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Logical Irrationality
Chapter 6

-VB-

It took me one day to set up all of the factories for bot production.

During that day, what factories were put to work started churning out Doxes and Bluehawks instead of fabricator bots, basic infantry and anti-land, air, and orbit units respectively. By the end of that same day that saw the construction of all factories, I had some three thousand doxes and one thousand bluehawks.

Oh, and one thousand Booms, but those were made as a part of a back up plan.

I didn’t bother to make any of my versions of Necrons, even though I had that technology in my grasp. Making them would require specific factories that needed too much time to make, and necron constructs took much more time to make than the simpler Made to Die Doxes and LRM on legs Bluehawks that came naturally to me as a Commander.

When the night was the deepest, I launched my attack.

I watched the futile attempts of the jaffas under whichever goa’uld that ruled this planet. They tried to huddle, they tried to break up, and they tried to hide. Nothing worked in the face of overwhelming power.

They had called in their Al’kesh to do bombing runnings, but those Al’keshs died an ignoble death when my bluehawks shot LRMs by the dozens and then hundreds. The mere five Al’keshs that came to the jaffas’ rescue blew up in the skies.

It should have been a resounding victory, but it wasn’t.

I watched from afar after having fired a missile to take out the Stargate as the goa’uld ran through it and left their jaffas to die.

The entire battle took a total of one hour and eight minutes as I hunted down everything goa’uld related.

Once the jaffas were dead, I found myself with hungry and trembling slaves, wondering if today was the day they were going to perish. I herded them on to my transports and had them brought to newly constructed bubble habitat. While they would not be joining my orphans who lived in their own habitat, I would do my best to help them.

At the same time, I cranked my operations up to complete my projects faster. The goa’uld survived, which meant that I could soon be facing a goa’uld mothership in orbit. I had no desire to sit and wait for them, not when they could just as easily land troops as they could rain down orbital strikes.

-VB-

By the end of the first week of my arrival, the planet lost its green and blue hue in favor of a slowly growing blue-tinted gunmetal gray as I built up my production facilities. At the same time, I experimented and successfully made a Necron-Commander hybrid technology for spaceships.

See, Planetary Annihilation Commanders and their technology was bullshit. The end game units of PA were these things called Titans, and the biggest of them were as big as planetoids but with distinctly non-spherical and thus engineering nightmare form.

And for reference, this small planetoid would jump and down upon a planet as its primary method of attack, causing seismic “attacks” that not only destabilize a planet’s structure but ripped and shattered anything in the same one-eighth of the planet’s surface.

The Commanders got around the standard engineering problems - like how someone would built a quadrapedal planetoid - with ridiculous structural, dimensional, and material engineering. English didn’t have the terms to describe it beyond “non-standard element metamaterial that scams the Laws of Physics like a call center scams people.” Then I went and combined that with the Necron and their own brand of physics-breaking bullshit.

What I got in the end was a material capable of self-repairing and adapting like the necrodermis but incapable of being reduced to atom like the necrodermis can be when it came in contact with enough force.

Finally, I used that material and Necron inertialess drive to create my own spaceships.

Unfortunately, I was a lazy man when it came to designing, so I stole designs of the fictional Gallente Federation spaceships from EVE Online.

My most prolific space warships were the four hundred yards long Thorax-class cruisers. Each of these cruisers were armed with twelve 600mm autocannons, two 2mm positron beam lasers, and equipped with multi-gigaton tanking energy shield generators, altered inertialess drives, and sunlight thrusters capable of reaching 0.1c.

By itself, it could take on a hundred Doxes and win.

And so when the inevitable goa’uld retaliation came, I met them with a thousand Thoraxs.

-VB-

Ba’al glared at the thousand ships arrayed before him, and knew that if they were even half as powerful as a ha’tak, then he might lose.

When his governor-servant of the O’mal mining world came to him begging him for aid, he executed him for his incompetence and marshalled his ha’taks to put down what was probably an invasion of primitive civilization.

What he saw in front of him dashed that assumption.

This … was something that would require the High Council’s input.

“Retreat!”

They turned to run, and Ba’al winced as one of the five ha’taks he brought with him blew up as some kind of cyan beam of light pierced through its shield, armor, and hull.

And just as his ship jumped into hyperspace, it lurched as his flagship’s shield went down and hull got breached.

It was only thanks to his decision to arrive further away than the usual drop-ins that he survived.

He took a deep breath in. “I must contact Apophis,” he spoke as he left the bridge. “Prime, keep course and get us back home.”

“Yes, Lord Ba’al!”

Ba’al fumed at his loss as he made his way towards the long distance communication room to contact the very person he hated to see even a glimpse of. Ever since Ra died, Apophis lorded over the rest of the System Lords, and Ba’al grated against that.

The smug bastard will hold this over his head for centuries to come, but this was a bigger issue than some favor. Apophis will call upon the High Council, and the Goa’uld System Lords will put down the newcomer.