock-still as the remaining green-eyes get ever closer until they are only feet away. Suddenly the figure leaps forwards and begins a terrible dance, a dance that rends limbs from bodies, a dance that calls forth great gouts of blood that seem to dance and twirl with the figure, a dance that contains a terrible beauty that makes it impossible to look away,. A dance that even death himself fears take part in. The deed done the figure stands amidst the steaming bodies slightly swaying to some unheard rhythm for several seconds, blood dripping from the now visible metal claws strapped to each finger. Once the stops swaying it sets off at a run, with one destination in mind...
“Reactor command and control” The figure whispers out in a soft yet masculine voice, one that would belong to a boy in his teens but also carries undertones of one much older. As he opens the door he sighs, “This is the end” before storming the room and beginning his dance again. Minutes later the figure stands working at a console before the ships core, a giant metal structure that hums with energy so intense it's almost visible. With a final keystroke all the lights turn red and a siren sounds. From the core great arks of energy shoot out and obliterate anything they touch, and the high pitched hum of energy permeates the air all around. But all of this goes unnoticed by the figure, who just sits down with his back to the console and his eyes closed. Uttering his last words before the core implodes, he opens his eyes, looks up and says, “It’s a good thing I don't believe in Heaven or Hell, otherwise I'd be screwed” before being hit by a bolt of energy.
The explosion expanded throughout the ship, destroying all it came into contact with. Once it reached the outer hull it surrounded the ship an ever growing sphere of light, erasing the attacking ships before finally stopping at several kilometres in diameter. The Sphere seemed to hold its consistency for a few moments before wavering and collapsing in upon itself in a matter of moments. The resulting shockwave was akin to that of a supernova, wiping out any vessels that still remained around the ship.
Thousands of lives and the livelihoods of thousands more, gone in an instant. The consequence of greed.
