The AI, 712, has been scanning the atmosphere of the northern American nation known as the United States. Illian, his master, was on the surface discussing the changes of the government, the progress of the mission the clones are on, and personally observing the native species designated as human.
The ship and the AI were linked together, it is the body of 712 in a very real sense. The senses of the digital lifeform were far more advanced compared to an organic body, allowing the AI to monitor its surroundings in a way that no living organic creature ever could.
The AI’s scans picked up on a strange signal that was not yet registered within the G’har database. It opened a file and started to record the unfamiliar broadcast. The data was in another programming language. The AI isolated repetitive patterns and quickly worked on a translation.
“...it’s cloaked and bends the light around it. It seems to be stationary and running a number of scans,”
“Does the ship have any passengers or is it an automated craft?”
“It seems to have life support that is associated with the G’har species requirements,”
The information was a point to point communication and it is a report that is likely about it and the ship that it is residing in. With this knowledge, 712 opened a communication channel to Illian. The channel failed to connect to its master’s comm. The G’har AI is limited in its abilities. It can collect data, but doesn’t have the skills to improvise in most complex situations. It didn’t realize that it had been jammed.
The AI was cut off from all incoming information. As it began running diagnostics to discover the source there was an incoming hale.
“This is D’iatrii of Emerald city to G’har scout ship, please come in,” The contact stated.
Within the ship 712 debated on answering, knowing it was cut off from any friendly communication and left it in a vulnerable position, especially without the permission to depart or search for any other relief.
“Emerald city, this is G’har scout ship pilot 712. Please explain why the communications have been jammed. If this is a hostile encounter, know that we are authorized for lethal force in defense of this craft and pilot,” 712 replied.
“As the protectorate of the planet Sol-3, your ship is in violation of The Terrestrial Preservation Act of 2018. You are to be evicted from the Sol system. Comply with the eviction and your craft will not be harmed,” D’iatrii commanded.
“Emerald city, we are unaware of any claim upon this entire system by any other entity or species than homosapien, if you attempt to evict this craft and pilot, the G’har Consortium will consider this an act of war,” The G’har AI replied, while searching with optical cameras, trying to find the craft that is harassing it.
There was an energy pulse that immediately knocked the craft’s shields down. As 712 scrambled to get the shields reengaged there was a sudden attack upon the ship’s systems. The AI 712 has no avatar form, but has various systems as protections against digital threats. The G’har are limited in their understanding of AI and the various systems there of.
D’iatrii charged through the system, his avatar form of a human male of African heritage armed with a plasma cannon and power armor, hitting the wall of a defense program, his suit repulsed it with an energy burst, breaking through without a second of resistance.
The formless AI, 712, was not much more than a large glowing blue orb of light, making it out of place in the compatibility with its attacker, or so it thought.
The greater AI, a son of Myna, used the plasma cannon to destabilize the exits from the system that 712 was currently housed in; the large glowing light was then hit twice with the same weapon, stunning it and forcing it into a deactivated state.
D’iatrii walked up to the very soft glow of the unconscious AI and placed it into a security cell storage. He opened his comm. “D’iatrii prime, the enemy has been neutralized, would you like me to transport him back to your ship?” D’iatrii asked, of his primary piece.
“Yes. Send it over alone, research the AI’s mission, duties, tracking programs, and crew through the ships systems. Once you have searched the craft completely, ensuring there are no unexpected defenses, then bring it to Emerald city and dock it within cargo hanger 13-Delta,” D’iatrii prime ordered.
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D’iatrii transferred the prisoner and then began searching the systems within the confiscated craft. There was a travel log, a disembarking of the single passenger, and there are thousands of scan logs that have been running for days.
“What’s this here?” D’iatrii said to himself. There was a list of agents that have been stationed throughout Sol-3, their locations, and what their missions are. “Jackpot,”
“D’iatrii to D’iatrii prime,”
“Go for prime,”
“Seems there is proof of G’har agents that are currently masquerading as humans on Earth. I am preparing the vessel’s full database to be copied for analysis by the R&D department. From what I can see, the crew of this ship was the AI 712 and a G’har named Commander Illian Tynoachunka, who is currently on Sol-3 debriefing two of their clone agents there,” The lesser piece of the AI said to the greater.
“Great work. Get that heap to EC for detailed analysis and then return to me for reintegration,” The greater D’iatrii ordered before cutting the comm.
“Super. Let’s see if I can find the gas pedal and steering wheel for this bucket.” D’iatrii the lesser said to himself and began searching throughout the systems for all the necessary controls to pilot the craft.
***
Illian sat watching the viewscreen that the clone agents inform her is how the entire Northern American country receives updates on their civilization each day. The current session is in regards to a catastrophic attack on the west coast of the American nation. The weapon used in the attack was a major development, as her superiors and the consortium had come to the conclusion that the planet's defenses were limited in their effectiveness against any of the G’har craft and in many cases, their environmental suits. If such a devastating weapon were used in an attack aimed at a G’har craft or a contingent of soldiers in encounter suits, there is a high likelihood of casualties.
She is currently watching a video about President Orangeskull addressing the likely aggressor behind such a devastating attack.
“I know you all have questions about what happened, I had questions too. Who would attack our great country? Well let me tell you, it was Mexico,” Orangeskull said to the crowd, with the result of cheers, hoots, and chants of “Make America Great Again.”
“We have great intelligence, so much evidence that proves one-hundred percent, I swear to you today, I will be your wrath. I will be your vengeance. We will retaliate with fire and fury!” The orange masked man shouted and the crowd continued to cheer him on.
“Mexico. I thought that, technologically speaking, they were less powerful than the United States,” Illian said to Fy’thrill who was in the kitchen, which is the next room over.
“What was that?” Fy’thrill asked.
“I thought the United States was more powerful than Mexico,” Illian repeated.
“They are. This attack was likely perpetrated by China to begin a proxy war much like Vietnam,” Fy’thrill declared.
“Then you believe that China has this kind of weapon?” Illian asked.
“Oh yes and much worse, I’d bet. There are weapons of true destructive force throughout the world, especially in the highest level developed nations here,”
“Then the United States has a weapon of this magnitude?”
“I supposed they may, but they have yet to use it themselves,”
“And this Orangeskull creature, are his threats valid?” Illian continued.
“Not likely. He is more talk than any substance. Honestly, I am shocked that no other country has invaded this one since he took office. He has turned the government into a clown show,”
“Then, the country is ripe for first contact. See, now everything makes sense. Well everything but that weapon. We need to figure out how that weapon was built and how many of them are within the various governments of this planet,”
“The left would have you believe that Mexico did not attack us, just because they also had trouble after the attack back home, harming their own nation, but that is bullshit. Excuse my language, but that is bullshit. They hurt their own country, so what? That just highlights what kind of stupid savages they are. The democrats are telling you that this war is illegal or unjustified, but let me ask you something, if you were attacked, would you just let your attacker off the hook, when you have rock hard evidence that it was them?” Orangeskull continued, the crowd shouting “No!” In reply.
Illian tapped her comms and opened a channel to 712 in low orbit. The comm acknowledged the instruction, but there was no reply from 712.
“Damn AI. Hey Fy’thrill are there solar flares or a magnetic storm going on?” She asked the clone.
“I’m not sure commander. Hold on, I know of a web page that reports solar weather, it’ll just take me a moment to find out,” Fy’thrill answered and began searching through her smartphone, opening the website spaceweather.com to check as requested.
“There doesn’t seem to be any at the moment commander,” She finally replied.
Illian tapped the comm again and again, there was no answer.
“Dammit. Where the hell could he be?” She declared in frustration.