Jupiter Brains All Over The Wall
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+M through R › Mass Effect
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
8,416
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Jupiter Brains All Over The Wall
Antaeus System
Ploba
It was called a Jupiter Brain, Ancient War Machines or simply Deep Anomalies. Nothing could reach these solid structures that were stuck in the atmospheric pressure of the planet. Tali and Adams couldn't figure out what the strange object that orbited the planet so they left it out there...floating.
It wasn't inert.
The object didn't want it's function known.
The beings who beamed signals down to the structures below were unknowingly giving the structures access to cultural insights to study. The atmosphere covered the faint signatures that ran the colossal structures. It had been so long since it had surfaced. Finally the orbiting sensor had been activated unwittingly by a young Quarian and a Human male.
It waited for the ship to leave the system before it fired up the massive engines that were powerful enough to force the structures out of the planet's grip and out into space. The sensor flashed red a beam of light rotating out seeking any obstructions. Slowly the structures moved, their massive engine roaring with effort, the hulls shaking as they moved skyward. Inside of the structures beings not seen by the current habitants of the galaxy and those before them awoke as they left the radiation and pressure.
The scans of the structures by the beings that left them had not shown what they looked like. Now, in the vacuum of space its shape was revealed. Like an Eleutherozoa that was cut in half and a segment stuck on top of the other. The sensor disappeared and reappeared near the relay that the ship disappeared through. The relay activated and shot the sensor out of the system and into the network.
Inside of the structure, the ship thousands of metal being awoke from their self imposed slumber to find out what was different from the galaxy that they had left. What new beings had God let loose? Were they kind or were they cruel? One of the metal creations activated the second structure that was hidden and its spinal, skeletal architecture was slowly shown to the void.
The radiation of the planet over the hundreds of thousands of millenia had destroyed or corrupted the essential functional equipment of the new ship. The metallics inside of it woke and started to fix what they could of the equipment. Time had no meaning to them, they did not sleep, did not eat only worked to help their ship survive. Their scout was fulfilling its purpose beyond the fleet and soon they would call it back and go join the wide and wild galaxy.
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75%
It was a grim percentage and one that the metallics counted as a loss of immense proportions. They scrapped out ther could of the twenty five percent that they could in case of further repairs. The engines were maintainable and the hull was unharmed.
Slowly they activated the the systems unique to the vessel and pods and pools of embryonic fluid started to glow. The pods that were too damaged by time to function were shut down and the fluid was cleaned for the working pods.
Only once did they have to jump out of the system to keep their secret. None of their fighters were ready to defend against the ships that now traveled the space lanes. The Scouting Sensor was doing her job nicely, providing the ships with news and information about the their new home. The same ship that activated their Sensor was famous in this time. A war was approaching, a war that would not have been their own had it not been for a species so like their creators. They needed to have the last of their kind to spy for them, in the thick of the peoples.
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Somewhere in the depths of the skeletal ship there was a high pitched cry of pain and anger and loss. The few metallics involved with the repairs of the pods moved into the room and watched the fleshy limbs of their sibling tremble in the sticky thick fluid. She was the first to awaken, whole, unblemished.
Her flicked fearfully from single red eyed visor to another gasping for the pain to leave. “Am I alive?”
The metallics could only glance at each other they could not vocalize as she could. One of them stepped forward and offered her a claw-like hand. It was at first menacing and then she started to remember what she was, what they were.
Cylons. Centurians.
With a deep breath she leaned forward and placed her hand into the Centurian's. The air was cold, her body shivered as the fluid, that all Cylons of her kind were "born" in, slid off her body. Her last moments of last life caused her to slip a little as she got out of the pool. She felt the tears prick her eyes and she collapsed against the cold metal of her Centurian siblings. Sobs wracked her body and all the Centurian thought to do was hold her up as she fell apart. All those deaths, her brothers, her sisters, unable to resurrect to learn from their mistakes.
Why had she been resurrected? She looked up at the Centurian holding and shook her head. "I'm sorry, thank you." She looked around at the other Centurians and gave them a shaky smile. "Thank you." Her eyes met the optical scanner of the Centurian holding her. "I need clothing."
The Centurian picked her up like a child and carried her out of the resurrection room.
Ploba
It was called a Jupiter Brain, Ancient War Machines or simply Deep Anomalies. Nothing could reach these solid structures that were stuck in the atmospheric pressure of the planet. Tali and Adams couldn't figure out what the strange object that orbited the planet so they left it out there...floating.
It wasn't inert.
The object didn't want it's function known.
The beings who beamed signals down to the structures below were unknowingly giving the structures access to cultural insights to study. The atmosphere covered the faint signatures that ran the colossal structures. It had been so long since it had surfaced. Finally the orbiting sensor had been activated unwittingly by a young Quarian and a Human male.
It waited for the ship to leave the system before it fired up the massive engines that were powerful enough to force the structures out of the planet's grip and out into space. The sensor flashed red a beam of light rotating out seeking any obstructions. Slowly the structures moved, their massive engine roaring with effort, the hulls shaking as they moved skyward. Inside of the structures beings not seen by the current habitants of the galaxy and those before them awoke as they left the radiation and pressure.
The scans of the structures by the beings that left them had not shown what they looked like. Now, in the vacuum of space its shape was revealed. Like an Eleutherozoa that was cut in half and a segment stuck on top of the other. The sensor disappeared and reappeared near the relay that the ship disappeared through. The relay activated and shot the sensor out of the system and into the network.
Inside of the structure, the ship thousands of metal being awoke from their self imposed slumber to find out what was different from the galaxy that they had left. What new beings had God let loose? Were they kind or were they cruel? One of the metal creations activated the second structure that was hidden and its spinal, skeletal architecture was slowly shown to the void.
The radiation of the planet over the hundreds of thousands of millenia had destroyed or corrupted the essential functional equipment of the new ship. The metallics inside of it woke and started to fix what they could of the equipment. Time had no meaning to them, they did not sleep, did not eat only worked to help their ship survive. Their scout was fulfilling its purpose beyond the fleet and soon they would call it back and go join the wide and wild galaxy.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
75%
It was a grim percentage and one that the metallics counted as a loss of immense proportions. They scrapped out ther could of the twenty five percent that they could in case of further repairs. The engines were maintainable and the hull was unharmed.
Slowly they activated the the systems unique to the vessel and pods and pools of embryonic fluid started to glow. The pods that were too damaged by time to function were shut down and the fluid was cleaned for the working pods.
Only once did they have to jump out of the system to keep their secret. None of their fighters were ready to defend against the ships that now traveled the space lanes. The Scouting Sensor was doing her job nicely, providing the ships with news and information about the their new home. The same ship that activated their Sensor was famous in this time. A war was approaching, a war that would not have been their own had it not been for a species so like their creators. They needed to have the last of their kind to spy for them, in the thick of the peoples.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Somewhere in the depths of the skeletal ship there was a high pitched cry of pain and anger and loss. The few metallics involved with the repairs of the pods moved into the room and watched the fleshy limbs of their sibling tremble in the sticky thick fluid. She was the first to awaken, whole, unblemished.
Her flicked fearfully from single red eyed visor to another gasping for the pain to leave. “Am I alive?”
The metallics could only glance at each other they could not vocalize as she could. One of them stepped forward and offered her a claw-like hand. It was at first menacing and then she started to remember what she was, what they were.
Cylons. Centurians.
With a deep breath she leaned forward and placed her hand into the Centurian's. The air was cold, her body shivered as the fluid, that all Cylons of her kind were "born" in, slid off her body. Her last moments of last life caused her to slip a little as she got out of the pool. She felt the tears prick her eyes and she collapsed against the cold metal of her Centurian siblings. Sobs wracked her body and all the Centurian thought to do was hold her up as she fell apart. All those deaths, her brothers, her sisters, unable to resurrect to learn from their mistakes.
Why had she been resurrected? She looked up at the Centurian holding and shook her head. "I'm sorry, thank you." She looked around at the other Centurians and gave them a shaky smile. "Thank you." Her eyes met the optical scanner of the Centurian holding her. "I need clothing."
The Centurian picked her up like a child and carried her out of the resurrection room.