Ethos
by Daphne Garrido
Part One | Conundrum
Part Two | Echoes of Thoughtlessness
Part Three | Time Throws Fire
Part Four | Prelude to War
Part One | Conundrum
Chapter One
War Cry was a homing missile itself as it released bursts of its roaring balls of flame from the twin canons mounted on its underbelly. Thickets of flaming tethers within would make haste upon Poe’s enemy.
No simulation—this was all real.
Others had come. There wasn’t a chance to do anything but launch every Foundry warship into action. Nothing had a chance against their might when wielded with brunt force. Carnal perceptions of wrought ecstasy surged through Poe’s form within the hardshell. Her merging with the soft chair within was gimbled inside the craft.
Tenacity brought her first to bear upon the new enemy found inside Boreál. Reactives had been unfolded into time space shortly after Foundry’s ninety-ninth Heart Burst ceremony—tornados of goonships were spawning from a rip.
Fury begot the one before Poe’s retributive onslaught—immolated whole.
Silence betrayed the veracity of War Cry’s infernus; shockwaves of its energy now tuned to reach beyond the origin of impact. Undoing callously the mistake of their coming here to begin with.
“Glory!” poured in from Theodore—its consciousness bleeding straight to thought for Poe. They were together in this battle as were all pilots and their warship’s intelligence, connected together through source-hub itself.
Conundrums; bleating menageries in witness of form becoming through grace—particles unseen, thoughtless—holding nothing but light to bear on all. It was everywhere at once. Quantum entanglement was holding all through a rip birthed of luck. Forces beyond about solar system made crash upon esoterica.
Underbellies of thoughtless vultures swarmed.
Clarity was challenging the thoughts around. Poly fiber nanoparticles of etheric semiosis held all.
Chalice unleashed jet stream of electromagnetic contrivance and molecular dismemberment. Jacobi Ebbentide’s retrofitted, illusionary under-feathering, mottled pocked flecked dust motes into buoyant sheathing protecting the rear frame.
Elise had been known as Cory—they were a hero.