COMMANDER VORTEX
Twilight
Vortex sighed, having taken in the conversation in its whole. "I'm a Commander, a machine intelligence thousands of years old." He told Venkman. "I'm capable of adapting to any situation, designing new units to match. I possess more processing power than every computer on this planet combined. As for how, well..." A tiny hatch on the Stalker opened up, and a Flybot flew into his hand. "Flybot. Tiny constructs built to imitate the behaviour of common houseflies, meant for infiltration, reconnaissance, and espionage. These things are meant for tapping into even the most secure systems and extracting data." He explained, the insect-sized robot gently buzzing its wings.Twilight
"In large enough numbers, they can secretly establish complete control over entire interconnected systems, taking over and causing a complete blackout or datawipe if needed. I can also remotely take control of individual computer systems if I need to."
He then turned to the representatives. "Then I'll have a much-needed talk with him." The act of exposing himself was kind of deliberate, since Vortex had slowly begun to expose more of his presence within the Indian systems, testing their limits. Of course, once his presence had grown large enough to be detected, the breaches were immediately responded to by multiple firewalls and antivirus systems. He'd shrunk back down after that, leading the system and technicians to believe the breach had been eliminated. In truth, his digital infiltration programs had simply hidden under the sight of the security systems, so to speak.
Not that it mattered, anyway. He'd already acquired all the data he needed. Really, he could attack any time he wanted.
Yet, if Gandhi had detected him, although he was sure he wasn't aware that Vortex wasn't human, that would most likely mean tighter security measures around the nation, and the probable mobilisation of Gandhi's army sooner than he'd liked.
Either way, he'd stop him, somehow.
The Mad Queen
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Skyrim, North
At the last moment, the dragon nimbly rolled out of the way, the green energy blast passing harmlessly by its side.Skyrim, North
"SERIOUSLY?!" Vortex practically yelled as the dragon returned to the position it was before. That was a really bad thing, since if he remembered correctly, then Penny would have to recharge before firing again, and regular blasts didn't do enough damage.
The dragon flapped its wings and switched its position, readying a large breath of fire. "Well, guess we're fucked." Vortex said over the intercom. "Penny, you'll have to jump. I'll use the Heron to distract the dragon long enough for you to reach the ground safely. Don't worry about me. This is just a unit my consciousness is currently inhabiting." The dragon had uttered the first word of its Shout. "Dammit. Okay, on three."
"One... two..."
The dragon suddenly exploded into a huge fireball as a pair of Hummingbird fighter jets streaked by, two more pairs shooting past a second later as bits of dragon rained down. "What? Oh, hell yeah!" Vortex cheered as his jets circled the damaged Heron. "I'd totally forgotten about those things! Damn, just in time too!" With the Hummingbirds escorting the Heron, it would be protected from any more dragon attacks. "Alright, I'm heading back to base. Just hold on a while longer."
The Heron passed the mountains, the atmosphere and environment getting progressively colder and colder as the craft continued up north. Eventually, the snow-covered land gave way to a vast sea of freezing water and ice, before his base finally came into view up ahead, built on top of a massive glacier. It wasn't that large, only consisting of a half-dozen factories and powerplants, along with several turrets and artillery cannons and a single radar. A spinning teleportation ring connected the base to his main base of operations in the Wasteland, allowing for easy travel between locations.
The right engine of the craft suddenly sputtered, producing a large amount of smoke. "Aw, crap." Vortex muttered. "Right engine won't last much longer." They were now on final approach. None of his bases had runways, since practically all of his aircraft had VTOL capabilities. "You might want to hold on. We're coming in for a hard landing."
The ground became closer and closer, the sight of dozens of machines milling around clearer.
"Brace."
The Heron hit the ground hard, producing a dreadful grinding noise as it continued for a good dozen metres or so, finally coming to a stop in front of an air factory. "You good?" Vortex asked.
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