A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 353, Wednesday
December 19th, 2018
Chapter Three: Target
The Observers in the high command were experienced combatants. They lived for conflict and had become artists of the conflagration.
The Admiral of the rebel fleet was no fool, he knew there would be massive destruction, and he did not intend to be among the dead.
In other times, in other battles he might not have been as concerned. He never feared death because he never expected it, he believed implicitly in the power of the Continuum to restore him, it had done so before, but now he was not so sure.
He did not fear death. In fact, he welcomed it, but he wanted to see the end of this game, to be on the final battle ground in this war against the God’s.
He sent the armada in as decoys drawing fire from the defenses of HomeWorld, they did what he intended them to do, and many of his friends were lost to the cold vacuum of space.
They thought that the flight path he had programmed would allow them in, allow them to avoid the firing solution of HomeWorld’s defenses.
The energy weapons were easy to avoid, they could see them on their monitors as they powered up, they had no reason to fear more extreme weapons like singularity-mines so close to the massive structure of HomeWorld.
They had assumed that they were facing automated systems, they did not realize there was a consciousness to contend with, one bent on their destruction.
The fleet received their orders like sheep, flying predictably into the path of the projectiles that had targeted them.
It was a total slaughter.
The fleet was cut apart while the Admiral landed in the heart of the Central Planet.
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