THE WAY IS OPENING. THEY WILL COME FOR YOU NOW.
“The gate…” Sayori looked sharply at Ella. “Is this news to you too?”
Until now her concerns had remained bounded by the ferrocarbide hull of the Elcano, with survival the primary goal and escape now a tantalising second. The transfigured bridge crew had made no mention of the Berserkers reactivating the Collector Gate since the explorer fleet had appeared, and so she had simply assumed that they were either uninterested or incapable of doing so. Now though…
Cronos could be blowing smoke to get them to go along with its plan, that was true...but what if the Berserkers did eventually overrun the Elcano? What if they absorbed Julian’s knowledge, and took control of the vacuum particle batteries that could be used to charge up the Gate…?
But before she could take the line of thought any further, Miranda stepped forward, hand on sword.
And everything went to hell.
Miranda turned away from the shield putting her back to Chronos to look at the others. “You think it feels remorse and that is why it wants to help us? Are these things even capable of feeling remorse? Because I know for damn sure the things up there that are trying to kill us didn't feel sorry about it. They are killing machines and nothing more. You are all crazy to trust this Chronos without any reason or proof. Excuse me for not having blind faith in this false god. News flash, gods don't exist.”
“Have you got a single productive answer?” Sayori snapped, her heart racing from shock at Cronos' attack and anger at the pathologically combative Lyran. Her hands crushed into fists inside her suit. “If not, then for once in your life, shut your fucking mouth!”
Stratford walked behind Miranda quickly and placed her metal arm around her shoulder. "Enough." she finally said.
Vezarres was muttering to himself in the guttural Dragonoid tongue. When he spoke, he almost sounded amused. "Can we convert this to our own?" He asked aloud and looked up to the machine.
Sayori shook her head, as wary of provoking the alien construct further as she was of its demand to commune with Sinclair.
“First priority, we need to get home.” she said. The answer was for Vez, for Miranda, and perhaps even for Cronos itself. “And nothing else.”
"What is this... 'communion'?" Iona asked, unmoved by the alien alpha's attack.
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