This is where it ends. The event horizon; the final battle. The Terran is fueled by the fading memories that drive him to wipe his enemies from the cosmos. With the codes in his memory banks and his weapons powering up, a single familiar voice cries out amid the blackness: Daoket. This episode is performed by Corey Hawkins and Matthew Wolf. CHRYSALIS is written by SH Serrano, adapted by Stephen Michael and Macklen Makhloghi, and executive produced by Corey Hawkins. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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This is Chrysalis Part 13 it was strange to observe how my army worked on its own, orbiting the world of Zunvir, some even hovering in its stratosphere, to see how the sentient drones talked to each other, orchestrated their movements, coordinated their approach.
Vectors, were conscientious of collateral damage.
So far, my main body had remained at the rearguard, out of range of the battle itself, while I waited for the rest of my forces to clear a path.
But that path was almost complete, and it was time to initiate the second phase of my plan.
My refurbished thrusters engaged simultaneously, accelerating the enormous mass of my 27 kilometer body clusters were all that I had repaired of myself.
While I could have easily upgraded the rest, the resources required were better invested in constructing four entirely new support ships with more sophisticated shield and energy weapons.
Even the factories contained in me were unnecessary, falling short of the second generation assembly lines I had been building at the Tau Ceti orbital habitat.
Simply put, I was obsolete.
And now that I had started thinking of my body as a tool rather than a part of me, I was realizing how unwieldy it was.
It lacked versatility, nimbleness, stealth, adaptability, all assets vital in war.
I noticed a few zunvirian vessels were leaving the planet's atmosphere, but a quick scan of their identification codes informed me that they in fact belonged to the Anacax tribe and were indeed evacuating the palace.
Just as they had told me in our communication, this had been part of their plea.
They said they wouldnt be able to leave the palace until my arrival had sent the republic into disarray, giving them a window to escape.