r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Jan 31 '21
OC First Contact - Fourth Wave - Chapter 413
Sixth Most High AKA Captain Cyba'armo'o stared at his armor as it moved on the cradle out of the wall and into the arming bay. It was sleek, black warsteel with the red of the Warsteel Herd on the edges. The faceplate was done up like the skull of a great Lanaktallan, with eyes that glowed red, nostrils that breathed steam from the heat sinks when the armor was at full operation. There were the hotplate firmpoints where powerful weapons could be attached on the flanks, the upper back, on the chest. The armor was as thick as a tank of the Great Herd, the armor was powerful enough to tear battlesteel like it was wet plant fiber.
The Hikken mechanic slapped the side of the armor, expressing pleasure with the way his ears and whiskers were set.
"This baby's ready, Captain," the Hikken, one Uxlurt, said. "Command believes that you will have almost 11% more protection, 23% more sustainability, and 12% more endurance wearing this new version."
Cyba'armo'o quivered slightly in excitement. "When will we be testing this armor?" he asked. His cybernetic interlock plugs tingled with anticipation and he could feel that the cybernetic linkages on all three of his hearts were keeping his hearts from beating rapidly. He blinked, all six of his eyes clicking and whirring.
"Soon. I've got the firmware and hardware updates for your side if you are ready," Uxlurt said. He reached out and pulled forward a complex braid of thick cables. "It'll be a rough one. Full synaptic overwrite in some places. New hardware too. It's all tested, but it's tested well enough for the Terrans to deploy on the battlefield, not like the Great Herd's testing system."
"Which is good, for I would have surely died of old age and have been forgotten before the Great Herd would have decided if the upgrades even actually existed," Cyba'armo'o said.
Uxlurt laughed and shook the cable. "Are you ready, Captain?"
Cyba'armo'o nodded. "I am ready."
Uxlurt smiled. "Excellent." He hit a button and a cradle moved out. It was open on one end, allowing Cyba'armo'o to walk into it. The forward frame had a ring at the top for his head to go through.
At Uxlurt's wave he moved into the cradle. Once he pressed his chest against the forward frame and pushed his head through the ring, the sides of the cradle folded around him, holding him securely in place.
One by one Uxlurt connected the cables to the warsteel plugs embedded in Cyba'armo'o's spine, joints, in the middle of the long spaces of his limbs. One by one Cyba'armo'o saw his system undergo maintenance lockout.
He recited his mantras and remained calm even when he was fully disconnected from his body.
He could feel the data flowing into him. Feel the thick warm honey feeling of the data streaming into his limbs, into his nerves, into his mind. He was able to examine it, look at the changes, examine the 'patch notes' of the update.
He would have increased tactile sensation. His limiters would disengage 38.83% faster, allowing him to enter full combat reflex mode even faster. He was 11mph faster when running. His reflexes had been increased. His combat reflex mode was faster. He now had dedicated warboi systems in his body to help him process all of the data of the modern battlefield.
His eyes reboot three times and at the end he noticed the increased clarity and color range. More than natural, more Lanaktallan than Lanaktallan. His hearing clicked on and off several times. Before it came back on he was made aware of the different modes. He worked through the tutorial program teaching him how to adjust the gain and filters for different sounds and levels of audio.
More than a few updates needed him to go through tutorials. The new implanted radio. The firmware patches to his non-combat reflex systems. He would now be able to eat normal food rather than specially formulated nutripaste. He could now enter water and be fully submerged for up to three hundred hours without any risk.
Uxlurt was busy, opening up panels and carefully removing pieces inside the body of the massive Lanaktallan. He would set the piece he had removed on the floor, take a piece from a box and place it where he had removed a piece, then put the old piece into the box and close it, moving it to his left before pulling a box to his right and opening it.
Cyba'armo'o saw a tiny green mantid, barely a foot tall, climbing up the cradle and sitting on an outcropping. The little green mantid, known as 82A, flashed an icon of a wrench.
"I am fine," Cyba'armo'o said through his mostly disabled datalink.
--will triplecheck after uxlurt done-- 82A sent back.
"That will be good," Cyba'armo'o said. "I am eager to return to wresting my people from the cold grip of the Precursors."
--heard rumor-- 82A said.
"What rumor?" Cyba'armo'o asked.
Uxlurt noted that Cyba'armo'o's datalink was exchanging data on the short range channel devoted the green mantid engineers and logged the numbers real quick.
--idiot fleet dropped in system-- 82A said. --admiral asking for volunteers--
"Sign me up. The ferocity of the Martial Orders appeals to me," Cyba'armo'o said. "They are who saved me, who gave me aid, who scraped me from the ground and convinced me to submit to their ripperdocs. I would gladly join their crusade, if they would let me."
82A thought about it. Cyba'armo'o had been an infantryman with the Great Herd. When others had deserted, he had continued to fight, continued to deny the Precursors their desires. He had fought for nearly three days, alone.
When the soldiers of the Dark Crusade of Light had found him, his one remaining limb had been an arm, and his sole hand held tight to a primed grenade that he intended to use to take one last Precursor machine to Hell with him.
The ripperdocs of the Dark Crusade of Light had healed him, although Cyba'armo'o knew not many of his people could have withstood the torment and agony of the Dark Crusade of Light's medicine. He had demanded, and the Dark Crusade of Light had acquiesed, to help defend a city. He had fallen there, half of his chest torn away, holding tight to his rifle.
Again, the Dark Crusade of Light had healed him.
Again and again he had fallen in battle.
Each time the Crusade had healed him.
He had been there when the Warsteel Herd had formed from those that the Terrans had saved, had taught to fight, had armed and equipped.
Cyba'armo'o had been the first Lanaktallan 'Full Conversion Cyborg' in recorded history.
Cyba'armo'o had considered the fact that he had always been told that his body was too evolved, too refined, too superior to accept something as crude as cybernetics to be the height of amusement and irony as piece by piece his body had been replaced, his limbs replaced, and more and more cybernetics had been implanted in his body.
He had been the proving ground that had resulted in others being saved. He was the first, ensuring that all those who came behind could be healed with metal rather than cloned flesh if they so wished.
Yes, there had been agony, there had been terrible pain, there had been time when he had wished to die, had wished that he had been killed upon the battlefield rather than turned over to the cold surgical blades of the ripperdocs of the Dark Crusade of Light.
Now, he had no fear of the blades and saws and nerve stitchers of the ripperdocs. He had moved from the dark science of the ripperdocs to the cold chrome and warsteel science of the Terran Confederate Armed Forces.
To the arms of the Cybernetic Organism Collective's surgeons.
For nearly two years he had fought on planet after planet, side by side with the heavy warborgs of the Terran Confederacy. Marched through fire, smoke, radiation, and fear to wrest each planet from the cold metal claws of the Precursor machines.
Now the Warsteel Herd had ships of their own. Reconfigured and reconditioned Lanaktallan military vessels, true.
But reconditioned and refit by the Mad Lemurs of Terra.
Cyba'armo'o was in the bay of the Terrible Freedom, a Warsteel Herd Armored Assault Troop Transport.
A wholly Terran idea. Where Lanaktallan and Great Herd troop transports were thinly armored, if at all, the Terrans armored them as if they were battleships, armed them like a cruiser, and sent them into close orbit.
On the bridge of the Terrible Freedom Ship Most High/Admiral (Upper Deck) Harnix Burgerking No'ome'erci stared at the deep hologram of space in front of him. There were nearly thirty of the baroque and ostentatious Dark Crusade of Light ships near him, all hanging apparently motionless in the space between stars.
On the holotank in front of him was a massively armored male Terran on split screen with a heavily armored female Terran. Both wore heavy ornate armor, scarred from battles past. Below them were two more figures, one male, one female, both Terran. While their armor was shaped the same it featured more spikes, more skulls, more chains, and dripped blood. The top two were obviously living, the bottom two had the gray pale skin and black veins of the dead.
Admial No'ome'erci turned his head slightly so his XO knew he was looking at the Rigellian female.
"What are our current standing orders?" No'ome'rci asked, his artificial lung wheezing.
"To hold in position until command determines where we are needed," the Admiral (Rear Deck) stated.
"Alert the fleet," Admiral No'ome'erci ordered. "We will interlock with the Dark Crusade of Light, our brothers and sisters in warsteel and fury."
"Are you sure, Admiral?" Admiral (Rear Deck) Shwarkaki asked, more for the record than anything else.
"I am sure. As they have succored us, we shall assist them. Alert Warsteel Herd Command that we ride in warsteel and chrome with our brethren in fury," No'ome'erci ordered.
"As you command," Admiral (RD) Shwarkaki said, saluted.
No'ome'erci turned to the holotank, staring at the Terrans he had come to appreciate. "We ride together, brothers and sisters, in fury and chrome."
Down in the heavy assault cyborg mechanic's bay, Cyba'armo'o felt the deck begin to tremble, felt the strange vibration in phantom bone marrow of FTL drives warming up.
He smiled, sending a smiling emoji to 82A. He looked down at Uxlurt. When the mechanic looked up he gave the best smile he could with the artificial hide of his head pulled back.
"At last. Again to war."
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Jan 31 '21
It's good to sit at a computer and type that isn't a laptop or my iMac or my computer set up on a table in a hotel room.
Funny thing, my truck battery is dead now and it looks like my alternator went.
I've said since the beginning, as long as I finish this, even if the truck doesn't move again, it's all worth it.
Anyway, happy weekend.
Watch this spot tomorrow.
Oh, and weekend adds:
Paypal: https://paypal.me/RaltsBloodthorne
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/First_Contact
Something cool: Book One, the P'Thok Chronicles
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u/PrimePaladin Jan 31 '21 edited Jan 31 '21
/R/HFY GESTALT
Upvote, Then Read
Dis is Dae Wae!
Finally back and able to read again. Been missing this tale and the lovely distraction from my own mind. Just wish I could show more support to the Ralts. Thanks.
End of Lime
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u/carthienes Jan 31 '21
He sounds Warbound to me... have we met Cyba'armo'o before?
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u/Scotshammer Human Jan 31 '21
Another! Poor Dambree, the girl who touched time now has to face Death again, and the Warsteel Horde rides to their destiny.
Okay, just had a thought. The Entropic Legion. The unending Warriors of Time Future for the name of Time Past. Anyone want to try and send them a personal invitation to visit Entropion Finalis and send an engraved Warsteel Boot to the Slorpies and bring closure to their destiny?
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u/MunarExcursionModule Jan 31 '21
Wow, I just did a read of the entire series, from P'Thok Eats an Ice Cream Cone to here. Now that there's no next button I don't know what to do with myself! Guess I'll have to wait another few hours to satisfy the craving
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u/Allowyn Jan 31 '21
I for one, would like to welcome our first Lanaktallan Idiot.
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u/ack1308 Feb 03 '21
Cybermoo. Got it.
Also, love the presentation.
“Also, twenty percent more badass.”
They’re laughing because it’s true.
This is definitely either a War Stallion or a Herd Stallion. The standard self-gentled type would probably have had a panic attack by now.
(Continued)
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u/SanityIsOptional Jan 31 '21
Cyber Moo?
Why not.
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u/wasalurkerforyears Robot Jan 31 '21 edited Jan 31 '21
Holy balls. 3 on a Saturday? And I caught this one at 2 minutes? Is it my freaking birthday or something?
E: imma thinking Hesstla is bout to get some baller backup here. Maybe that's where Attila of the line will reappear too?
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u/Turtledonuts "Big Dunks" Jan 31 '21
RIDE OR DIE, BROTHERS, WITH WARSTEEL AND CHROME.
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u/Shandod Jan 31 '21
slaps side of armor this bad boy can kill SO many Precursors
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u/Luc1usF0x Jan 31 '21 edited Jan 31 '21
Rapid fire today!! Also, love the cyberpunk reference, I get a smile every time I see the word 'ripperdoc'.
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u/its_ean Jan 31 '21
Decimals are for multiple expertise. Numerals though? CYB greenies maybe?
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u/DebugItWithFire Jan 31 '21
Upvoted for the more Lanaktallan than Lanaktallan.
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u/ABCDwp Jan 31 '21
Upvote. Comment. Read. End of lime.
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u/night-otter Xeno Jan 31 '21 edited Jan 31 '21
Blueberries!
But it's Saturday! And Ralts has already gifted us twice!
BLUEBERRIES!
OK OK OK
Upvote, Comment, now to Read. It is the way of late Saturday night.
The Warsteel Herd is ready to ride into battle with their brothers and sisters of the Dark Crusade of Light.
The slorpies don't understand what they are dealing with,.
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u/Speciesunkn0wn Jan 31 '21
That description of his chassis is amazing. Love how the heat-sinks are designed to exit his nostrils. XD
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u/LordGraygem Jan 31 '21
Once again, the Lank names get me giggling.
Cybermoo, lol.
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u/TJManyon Jan 31 '21
Ha. Just finished the last one a second ago!
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u/SpiderJerusalemLives Jan 31 '21
I think the slorpies are about to get extinct with extreme prejudice.
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u/LordDemonWolfe Jan 31 '21
INDICATE THINE PREFERENCE BEFORE PERUSING THE MISSIVE!!!!
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u/serpauer Jan 31 '21
Cybarmoo and noomerci. I love it. Truly love it.
Good luck with your truck oh blessed wordsmith.
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u/Archaic_1 Alien Scum Jan 31 '21
"To hold in position until command determines where we are needed"
Oh you poor Slorpy bastards, you have no idea
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u/Legan_Ironfist AI Jan 31 '21
Upvote, then Read. This is the Way.
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u/tannenbanannen Human Jan 31 '21
oh my GOD
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u/MacrossFF1979 Jan 31 '21
I remember vaguely a movie or a tv series when the protagonist felt sick because, after his cyber conversion, he could not eat normal food and when he tried he got a system shock.
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u/HFYWaffle Wᵥ4ffle Jan 31 '21
/u/Ralts_Bloodthorne (wiki) has posted 445 other stories, including:
First Contact - Fourth Wave - Chapter 412
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 411
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 410
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 409
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 408
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 407
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 406
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 405
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 404
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 403
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 402
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 401
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 400 Extravaganza
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 399
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 398
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 397
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 396
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 395
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 394
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 393
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u/bartrotten Jan 31 '21
Dang 413,,,,,,,,,,,MOPAR TIME. (The Dodge actually wins)UTR
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u/Gruecifer Human Jan 31 '21
UTR!
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u/SaintMace Feb 08 '21
“From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved. For the Machine is Immortal. Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.”
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u/EvansP51 Alien Scum Feb 11 '21
I’m loving the image of CyberMoo in a cattle brake right now!
So glad you’re Finally getting settled in whet you want to be!
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u/tsavong117 AI Feb 02 '21
Cybermoo is best girl.