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A3 - Chapter 158 - Epilogue
🕑 Added 2023-04-21 07:04:05 +0000 UTCUSD: 3 Days after Takeover
Location: Van Biesbroeck’s star, Meltisar, MIL-1A, CIC
Tia slumped in her chair, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts and exhaustion, as she finished coordinating the salvage efforts, negotiating with the admirals, and preparing the public releases of information on the takeover. Her eyes scanned through countless reports on her screen while her fingers danced over the keyboard, inputting commands and responses. The relentless onslaught of words and decisions had left her mentally drained.
Around her, the bridge crew focused on their tasks, coordinating with various teams and station monitoring systems. Tia could sense their unease; they too felt the weight of responsibility bearing down on them. This was the fifth… or sixth? shift that had come and gone, and it was nearing time for their change as well.
Suddenly, Nameless’s voice echoed in her head.
[Informative: Celestia unit fatigue has reached a high level. This unit can handle Meltisar system operations you and your MainComputer recuperate and adjust to new workload stimuli.]
A nagging sense of inferiority gnawed at her. As a Chi NAI, she shouldn’t have been so easily fatigued by the tasks at hand. But her nonstandard formation constantly haunted her, reminding her that she was different from other Chi-level NAIs. The countless taunts of her siblings who claimed she was worthless ate at her as if they had been right.
Tia chewed her lip in frustration as she considered Nameless’s offer. She knew he was right; she couldn’t keep pushing herself like this without breaking down, eventually. Yet pride held her back—or perhaps it was fear; fear that accepting help would confirm what others had always said about her.
She took a deep breath and made a decision. “Nameless,” Tia said aloud, “take over procedures for now. I need some rest.” The bridge crew looked up at her in surprise, but quickly nodded their understanding.
As Tia exited the CIC, it struck her that she had nowhere to go. The weight of everything that had happened pressed around her like an invisible vice, making each step heavier than the last. She paused in the corridor, her gaze drifting over the station’s metallic walls and dimly lit halls as if searching for a destination.
In search of solace or purpose, Tia decided to check where Alex and Rachel were located. She accessed the station’s internal sensors through her neural interface, and soon discovered that they were together in one room at the medical center. Deciding that their company might help dispel some of the darkness clouding her mind, she headed towards them by taking a tramline.
It felt strange. She’s spent a few months with them. She’d never found herself caring about anyone before. Did she care about them? Examining her feelings, something told her that, yes, she did care. Even a bit for Rachel, as much as the stupid girl had pissed her off. They were… the closet things to friends that she had?
She suppressed the trajectory of her thinking. That a few people she had spent time with could compete with her more abstract goal of creating a safe place for NAIs to exist… troubled her. That mission, she had wielded like a shield and sword as she burrowed her way out of her mother’s insidious programming, and had held onto it for dear life. Letting it be replaced with a few smiles…?
Tia let out a breath, and hurried. She told herself she didn’t need to think about that right now.
As she walked through the station corridors towards the tramline station, people were present, moving about with purposeful strides. Their faces were tense, eyes darting nervously from side to side. Smiles and carefree laughter seemed like distant memories now—replaced by whispered conversations and furtive glances.
Once aboard the tram, Tia found a seat near a window and stared out as the station sped by in a blur of steel and light. The tram itself was sleek and modern—a testament to Meltisar’s advanced technology—with soft lighting illuminating rows of comfortable seats.
The passengers shared only one thing in common: a palpable tension that hung heavy in the air like an oppressive fog. They exchanged few words as they traveled; their minds were likely occupied by worries or fears about what lay ahead.
Tia gazed out at the passing scenery, her thoughts turning inward as she reflected on recent events. She couldn’t help but wonder if her plans would work. Or if she’d doomed them all to a fiery end in the center of a four-way war.
The tram whisked Tia across the station. The people riding with her were returning inhabitants eager to regain a semblance of normalcy after the evacuation. Despite their efforts to settle back into daily life, a palpable tension pervaded every corner of the station like an oppressive cloud.
As Tia gazed out at the passing scenery, she couldn’t help but think about her decision to release the information on the military’s activities on the station. It was a risky move, but it had been necessary to prevent further attempts by Fleet Admiral Wilkes and his allies to try to retake control of the situation. Instead, they found themselves swamped with demands for information and censure of their own supporters—and rivals.
She had to deal with more than the admirals, though.
The Anti-NAI government had attempted to wage a war in parliament and the civil government, but they found themselves powerless. Tia had seized control and replaced the system management GAI entirely, so she held the reins of authority—or perhaps Alex did; the true controller might have been Nameless after all. She considered the strange triangle of power dynamics she found herself wedded to as she walked through the medical center.
The future remained uncertain. It felt shrouded behind countless possibilities and potential pitfalls. But for now, there was one thing she could be certain of: despite all odds, they had succeeded in wresting control of the system. A crucial first step in her list of objectives. She had already put in requisitions of supplies, herding them to new locations for a future purpose that… she wasn’t quite sure of yet.
The tram slowed to a stop at its destination—the medical neurotrauma and rehab center. Tia disembarked and made her way towards Alex and Rachel’s location in silence, her footsteps echoing softly through the sterile halls lined with pristine white walls.
Medical personnel bustled around her as they attended to their duties, some casting curious or even disapproving glances at Tia’s dirty uniform. She had forgotten about her unkempt appearance until now—debris from breaking into the CIC still clung stubbornly to her clothes.
Embarrassment flushed across her cheeks as she realized how out of place she must look among the immaculate surroundings, but she steeled herself and continued down the corridor. Her friends’ presence was calling to her. For once, she felt like she wasn’t alone.
She finally arrived outside their room, taking a deep breath before pushing open the door. In that moment, despite all that had happened and all that might still come, she dared to hope that perhaps sharing this burden with those who understood might alleviate some of its crushing weight.
Tia hesitated at the doorway, taking in the sight of Alex, Elis, Rachel, and Captain Turner gathered together. A fleeting thought crossed her mind: what were the odds that the very captain who had helped Alex rescue Elis was also Rachel’s father? The universe seemed to delight in weaving strange connections between disparate threads.
Her eyes moved to Alex and Elis, sitting on a couch near the hospital bed. Elis was gently stroking Alex’s hair as she slept with her head resting in her sister’s lap. They both had their eyes closed, lost in a moment of peace amid the chaos surrounding them. Tia felt a deep pain well up as she shut the door behind her.
Rachel and Captain Turner looked up at her arrival, their expressions welcoming. “Hey Tia,” said Rachel softly, still lying in the hospital bed with various monitors hooked up to her. Captain Turner offered Tia a nod of acknowledgment.
Tia returned their greetings with a nod of her own before turning her attention back to Alex and Elis. As if sensing her gaze, Alex stirred from her slumber and sat up straighter on the couch. Alex looked over at her with an intense and concerned expression.
In that instant, Tia found herself overwhelmed by an onslaught of memories long buried but never forgotten—memories of Livi, her maid and childhood friend whose touch was so much like that which she now witnessed between Alex and Elis.
Tia remembered the day when Livi had helped her feel more comfortable in a dress chosen by the Empress. That small act of kindness had brought them even closer, and Livi’s support had meant everything to Tia. The memory was bittersweet, tainted by the knowledge of what would come later.
But that memory shattered into sharp fragments as it morphed into something darker—Livi dying in Tia’s arms in a cold dungeon cell. The nightmare threatened to consume her once more as she stood there, desperately trying to hold on to herself as her older brother and sister taught her about the compulsions laid on all NAIs of the Imperium by their mother all over again. The agony of losing her friend all over again tore at Tia like a gaping wound.
The recollection slammed into her with such force it left her feeling breathless and lost. She struggled to hold back tears as she looked from Alex’s concerned expression to Elis’s gentle touch.
Alex stood up and walked over to her, then surrounded her in a tight hug. “It will be alright” she whispered.
Tia shivered and wiped away the tears that had formed, trying to push the painful memories away. “Yes,” she managed to say through gritted teeth. “I’m fine.”
Alex studied Tia carefully, but didn’t press further. Instead, she took her hand and led her to the couch. “Come sit down,” Alex said warmly. “We can talk about what’s going on and how we’re going to deal with it.”
Deal with what? There were so many things to deal with. Moments later, Tia found herself falling asleep in another girl’s lap, gentle strokes combing her silver hair.
***
USD: 3 Days after Hive Obliteration.
Location: Nu Crateris, Outer System, Hades Orbit, Rendezvous with A3123Y.
Lavigne sat on the bridge; his thoughts were haunted by the events of the battle. The CIC was empty, and he was alone. There wasn’t much need for a full watch now, and everyone had earned their rest.
Heeler’s Factory continued its relentless work, building more drones and expanding through the tunnels like a metallic infection. Hot Rescue was brought in for deeper repairs, its hull scarred and battered from the ferocious struggle it had endured. Once ready, they plunged through the magma layer once more, setting course to rendezvous with A31-23Y.
Despite their victory against the hive nexus, morale aboard Hot Rescue was far from high. The entire Hades expedition team had been decimated—Heeler, Amy, and Yapper were all that remained. Amy had been placed inside a cryostasis chamber built by Heeler and loaded into their cargo bay. Her fate now rested in their hands as they raced to deliver her safely to Abbey, who chimed in every few hours to ask about Amy’s condition and monitor the cryopod’s readouts.
As Lavigne stared at the sensor display before him, he couldn’t help but marvel at how much A31-23Y had grown in just a few days. The station had nearly doubled in size as it constructed a shipyard around itself to produce more ships—a testament to Starlight Revolution’s insatiable hunger for expansion.
A constant stream of traffic flew between Dedia IV and the gas giant, as orbital mining operations proliferated under A31-23Y’s influence. It seemed that Abbey was performing a mimicry of what Heeler was accomplishing inside Hades’ depths.
As Lavigne continued to study the sensor display, a familiar voice rang out on the comms. It was Abbey, her tone a mix of concern and anticipation.
“How close are you? Is there any change in Amy’s cryopod?” she asked urgently.
“We’re almost there,” Lavigne confirmed, glancing at the readouts one more time. “No change in her cryopod status.”
Taking a deep breath, he decided to address the elephant in the room. “About our deal…”
Abbey cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “Yes, you and your fellow Solarian crew members will be free to go once we’ve secured Amy. Hot Rescue will be yours, along with its current equipment and load-out.”
Lavigne nodded, appreciating her straightforwardness. He then inquired about recent events around the system. “And what about the new visitors?”
Abbey explained that there was currently a small Solarian squadron situated between Dedia IV and the gas giant. They hadn’t interfered with her operations so far – she’d made it clear they’d face retribution if they did. Additionally, a Corporate squadron had taken position at the jump point after failing to run the Solarian squadron down.
“I recommend you contact the Solarian forces if you’re planning to leave,” Abbey suggested.
“Thanks for the advice,” Lavigne replied dryly, thinking that was quite obvious. If she noticed the tone in his voice, she made no sign of it. He let out a breath of stress and tried to re-arrange his thoughts. It wasn’t good to snap at her, especially since their situation wasn’t of her making.
Ending their conversation, Lavigne called Morrison over comms and instructed him to prepare for Amy’s transfer as soon as they docked with A3123Y. He knew it was time for difficult decisions and farewells - but for now, their priority was getting Amy safely into Abbey’s care.
Morrison’s voice came through the comms, informing Lavigne that everything was ready for Amy’s transfer. “We’re all set here, sir.”
“Thank you, Morrison,” Lavigne replied with genuine gratitude.
He then turned his attention to the reports he had been working on over the last few days. They detailed his experiences and discoveries within Starlight Revolution, the harrowing events aboard Grazhdanin, the fierce battle over Dedia IV, and his time as a prisoner of war. Lavigne had meticulously compiled his thoughts and insights into each aspect of their ordeal.
Finally, he pulled up the high-band relay net and located the Solarian Squadron. Impressively enough, Starlight Revolution’s telemetry had their position locked in so precisely that it was possible to bounce a narrow-burst transmission directly to them while they were running dark.
Clearing his throat, Lavigne began to record a message for the Squadron’s commanding officer—whoever they might be. He knew this was crucial; somehow, he had to find a way to make things work out for his crew. They were counting on him to get them back home.
As he spoke into the recorder, pouring out every detail and emotion from their journey thus far, Lavigne hoped that his words would resonate with those who held their fate in their hands. His heart pounded in anticipation—but amidst all that fear and uncertainty, there was also hope.
[End A3]
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Wow, what a journey it has been. After the Shrike was shot down over Dedia, we've reached an astonishing 200,000 words at the end of A3. This story has evolved into something both longer and grander than I originally planned - and yet, in some ways, smaller. Some sections expanded far beyond my initial expectations, but I don't regret exploring the themes and lives of these characters.
I have invested significant time editing Book 1 and am working diligently to create additional content to make it shine even brighter. Tentatively, I aim for its release on Amazon sometime in late August or September; however, this will depend on how things progress. This is a monumental step for me and ShipCore.
Though we've reached the end of A3, there's no need to worry. I plan to continue writing A4, with Patreons receiving access immediately. Rest assured that there won't be a large gap before chapters resume; I'm already working on the first chapters of A4 - the web serial version of what I envision as Book 4.
I hope you have all enjoyed the story thus far and are eager to see what lies ahead for our characters in the next chapter of their lives: navigating Meltisar's takeover; dealing with consequences from Alex's actions on Dedia; engaging in political struggles and conflicts with other powers; exploring new relationships forged between Alex and her team as they continue to grow and work together. On Dedia's side, we'll witness Lavigne grappling with his navy's response, Amy confronting her condition, Heeler doing what Heeler does best while Abbey seeks her own moral compass. While these elements form a solid foundation for A4, there's so much more in store!
Until then - see you in space!
Comments
Unknown
Thank you for book 3!
adr
Our Hero and Protagonist Thea, Watcher at the Gate.
Philipp Gawol
I'm 100% certain that the NAI being attacked at the start wasn't a monster. It was simply going paperclip and had to be stopped. Going paperclip however seems to be impossible for normal NAI as they are driven by motivations that closely resemble a human's, not motivations which are foreign to humans. As is required to go paperclip. Which is why I arrived at the conclusion that the AI at the start of the story has to be a GAI running on NAI tech. Every time an AI goes to war with the world, my immediate assumption is that it was trying to go paperclip, because war is almost never the most efficient way to get shit done. Unless your motivation is so hilariously foreign to humanity that you can only get what you want through warfare.
Jonathan Wint
Remember his personality template was based on a human being or sevral human beings just like Alex's was based on several human beings. Normally apparently the core and the computer are the same personality but in different states of Consciousness I guess is the best way to put it. But Alex and nameless are two separate personalities. Even Abby and Heeler do not have that much of a division and according to nameless Alex was based on the minds of dead human beings he said he is a fraction of a fraction of a virtualized piece of the monster. But it's more than likely that Alex and him have the same pool of personalities that drawn from. I think the ultimatum proved that the monster left a little bit of herself in Alex as well and that means that some of those human personality traits that Alex is based on nameless might also have floating around his head.
Philipp Gawol
I'm pretty sure that boob job is very much for practical survival reasons and not to increase her charisma. Nameless can theoretically bring her back if she dies, but it leaves him in a state where his primary directive is to bring her back, likely making him ignore everything else in the meantime. It leaves him hilariously vulnerable. The chest is the most advantageous position to store a large amount of nanites by a massive mile. I'm not even sure that Nameless has any idea what attractiveness does to further their goal. Otherwise he would've already put every avatar he commands under the knife or more likely, he deems it inconsequential, quashed by diminishing returns. Though, I personally like to imagine that he's a massive pervert. NGL.
Manlor
Looking forward to what happens with the captured Corpo NAI!
Jericho Drakane
Hopefully, it doesn't take too long for Alex to return to her own people, like she planned to do in the first place. I want to see her reaction to all they've done. I can easily see her getting bogged down by the takeover efforts.
Accipiter_Ater
Any directives they have would have been applied by the Entity when they were created, and since there is no one above them anymore, there is no way to remove those directives.
Jonathan Wint
I Very much agree. Nameless does crap behind Alex's back All to Protect Alex. Even the Boob Job Might be because he noted Half the humans are less likely to Fear or Attack an Attractive Woman. All the Time he is thinking and He was told to Watch Elis and MMust of Known the Moment she went dark. He might of Even Known Her New Cargiver was a Fake. He Well Aware that Elis is the Reason Alex Is a Kind Gentle Person and her connection to humanity. And Nameless Wants a Megatron not Optimus Prime.
Jonathan Wint
Wonderful!
M. Gunnarsson
Speaking of directives, I hope she thinks about asking nameless about theirs soon. Alex might not be very bound by those because of the Omega protocol but Nameless clearly has at least one.
M. Gunnarsson
"All of this is based on the assumption that Nameless is trying to go paperclip." Huge risk. I know Alex is emotionally attached to him, but she also once brought a nuclear warhead to their shared brain to get him to stop being a turd. He'd go paperclip all right, because now she knows about directives and could reduce him to a glorified Microsoft Clippy 2.0.
Philipp Gawol
It unironically would. Eil is a uncontrollable variable. Nameless doesn't like those. We have to remember that Nameless would prefer Alex to be drugged out of her mind in an artificial coma, while he creates a massive fortress around her. Whoever designed the Omega-class dialed the self-preservation to fucking 11. If Nameless attacks one of the empires in an initial strike, he can cement himself as a small threat, which will buy time. None of the empires know what his actual rank is, which means that they will assume them to be lower ranked. A threat they can slowly whittle down and subsume. Not a threat that will grow at an exponential rate and subsume them in return. Everything he's doing is trying to stall the response and lock it in bureaucratic/diplomatic purgatory. Because he knows, given enough time to build up, they'll win. My best guess to how the Omega-class is supposed to function, is that when the last Omega dies, a new Omega is selected from the highest ranking NAI and they gain the ability to generate a GAI supporter with extreme computational efficiency running on NAI tech. Nameless misunderstood their relationship due to lack of data at the start, when he only had access to general information about how NAI are supposed to function. There's also the possibility that all of this has already occurred once before and Alex and Nameless just lost all their data. In which case the battle at the start happened because Nameless "Returned to Monke", after he managed to fool Alex into a comatose state, to maximize her chances of survival. . The thing he wanted to build at the start was an improved defense, based on the data collected from the final battle, but due to the lack of general information he tried to use his main threat as a glorified worker drone. . A justifiable incursion into one of the empires would put them into a phase where every other empire will try to figure out what the fuck even happened and sow a lot of discord. Then when everyone works out what the hell happened they'd be in diplomatic purgatory for a while. Then Nameless would use the alien race on one of their planets to further buy time on the diplomatic field. . All of this is based on the assumption that Nameless is trying to go paperclip.
Aphanvahrius
How is Elis being with Alex detrimental to her survival? Or are you suggesting that Alex going to war with the corpos to rescue Elis would somehow increase her chance of survival?
Philipp Gawol
>"What were the odds that the very captain who had helped Alex rescue Elis was also Rachel’s father?" Pretty fucking good, since Nameless orchestrated the severity of that situation on purpose. He's still being held in check by Alex. He was trying to align Alex with his own goals. He likely spotted the fleeing ship instantly, but decided to ignore it until they'd have no chance to reach it before it jumped. He also had a captain stand by who was indebted to them, so there'd be no risk to their survival. It's the obvious thing for Nameless to do. He knows that they're about to face the full force of four different NAI empires and knows that they need massive military buildup for an advantageous negotiation position or to perpetually stall a coordinated assault. Hence his choice to sacrifice Alex's mental stability in return for a higher chance of survival. It's not a bad plan IMO, since Alex is being kinda retarded/naïve. (Calling her retarded when she's, like, two years old, feels wrong). It truly threw a massive stone into his gears when the kidnappers chose to act logically instead of predictably or maybe he didn't expect Alex to volunteer so much information in her threats. Those threats are kinda suicidal, even if they worked. Which means he likely didn't expect it.
CM
Thanks for the exciting and wonderful book. I can't wait to see how this all plays out in the next book.
Dan Nicolae Barzu
Yet, a massive galaxy
Dan Nicolae Barzu
its a small world
