Pulses in the Dark, Atum Stories Pt.1

[Omicron]

Admiral stood quiet, not uttering a word.

Clad in his black power armor, he did not even said a word to Jeremy, his years long friend and ally. No one could work out what was his problem as of late, but he accepted Hunter's request to join him on his personnal quest to recover what layed within Atum. As boarding came close, he put on his helmet in silence and loaded up his shotgun with high caliber shells. High-penetration anti-armor device unwieldable by anyone not fitted with a vehicle, exoskeleton or significant augmentations, in its bulky state resembling something more akin a flak gun.

When he had to actually say a word, he turned towards the Colonel, face obscured by the full helmet. "Utmost priority, recover the ship." He had expected AI-related monstrosity aboard, running processes it had been designed to. Whether it had been corrupted or gone rogue, he did not cared. It all became clear then, his crusade of recovering technology was what drawed him to the cruiser. His reign of iron fist since Omicron Minor saw aggressive re-accquisition of all assortment of Order hardware no matter the circumstances, preserving as much useful gear for The Order fleet into the days ahead. He remembered the "original Aelita", a young pilot and genetically cursed with height almost making it impossible for her to pilot a starship at that. He did not knew, nor cared about Jeremy's feelings towards her.

Golanski was not entirely soul-less about the incursion, finding some compassion to the veterans suffering various ailments, granting them medical care and augmentations to continue their service. He would make Aelita the same offer, assuming she still is alive that is. Some would mistake his perseverence as unhuman, however The Grand Admiral could hardly find a proper way to communicate his state of emotions to his fellow subordinates. Everyone however knew the hotheaded, inspired calls for wars and operations to capitalize on his ideals. Few would heard his full sentence upon discovery of the first defenders of the cruiser, however as guns went quiet last part of his sentence was clearly audible to everyone present.

"...those damned toasters."

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