Do You Need Assistance: Behold: Humanity! (Behold, Humanity! Book 2) by Ralts Bloodthorne

Author:Ralts Bloodthorne [Bloodthorne, Ralts]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2021-10-21T00:00:00+00:00

Three Way Hate-Fest

Space twisted, warped, rent and screamed with the amount of firepower being hammered across the surface of space-time. Massive kinetic shells tore rents into space-time to leak Hellspace energy across hundreds of thousands of miles, the rents hundreds of miles deep. Missiles exited hyperspace, aligned, aimed, and fired their warheads off, filling their section of space-time with lasers, particle beams, directed nuclear detonation ion slugs, and even atomic fire compressed and forced into a slashing line. A temporal resonance cannon fired, tearing at matter across the 4th dimension. An singularity cannon barked out tiny artificial singularities with a short half-life that detonated at a target distance determined by 'boiling point' of the hyperdense masses.

Shields flared, stopping and absorbing energy, slamming back as a form of reactive armor, blunted and twisted and bent energy beams, rippled the 4 dimensions to guard the ship generating it.

The Goliath was beginning to feel heat across its supercomputing lobes. Not excess heat, not measurable heat, just a heat, every time that annoying craft, now much bigger than it had been, came spiralling in on another attack run.

It was was able to get closer, penetrate to where the psychic shutdown field reached saturation of nearly 230% of normal.

The Goliath had been forced to not only increase the power of that field to an unheard of degree, but had been forced to increase its own psychic shielding to resist commands and raw untamed psychic attacks.

No longer was each attack carefully estimated for resource consumption versus survival rating and possibly resource recovery.

The Goliath's Strategic Intelligence Array had 'killed' those programming strings as useless.

This enemy was tenacious, rabid, feral, without any of the caution of the Old Races.

The logical limit of 10% of resources no longer had any meaning to the Goliath.

The Enemy had taught it that there was no shepherding of resources in a life or death fight.

The Goliath was over a hundred million years old. Had sterilized hundreds, thousands of worlds, reclaimed the resources of a hundred species, and had defeated dozens of the Old Enemy's war vessels.

This one, this new feral enemy, was beyond anything that the Old Vessels or the Builders had ever computed would arise.

It ignored the 10% rule of entropy and consumption. It ignored standard break and retreat protocol. It kept coming, no matter what.

A handful of nCv cannon shells had struck the New Enemy amidships, leaving it reeling, heeling over on one side, streaming vapor and debris. Before the Goliath could press any advantage the New Enemy had righted itself, changed course, and kept attacking.

The Goliath had determined that the New Enemy, that rabid feral intellect that screamed in painful waves of sheer denial, had some mechanism to allow for self-repair that vastly outstripped its size.

When the New Enemy had begun the latest attack, it had launched parasite craft. Highly maneuverable craft that seemed to each be different.

The Goliath had learned to watch for the class of ship that slammed through the psychic intelligence disruptor field to drop heavy anti-matter and other explosives of unknown type and mechanics onto the surface armor of the Goliath.

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