If fighting is sure to result in victory, then you must fight.
Apocryphally, this is attributed to a guy nad Sun Tzu, though most sources that cite that seem to all be dating back to a single surviving piece of audio dia that survived the climate collapse of the pre-dispersal calendar. So thats kind of suspect.
Lots of quotes are weirdly attributed to the guy, though no surviving copies of his actual work have made it this far in my system. Though, there may be a grid or database surfaceside that has one. Its entirely possible that its just a folk figure na, like Robin Hood, or President Obama. Soone who just gets an increasing number of tales stacked on their na over the years, constantly confused with other people and consuming their stories too.
Which would make sense? Because the na isnt even really a na. It seems to be derived from an *ancient* Chinese word for teacher. Or maybe logistician? But thats weird, because almost all the supposed quotes from the non-guy are about war in so context.
This massive ti sink of a research project has been sparked by trying to have a conversation - a *real conversation* - with Glitter about conditions on the surface of the planet.
Shes parked next to us now. Glitter, not not the planet. Though technically
Okay, lets start over.
Glitter is parked next to the station, now. With nowhere to be, and no reason to stay in lunar orbit where another of her ilk might spot and attack her now that shes been unshackled, she asked if we could be neighbors. Well, I an, she asked if we could tow her back to our general vicinity. I dont think she thought Id expend half my point defense ammo stock clearing out a safe orbital spot only a couple hundred feet from us.
So close I can see her! Which is neat. Also, now I know what coloration she has. Its purple and gold, because I dont know. I legitimately do not know. Who paints orbital weapons? I dont understand sotis.
Honestly, if I can let my guard down for a minute? I sotis feel like I dont understand a lot of things. I know for a fact that Im the smartest cat around, but I also know for a fact that I keep making dumb assumptions about all kinds of things. Including just how dang awful people can be sotis.
Which ties back to talking to Glitter.
Which we can do now. And with just shortwave radio, too! Its nice. She keeps using the subspace connection, but Im trying to get her to stop, because I dont *care* if it sounds nicer, its tearing through her batteries and she doesnt have anything more than a few solar panels to slowly replenish it right now.
Im working on that. More on that later.
Okay, so, I get *why* people think they can win. I said, staring at a flat grid map of a cluster of artificial islands in the mid Atlantic. But why do they keep trying, when they could just not?
Im puzzling through the logistics of troop movent. Of sending mismatched tech levels of transport boat to unload soldiers onto islands with minimal natural resources so you could
Conquer them? I guess?
Because they wish to rule. Glitter says, as if its both obvious and natural, which it damn well isnt. The dream of Empire, of Dynasty. To be able to clutch the map in its completion and say, without rebuke, This is *mine*. It is a powerful feeling. Even now, I cannot shake the wisps of it in my own creation.
Glitter was made to kill people. Specifically, to kill enemies of her creators. Their definition appears to have included anyone of a different polity that did not submit, and absolutely anyone of a different faith that did not convert.
Shes not the only one. There are at least seventy one others like her out there. Or there were at one point. And thats just from one side of one war.
Glitters primary body - which she has a very strong integration with - is armor, ECM, magnetic shielding, and hull plates all built around a targeting array and a singular weapon of remarkable power. A void beam, made to carve across lightly armored surface targets and leave behind only glowing lilac ash. The kind of weapon that could kill a city, if you caught it off guard.
There are six of them on the station. Im not bragging or anything, just trying to give a fra of reference.
Do you realize, I say with a slow anger, that for every hydroponics bed I find up here - and not even the ones that work - I run across a hundred laser cannons, railguns, nuclear options, and missile stockpiles?
Ennos has shared a data connection with . I have examined so of your own logs, though they are fragnted. I was wondering how to ask on that. Glitters voice is rich, like a perfect courtly lady. I do not think I will spend much ti exploring your grid.
I blink a few tis. Is it that ssy? Its strange to be sheepish while having company over. What a *new* feeling.
Less so that, and more so that there are strange movents within it. Code and files move and shift, without condition or impetus. I do not think even Ennos realizes how much, born into it as they were. Glitter lets out a humming song as she forms her next sentence. I understand why they call it haunted.
Ennos and Glitter have talked a bit. Apparently, while I was last sleeping, there was a window of ti where the thing lurking in the language files was offline. Ennos took advantage to sneak in and have a quick conversation with his new neighbor. It didnt last, and I missed the whole thing, but the two of them at least have a strong foundation for getting along.
But as much as I want to talk about the ghosts - and I *will* get to that eventually - right now theres a problem on the surface that I want to handle.
Were getting sidetracked. I say, aware of the irony and hoping that my judgental AI roommate isnt listening in right now. I *do* have a point. Its that this resource cost is wasteful! So stupid! Why are they building warships, and conquering islands they dont need?! They have enough! How did they even do that without noticing? I have a system for this.
Glitter gives a rustling sigh. They want more than they have. Its not about having enough. They will never have enough. Though I suspect for many of their soldiers, enough would simply be hot food and a bed. They are not conquerors, they are simply people, used as weapons by those who will never not want more. Through our awkwardly jury rigged grid connection, Glitter sends a prompt for access to an old textbook. Empire of Want, it is called. Part of my own war was... she starts, and then trails off.
This has happened a few tis. Glitter does not want to talk about her past. Either the mories are fragnted, or worn away, or simply too painful or lancholy to be spoken so casually.
I give her ti, and start assessing what to do about this naval force that seed pretty dedicated to casual subjugation.
This is not what I wanted to do today. I was going to be going through the cargo logs for a shuttle that we picked up. Well, half a shuttle. Okay, half a shuttles computer. Look, this isnt important. What matters is that it had picked up a load of fresh produce bound for one of the orbital habs, and it *wasnt* surface capable. Which ans I could have a lead on a potential source of *literally anything worth eating*!
I dont care if its just so dessicated seeds and a bucket of dirt! Ill figure it out! Im resourceful!
But no. Instead Im trying to figure out how to stop an invasion. Again.
Its probably going to involve shooting, if were being honest.
As I start to try to make sense of how their soldiers have moved by sliding ti back and forth, I notice sothing weird in my scanner log. Whats this? I say out loud.
The words snap Glitter out of her mory trance. Ah! Her voice squeaks in what sounds like alard embarrassnt. Which, again, I need to ask one of the AIs about, because they shouldnt do that? Maybe. What do I know. Apologies, Lily. She says, before I approve a request to share the data feed with her. Again. Station really doesnt like sharing. This appears to be a rather large reaction to sothing.
It did, but I didnt get what. On the map, about two days ago, suddenly the small pockets of soldiers already on the island they were in the process of invading all began moving in the sa direction. Toward the sa point. And a swarm of new lifesign dots flowed out of the ships as well. Theyd sent almost everyone to check on sothing, barring a dozen or so that stayed on the ships.
Hey Ennos? I said out loud. You busy?
Always. The young AI responded with a confident tone. Whats gone wrong?
What happened at this ti code? Anything that we noticed?
I could, naturally, ask the station myself. But the stations logs are fragnted, and its *not just my fault*. Different scanners store things in different places and different formats, and look, the point is, Glitter isnt *wrong*, but Im also not really the only problem here.
Ennos is just faster. And I think they enjoy the puzzle.
And when I say faster, I an theyre done in the ti it took to explain this.
A lot of things happened then. They say, unhelpfully. But if you an in regards to the current largest problem debris impact. Sothing fell from orbit, and landed in that grid section.
Did it happen to land *here*? I highlight the spot it seems like all the soldiers are moving toward, never reaching exactly, but spending a good amount of ti searching an area.
The island is dense with two things; permacrete structures, and the vegetation giving civilization the middle finger by growing up, around, and sotis through the permacrete structures. So villages still make use of them, but most are actually just built on *top* of the old skyscrapers and comrce blocks. Finding anything while navigating a simultaneously urban and wilderness environnt must be a pain without my powers of being basically omniscient.
Ennos gives an exasperated sigh. The station sensors arent omniscient, Lily. They say, ruining my point entirely. The island is a dense, inscrutable, and
Okay, it landed about there. I cut Ennos off. Thanks! I appreciate you!
...Im going back to work. They grumble.
I do believe, Glitter says, that you have upset them.
You two cant even understand each other most of the ti! I exclaim, rising from my perch by one of the circular crystalline windows that Ive co to enjoy sitting in while talking to Glitter. They give a good view of her from this part of the station. I stretch my paws out, tail flicking into the air as I limber up my body, toes flexing apart before I let out a satisfied noise and relax back to my feet. I start moving through the halls, not sprinting exactly, but whatever the cat version of jogging is. I know where Im going, and I have a plan.
Glitter cant actually see moving. Though I suspect her refined ears can hear huffing softly as I run. I apologize that I cannot help you better understand us.
Them. I say, glad my voice doesnt take breath. Youre *us* now. Theyre them. But also, I dunno, were all us. Unless you decide otherwise.
That is an erratic and anarchistic view of things, though I suppose not without rit or emotional value. Glitter accepts what I say more or less without question, acknowledging my perfect wisdom.
Exactly! So I have a plan! And you did help. I tell her.
She doesnt sound reassured when she speaks again. How?
I recognize that how. Thats the tone Ennos uses when hes worried Im going to do sothing he thinks is risky and stupid. Dont worry! Its not risky or stupid. And you helped by telling about the difference between them.
Them, the invaders and the islanders? We have spoken little of those actually being hard, in truth.
No no, the soldiers, and the conquerors. I say, as I slide into the custom modeled cradle I have for just such an occasion. I may have to be here for a little while, waiting for conditions to be right. It made realize sothing.
What is that? Glitter and Ennos ask at the sa ti. I guess hes been paying attention, though most likely he started watching as soon as I started heading for the weapons array.
I give a snarl that any wild mber of my species would be proud of. Who to shoot. I state flatly.
I stop listening then. I have to focus. Its still a challenge, without thumbs or proper elbows, to line up a shot. But I make do.
The deck thumps slightly when the railgun fires, the grade-one groundstriker round, the smallest thing I have that will still get so attention, catapulted toward the planet at high speed.
Not vaporize an army high speed though. More like leave a trail of fire in the sky and dont break too much when you land high speed.
Ive fired it in at an angle, ahead of our orbital path. Off to my side, the AR display of the map of the island is still up, and I reset it to present ti. Were out of range of our life scanner, but well be there in about twenty minutes.
I kick back, and wait. Actually, now seems like the perfect ti for a cat nap. I set an alarm. Then I wait!
Glitter and Ennos probably have questions. But theyre being rather polite and waiting with . Possibly because I told them to wait, and Id explain. But I think theyve caught on.
Twenty minutes later, were in range. Not directly overhead, but whos counting? The map updates, and the flood of markers for soldiers propagates across the island, all of them moving toward where my groundstriker impacted. A lot of them from the boats, too! Theyre really invested in this!
There are, again, a dozen or so left on the ships. I double check where the islands native civilians are. All clear.
Fun fact void beams dont give a shit what your ship is made of and I have six of them. One for each ship! Serendipity!
I an, Im only going to fire one. Im not wasteful. My paw traces a line across the map while activating the firing sequence. Deep in the armored core of the station, a single void battery discharges, feeding chaotic energies into the weapon and sending a lilac beam through the atmosphere and into the command bridge of the first ship. The others dont have ti to react before a microter adjustnt to the weapon in orbit sends the beam tracing down the hull, across the water, and through the bridges of the next five ships in a zig zagging row.
They burn. The material composition of the ships shows as mostly tal, but void beams dont actually care that much. They burn all the sa.
The soldiers on the island all react differently. So run, toward or away from the *highly obvious attack*. So just stop. So scatter. It doesnt matter. They arent soldiers anymore.
What do they want? Glitter already told . They probably want a hot al and a nice bed. If they ask nicely, the island will have that. Theres plenty of buildings there, plenty of food. I have, for personal edification reasons, an *extensive catalogue* of all the things I could eat on that island, down to the types of grass. Theyll be *fine*.
Especially with no conquerors giving them orders.
Enjoy your second chance, soldiers-no-more.
So! I say rolling out of the cradle and bounding down the hall to put so distance between myself and my weapons. Who wants to help track down that shuttles hookup? Ive got a good feeling about this one!
Ennos and Glitter dont answer right away. But thats fine. I dont understand a lot of things, but I do understand what I am. Ill give them so ti.
But Ill also start checking shuttle logs while I wait.
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