Still I sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money
Hmm. As an acknowledged technophile, I have to sort of wonder just how advanced the other science worlds these people found were. 'Cause, the next fifty years? They're gonna be real interesting in these parts, and likely blow their predictions about Earth's future all to hell.
And, also, there's a point that needs to be made - by all evidence, these invaders have at most a few hundred thousand troops. Vs six billion, there's no acceptable rate of exchange. Sure, they can slaughter a regiment or a squadron sent against them. But when the stakes are 'fight or die', there are always more squadrons.
Unless they're stupidly arrogant, they have to know that the only way they can actually win is to accomplish their goal before they get swamped and attritioned to death. If they don't get ahold of these 'crystals', they're fucked. And vice versa, of course.
I'm mostly mentioning all of this to provide a justification for the plot twist where it's revealed that the weapons their defenses are designed against are rather different from something like, say, a Harpoon or Exocet. ^_^ Surprise!
Other than my instinctive 'magic isn't all that' feeling, this looks supremely cool.
Please, sir, may we have some more?
Ja, -n
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money
Hmm. As an acknowledged technophile, I have to sort of wonder just how advanced the other science worlds these people found were. 'Cause, the next fifty years? They're gonna be real interesting in these parts, and likely blow their predictions about Earth's future all to hell.
And, also, there's a point that needs to be made - by all evidence, these invaders have at most a few hundred thousand troops. Vs six billion, there's no acceptable rate of exchange. Sure, they can slaughter a regiment or a squadron sent against them. But when the stakes are 'fight or die', there are always more squadrons.
Unless they're stupidly arrogant, they have to know that the only way they can actually win is to accomplish their goal before they get swamped and attritioned to death. If they don't get ahold of these 'crystals', they're fucked. And vice versa, of course.
I'm mostly mentioning all of this to provide a justification for the plot twist where it's revealed that the weapons their defenses are designed against are rather different from something like, say, a Harpoon or Exocet. ^_^ Surprise!
Other than my instinctive 'magic isn't all that' feeling, this looks supremely cool.
Please, sir, may we have some more?
Ja, -n
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."