The fleet encroached on the dwindling rebel forces directly. The need for subterfuge and deception was over. The last of the humans were within sight and nowhere to run. Six hundred strong, they flew in the utmost optimal formation, dreadnaughts in the front, supports-logistics in the back. Finally, the largest ship - OpNet, received a message:

Several humans were toasting and drinking alcohol, laughing and cracking jokes, and several called the ships slurs that they came up with. Unfortunately, the message lasted only several seconds before the assumed captain stuck his middle finger.

“Question: Observer, Why are the humans celebrating?” OpNet called out to the outlying ship. “Have they gone insane?”

The pilot of the outlying ship, a male transhuman with golden neon eyes and robotic mandibles, reconnected the hardline communication cable to the port in his mechanical spine. “This behavior only befits victory,” he answered. “Further analysis will be required. Proceed with extreme caution.”

Just as the message was relayed, one ship from the human side was sent straight toward the fleet. Thrusters at maximum output and shields pushing the very limits of safety put it in an overcharge state.

Immediately the fleet began firing at the ship, quickly going into range. OpNet sent another message to Observer. “Observation: There are only three life signs on that ship, and their weapons are off. Observer, advise.”

Observer’s ship was too far from the fleet to distinguish the characteristics, so he viewed the ship through OpNet’s optics. The ship was identified as a battlecruiser, twelve hundred feet long, and equipped with eighteen twin-linked sixty-millimeter surface canons and a wormhole drive.

This was the specifications of Observer’s duty, the reason he was the first converted to his current state. Take the information presented and present an explanation.

However, this was perplexing. The humans wouldn’t just sacrifice a battle cruiser before making a final stand. However, they were desperate; this could be normal behavior. Observer’s thoughts flowed. Humanity was down to a few pockets of resistance with very little to turn to. And then it all came together. This was the human’s most substantial fleet, large enough and annoying enough to attract the attention of OpNet’s command ship and main fleet. - Observer opened an astrograph; they were in a pocket of space with nothing around for light years. This was a trap. The humans had lured them out here, and they played right into their hands. 

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“The ship is a bomb!” Observer exclaimed. “Destroy it!” 

In that instance, OpNet increased the intensity of the attack, moving everything it could into defensive positions. Dreadnaughts formed walls and increased their weapon outputs. Two hundred fifty millimeter ballistic cannons smacked against the overclocking shields and bounced off; the ship was on a clear trajectory toward the fleet. Swarm fighters were released from the various hangers of the command ship. However, they were a little too late. The battle cruiser began overloading its wormhole drive.

Electricity arced against the invisible shields, snapping at everything in range. Within seconds. The supermassive wormhole was torn open from inside the ship. The hull was consumed within seconds. At first, it exploded in every direction, only to be pulled back inside. Next, the wormhole swallowed everything from OpNet’s fleet. The first was the giant jellyfish-like command ship itself. The ship was split in half by gravity as it tried to retreat.

Observer witnessed the birth of humanity’s hope. A single action that was decisive and significant. Over nine years of war, six of which he was turned to the winning side, had he not thought the humans were roaches clinging to survive.

He disconnected from OpNet. There wasn’t a point in being hardwired in; the command ship was offline, and his ship was not fast enough to escape the pull from the wormhole. The cockpit began breaking apart; the glass cracked, cables shorted, and his shields powered down. Then, finally, he was pulled into the wormhole. Despite facing oblivion, he felt a small amount of pride that humanity’s tenacity saw its way through. That was what OpNet feared, and It led to his creation.

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Thousands of pieces of the ships rained from the sky, streaking across the atmosphere. Observer could only partially witness his descent as his eyes failed due to power failures; traveling through a wormhole unshielded was as dangerous as it could be.

His eyes opened up just long enough to see that he had landed on a plain. A crater encapsulating him, with barely enough power left, his systems went into hibernation.