God says NO!
The patrol had been a quiet one, enemy activity had shrunk to almost none, and no contact had been made on this routine sweep of the Kador sector. Enough of this, and the mental order was given, neurolinks relaying it through the proper communications channels.
"Gold Wing, this is Gold leader. Scatter."
The order was acted upon within moments, the duo of Crusaders accompanying Gaius' Malediction breaking off, tipping their fins in a brief salute as each went on to mind his own for a while.
As the warp trails of his wingmen subsided, the Kador Holder plotted a course towards Kador Prime itself. There would be time enough to spare for a visit with family and friends.
Suddenly the neural connections went mad, scanners malfunctioning, targetting systems locking wildly as it seemed space warped around itself, creating a vortex of sorts 20km straight ahead.
According to system scanners, the only ship remaining in-system was TES Crux, but that would not last long. From out of the vortex shot something so alien, describing it escaped Gaius as he reacted instinctively. MWD online, targetting intiated, evasive manuevers initiated. To get out and as far from that 'thing' was the only thought in his mind, and for one who claimed not to know fear, something was sending shivers up his spine.
No lock was obtained, even though the abomination was rapidly gaining on the Malediction, and no target jamming had been detected. 'By the mercy of God...'
Impact after impact suddenly rocked TES Crux, shields and armor failing rapidly, with hull integrity going steadily down. There was no escape, and Gaius could feel the Crux disintegrating around him. How could this be? No lock had been detected, no weapons fire known to the four races had been....
"PIE command, this is Gold Leader. Request assista...."
With a jerk, a massive sample of neural signals made Gaius' body strain against the ectoplasm inside his pod, as connection with the Crux went dead. Downed, and without a chance in the Abyss...
A voice penetrated the sensory overload, a celestial chime speaking to his mind, yet not through the cyber-hookup.
"God sends His regards. Hope the Wench was worth it..."
Regaining some sense of direction, the Holder of Kador was relieved to note that his camera drone was still transmitting, but that relief turned into pure horror as...
Before it all faded to black, something impaled the pod, and then Gaius.
White pure light tore into his retinae, hurting the eyes, confusing him. What was this, what had passed? Then came the memory flow, and utter horror dawned upon the cloned Holder of Kador.
With a knee jerk reaction, he sat straight up, fighting against the stiffness of his 'new body' as he leaped onto the floor. Around him, several lab assistants approached, eyes wide in surprise at the sudden activity with this newly cloned one.
"Get away! I need a GalCom interface now!" The feral growl and hostility in Gaius' voice made the assistants back down, and one indicated a GalCom interface just across the room.
'Damn that gallentean wench! I should have known better than to put my hands on her fine bottom'
A bit late for regrets though, but it might be time enough left to warn his 'partner in crime Ethidium Bromide. The fool had been at that cursed brothel too!!
Stumbling his way across the room, Gaius quickly hit in the necessary codes to access the PIE channel as he reached the GalCom interface. Noting the standard time count, Gaius winced.
'That fool of a wencher is probably hauling our last shipment of megacyte about now. I hope I'm in time'
As the GalCom logged into the PIE network, and the general comm channel opened, it was just in time to hear....
The tremendous roar escaping Gaius as he sat up in his chambers, drenched in sweat, his heart pumping like a jackhammer, was enough to send the two slaver hounds, who had been resting at the foot of his bed, leaping onto their feet. Uneasily they both backed away from their Master, growling softly and looking around in uncertainty.
Regaining a grip on reality, Gaius let out a breath of relief. A dream. Just a dream. Or was it? A sign? A warning?
Accompanied by a tremendous headache, the PIE Inquisitor got out of bed. Time to take a shower and wash off those impure thoughts! A brothel? He had never been to a brothel! Never would, and by the Emperor he did not desire to!! Of that he was adamant! Almost entirely so!!
In the smokey lounge of a sleazy bar, down in the station's lower levels, a gallentean youth was having a grand time. That drop was as good as his 'pusher' had promised, and hey, he didn't even regret putting half into the drink of that pompous a$$ hole Holder earlier.
"Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, sucker"
Jesus as much as i like seeing PIE ships take a beating I hope I dont run into this thing
That was cool
funny i a weird sick way
I got some nice screenies after CONCORD blew me up, and somehow a drone (mining drone?) got stuck to my pod.
Figured I'd make a little twisted tale, for a chuckle or two