Project Epsilon

[Osilon]

Jasmine seemed a little solemn as she spoke.
"Well. From what I 'ave learned, the Royalists still believe that the old alliance betrayed them when they launched the sleeper ships, leaving them behind. Their military is insanely powerful, and from what Cassandra has told me, theres been more activity than usual lately. The council are...well, they are the saviours, I guess. But if they win, where do the Brigands end up? We are pirates, and that is all we know. If either group wins, we still end up the same, it doesn't matter much to me."
She smiles, looking around at her creation.
"As for this...I had the raw materials. What I needed, what I really needed, was the -heart- of everything. None of this would be happening if I didn't get those supplies, none of it. The robotics, the optronics, -everything- relied on those parts...and after they were delivered, I finally brought my creation to life for the first time. It is his handiwork you see here, every drone, every design, part of the same mind, same logic. This technology is all generated from the parts you brough me...as for what I want to do with it? Well, think of what I could do. I've got what is necessarily an army at my fingertips...what would you do with such a thing?"

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.