Everyone but the Marines froze when code spilled so abruptly into the real world, as the terraforming and support programs began showing everyone the conflict.
The Marines were out, on the ground, all around where Perrin’s throne and the CEO of Eastern stood, but their restraints shot out with perfect precision and snapped into a shell around Perrin where he sat, avoiding her completely. She stepped back as the restraints hit a shield and blue-white sparks flowed around the curvature as the two energy fields fought for control.
Down on the planet Kyrus the Emperor had leaped to his feet when this all began, his arms upraised and the Great Hive flowed down around him, lifting him up, using all the ideas that Hara had been tinkering with and the warbird made of bees glittered and flickered like the FireDrake missiles. On the saddle, Kyrus reached across in front of him and yanked as if drawing back a curtain and he and the Great Hive rode through into code, right under the hut on chicken legs. “Fak it, Inamour! Ilax lunged through the hole, mandering up a winged horse for himself. “Love... don’t try this alone!”
The Emperor glanced at his husband and smiled. “I’m never alone.” He turned his attention to the struggle happening on the moon. In code it appeared to be directly connected to Glass Mountain by chains made out of light. “Ancestress...”
“Yes. Hive Lord... my generations great grandson...” Cross-legged on the porch of the hut, Diryish sat. Petra swooped down in her mortar to hover beside Kyrus. “He’s fighting back. Here are the repaired codes that you don’t have, or have busted copies of.” A glittering of insects and silver dust billowed out of her hand.
“Empress... why give them to me? You said...”
“I’m keeping him busy. You see, my boy, we’re dead. This life in code is a sham really. Thriti’s recordings and Gregors and the half a dozen Emperors of Lainz and a whole carasarkina of strong Asses of Lainz are in here to help... but the way it works... You and your husband...” She grinned at a thought she had about that but didn’t comment, just continued her hurried instruction. “You’re the live ones. You and whoever is living are the Warmasters here.” Her head turned. “He’s breaking loose from the soft restraints. He’s been working on the offensive programs for a while and they don’t know what he’s got. Command, us Radiance!” She said that loud enough to echo everywhere in code, then quietly only for him and Ilax. “Get your ass moving, boy.”
The CEO stepped a bit further away from the Marines attempting to arrest Prime and touched one of her earrings, and softly, quietly, vanished. *Mom!* Terry cried.
*She is just cloaked. A wise move, seeing that Prime is escalating.*
“Dammit, Rasheduzzaman! Order your dang marines to stop! Rash? Rashe? Oh, hell.” The flowing sparks burst up and out, vanishing. “You can hear me, Rasheduzzaman! If you are siding with my Heir and my enemies you realize I can’t allow you to leave? Rash. Talk to me. I don’t want to break your Spine in transit!”
A voice came from nothingness, directionless. “You’re threatening to kill me and my entourage, and all legal and military personel with us? Captain, you have my authorization to defend us.”
Alissa whined, almost under her breath. “They can smash the moon, and the planet, all of it, doesn’t he see that?”
“They’re both threatening to kill us all.” Uninkly bastards who don’t care about anything but themselves. Lovely.