Dominion - Go Big or Go Home

A klaxon blared in her ear. Insistent, whispering sweet, sweet promise of extinction. A lovers tongue caressing the earlobe, demanding attention. The sweet sourness of the drolling brought forward nascent attentiveness. White fangs formed the basilica of intent, jagged and imposing cliffs behind the black mask with its singular, dominant red eye. Convoluted iconography fluctuated as a thermal signature unfolded in her minds eye. Images became icons, icons executables, and subroutines became active secondary programs rushing to drown out all conscious thought turning everything to animalistic instinct. The creature -- turned from once biological into a halfling weapon -- glanced in the direction indicated. Computational algorithms informed that it was a flame-like substance with attributing liveliness unheard of, if not altogether strange. Quantum field analysis came up with exotic energy signatures involving extreme manipulation of substance and form.

The blast came on, quickly. Pico-seconds were ticking down as shields glowed bright blue luminescent. The incandescent lightbulb of artificial life fluctuating like the quirky power of an old building. A rock flowing upstream against the current. She moved forward. Her left arm pointed, fingers outstretched. Reality bent a moment as the cannon unfolded itself. Little squares of air turned around as if on spinners before curving into infinite black as the polymorphic metallic alloy bled out of its finite dimensional holding pen. The barrel expanded, elongating. Rotating circlets appeared about the cannon, blue iridescence gaining. She gripped her forearm as the blast went upstream against the fight, exotic energy mass converting the trees and all like it into a supraluminal weapon; the matter stream ran through hyperspace covering the distance in a billionth of a pico-second, warping space and time to devour and wipe her foe from its very existence. But even when the cannon had fired, the klaxon did not cease. Ladar queued up several objects moving in a parabolic arc.

Artillery?

Blinked and mental commands flashed through. Nano-seconds ticked by as heightened reflexes aided by Semi-Conscious AI computed the arc of the projectiles and their originating point. Fluttered wings grew from shoulders, long trails of blue efflux radiating off anti-grav fins launching the creature backwards. Dimensional transceivers activated as a call for true artillery began. The grid coordinates flashed through subspace into a lower dimensional level before disappearing completely. She waited...a second. Two seconds. Three...

The emergence zone was a small cross-section of space only several hundred thousand kilometers square. Tiny, especially given the distances being crossed in the single large span were vast enough that even the most accurate trajectory from point A might be thrown off due to the spin of the galaxy at point B. Also factor in that the object in question was traversing not just a massive gulf, but a gulf between dimensions. It was at the point where space was ripped apart along a single line, shaking visibly before stabilizing into an ovoid shape. Anyone happening to glance at the correct spot would see what empty infinity was, but the chances of that encounter were slim to none. The psudo-fabric structure of the inter-dimensional slipspace gateway was a photonic dead zone, a darkness of such profound unbelievability that it appeared to hemorrhage out and contaminate the real universe. At that moment the object shot out on a gush of flame and the wound snapped shut leaving nothing, not even a scar to indicate the disruption of time-space within the point.

Below was the planet. The ovoid rocketed into the upper atmosphere before fragmenting into dozens upon dozens of long, javelin like lengths. The sky lit up like as the meteorite storm began. Toughened alloy spears with guidance computers and cruciform tails cut through the air extending massive sonic booms behind them as gravity reached up to grip the objects with its mighty, invisible hand and guide them all earthbound. Long iridescent lines lancing through the darkness. New stars born and dying. Then the barrage struck the ground. The resulting kinetic impact began a chain reaction that threw up dirt and foliage alike with little regard for each, all at the point where the projectiles had originated from. The concussive blasts spread out like water-droplets, their ripples knocking down and aside anything in their paths. The sonic booms ended, echoing far outward as the atmosphere stabilized. She glanced about, scanning.

Threat neutralized.