If they eneter peacefully they will keep individuality for the most part. <they become keenly aware of people and needs around them…They will also gain a respect for Packilvania, but you don’t know that now…> If they are forced to enter, they become very docile and obedient, and become pretty much an extension of the greater hive mind.
*To Loop…Lets hold off on any actual damages for now until we develop a sort of damage calculator.
Aboard the bridge of the Draken-Corin, the captain turned to his first officer. “Lots of them, aren’t there?”
“Yep”. The swarms of Packilvanian interceptors streamed across the magnified viewscreen.
“Reckon we should do anything about them?”
The first officer made a lopsided smile at the Captain. “Yep”
A larger version of the fury launched from the carrier bay of a frigate and began to worm its way towards the centre of the amassed ships. Avoiding the numerous interceptors tearing through space around it, it dropped the large package that was strapped to its underbelly. Executing a pinpoint turn, it turned its engines to full power, and began heading back towards the fleet.
The package, lying cloaked amidst the interceptors, activated. Using the same technology as was employed in the graviton pulse bombs, it started to increase the energy density at a point inside its centre. Rather than focussing it to implosion point, however, the energy patterning cells held the gravitational attraction at a constant, steady level. The Packilvanian capital ships, their engines powerful enough to move a small planet, would vaguely feel its influence.
The interceptors, however, were a different story. Possessing nowhere near the power of the larger vessels, their engines were useless against the gravitational tides pulling against them. The captain watched as the closer vessels were slowly dragged in towards the gravitational well.
“Should give loop a nice easy target”
OOC: Pack, I leave you to determine the proportion of your interceptors affected, and the duration. It should be fairly easy to triangulate the location of the grav well from the position and extent of the ships affected.
Also, if people have played homeworld, then think of this as similar to the grav well used there
Note, tagged for forthcoming post.
the Brun family sat in horror for a moment as they saw the capital city in Verlotion territory disintegrated in an instant. certainly there were survivors but… how many… how many died… no one truly knew
in a few hours word spread throughout the city and by the time Packilvanian troops arrived in the Juoi capital the city was nearly deserted. it was unclear where they had gone. certainly a few families were captured but the majority had vanished into the jungles.
Verlotion territories were quite another story. Many were caught unaware and major civil and military centers throughout this two-thirds of the country were gone after the invaders had time to sweep the small nation.
Packilvania has halted its advances in wait for an answer to its proposal.
“This is interceptor one. It appears we are in a gravity well of sorts.”
“Are there any others affected?”
“Yes”
“You are instructed to initiate plan d”
“Yes sir…It has been a pleasure serving the hive. I await my absorbtion into the mind.”
With that, the interceptor turns toward the focal point of the gravity well. It accelerates at full speed, and detonates almost dead center.
OOC: Well…er…now the question is what happens to me?
As soon as the center is installed, I’d say about 10% of my population will immediatly go for the enhancements.
You are basically a less than neutral switzerland right now…
OOC: Great
Inside the asteroid field, fragments of the destroyed Packilvanian capital ship drifting past its hull, the Aquila class vessel Heimdal held steady.
In one of its research bays, three scientists were assembled. One sat over a collection of fragments from the ship, including the mostly-whole body of a dead Packilvanian. The other two sat before a large array of monitors, neural nanosequencers interfacing directly with the computer in front of them.
After many hours of silence, the one above the body spoke. “Interlink frequency locked. I’ve isolated the carrier wave.”
One of the others also spoke. “Encryption system has been reverse engineered. I have access.”
They looked expectantly at the third. After a few minutes, he turned to them. “It’s not pretty, but it’ll work. Tri-stage polymorphism, after which we have complete and total decoherence. By the time they realise what’s going on, there won’t be a single byte of data left to analyse.”
“Effectiveness?”
“Conservatively, I estimate 65% spread before they detect the pattern. Three, four hours before the code decoheres. After that, we see how fast Packilvania’s capable of reimaging a few hundred million ex-members of its hive.”
“Method of dispersion?”
“Broadcast directly into the ship nodes from here. We have an agent in one of the nodes in Wachovian territory. The Argos is waiting outsite the Tai Centurata system to broadcast directly into the primary node.”
“OK then. Well, now we wait to see how the negotiations go.”
Late at night, an alarm suddenly wails at the Wachovia National Prison. Police and the military scramble to intercept, but the special forces team which broke in and rescued Justin Liedham, Kelssek Ambassador to Wachovia, has already been picked up by the helicopter and has arrived back home.