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Something detonated outside, or felt like it had.
To everyone else, this wasn’t too much of a bother.
Soames, however, looked as if he’d been suckerpunched and propositioned at the same time.
“Sir?” the entire bridge crew started to get worried, Soames was acting as if he were looking for someone or something.
“At ease. Sensors, what does analysis say that was?” he had an idea, he just wanted confirmation.
“It was a wideband n-space pulse. Seemed to have modulation to it like a radio station.”
Yes, yes it did.
And it was quite damnably uncomfortable.
Soames itched at his arm, the smartdust that held him together was agitated, his digital copy stored within howling in outrage.
And it took quite alot of effort to anger that version of himself that badly.
“Do we have a bead on where it originated?”
“A site the just popped over the horizon. Planetary rotation will bring it to full view soon.” sensors tech helpfully highlighted the target.
Oh, goody.
“Sir, they’re not firing again. Why not?” Eva was puzzled by this, obviously it was a weapon and obviously they expected a result from it.
“They’re waiting to see if it did anything.”
I see you, wave hello down there.
“That weapon, it’s meant to hurt me specifically. It had a message for me. Heh, they call it the ‘god killer’. A god, am I? We’ll see what they think of the actions of a vengeful god then.”
“What do you mean?”
Soames merely gestured his hand outwards.
In the empty black of space an intangible something began taking form.
A latticework of braces rippled and oozed from n-space as if birthed from some obscene cosmic womb.
“I’m going to use a magnifying glass on some ants.”
The artificial gravity lens arrays focused light to a pinpoint on the surface, aim adjusted for light travel and rotation.
“Message of my own sent.” Soames said, staring down at the faint pinprick of artificial magma he’d created.