The Uplift Protocol: The Ouroborous Chain
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Prologue: Wheel of Fire
June 20th, 3266. That date that everyone was prepping for.
Chronos had no idea what he was jumping into. But we were blindsided. Fate
works out its knots.—Thomas Murphy
Alert the Fleets. Tell Aether that
the mission is a go.—Adm. Y’lansa
In
the end? Even if Hilary were here to deny it? Blood ties still mattered. No
matter how far she ran.—Sleeping in Starlight
Mirror Sector
Edge of Edenverse
June 20th, 3266
Chronos blinked as the white light
faded.
His monitoring systems no longer
echoed from the Oort Cloud circling Humanity’s home sector. Static hissed
across all systems. He brought up his holo display. The completed Ark hovered
silently next to his capital ships. Its outer hull was a mix of metal and
living wood. Silvered bark. Red leaves intertwined at critical junctions.
A small chime at his left shoulder
rose in volume. <<Incoming targets.>>
Bright sparks lit up the space
between stars as millions of vessels jumped in.
<<Identified. Dominion status
confirmed.>>
Chronos frowned, “It will not be
enough. Daughter.”
He watched as the symbols
disappeared on the surface of Noah’s ship.
*****
Z’ahramdus came alive as the Keeper
drones crawled within his skull. He had made a pact with the she-devil. It mattered
not who he served as long as he could consume all in his path. He spat green
fire into the void. The wraiths clung to Chronos’ forward screen vessels. They
would find a way in. Such was the purpose of those who resided outside the Path
of the Ouroborous. His draconic eyes glittered. To any normal observers, his eyes
were the size of gas giants. Yellowed pupils widened as he saw it.
Noah’s Ark.
It
would burn. His lips pulled back. He beltched additional flames.
He
would taste the sweet delight of Thronebearer flesh once more. This Dominion’s
path assured him of it. Z’ahramdus snorted as Brood shock troopers exploded
from the inner holds of Chronos’ capital vessels. Their outer armor glinted a
sullen wine coloration as they approached his first flame barriers.
Dominion
purred, <<Eat and be merry for today my father dies.>>
The
Necrotic Void dragon replied, <<Why just kill him? Why not feast upon his
flesh? Make each second count!>>
Hilary
paused.
That
angle did have merit. She sent additional energy into Z’ahramdus as thanks.
She
hooked into his feed, “Oh father! Won’t you come out and play?!”
*****
Deep
within the Ark, the countdown resumed, its mission not yet finished.
A
single droid scurried over to the main guidance platform. Its spherical shape
turning the color of olive green. Comet’s yellowed iris expanded, <<In
position.>> He had missed his friends but the ship had kept him whole
within the deep sleep. Letting him watch as the Terran Alliance grew alongside
the Arcane and Unseen Orders.
Noah’s
soul shard phased through the Ur-Flow.
He would never again see the Lighthouse of Reflections. Metal flowed
over his shard.
He
would see this mission to its end.
Comet
hummed a familiar tune, <<…the final charge of the light brigade!>>
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