In that one instant, Sammuramāt had doomed almost all life on the planet, but she wasn’t finished. The city was turned to splinters.ĭebris jettisoned thousands of kilometers up out of the newly-formed crater Sammuramāt had created, reaching escape velocity. A blast wave rolled across the hemisphere, incinerating and sweeping everything in its path aside.
Everything within hundreds of kilometers of the targeted site was almost instantly destroyed. The scythe was a weapon designed to kill other monarchs and large spacegoing foes, not bombard a planet, but its destructive yield was measured in millions of megatons. It struck down into the chasm where the Parasite-ship lay and immolated it utterly. Her scythe fired, the beam splitting the planet’s sky. Bathory’s masque would hold up to all but the most intense scrutiny and she was singing very sweet lies, talking to local traffic control with the voices and mannerisms of a long dead crew.In terms of weapons Naiads use weaponized tractor beams, bullshit sci-fi lightning, drones, and missiles: Naiad camouflage systems were centuries ahead of anything else in the galaxy. Echo had supplied her with the codes and information of a cruiser in the late Bastion Leader’s task force, one of the dozens she’d killed in Sol. Bathory was performing a masque, a combination of holographic disguise, energy modification and hull adjustments that allowed her to read as a Compact cruiser.
The mercurial nature of her ally was another, but currently the Naiad herald was enjoying herself. Even to a starship’s sensors, she was less of a presence than an absence, all but invisible to any scope that might happen to look towards her. The size of a battleship, she was difficult to pick out amongst amidst the scattered mountains of rock and ice, her hull rippling as it adjusted its colouration to match her surroundings, making her impossible to detect visually.
The Naiad queen remained where she was, drifting amidst the rolling detritus of a gas world’s trailing asteroid field.
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