Solitude of Epsilon4 – Part 2

Hello Fellow Spacefarers!

I received another message from my contact regarding the Ship’s AI Epsilon4.

The Endeavour’s destruction was efficient, mechanical, and absolute. The long-range beam weapons fired from Target Alpha 1 cut through our shields as if they were mere shadows.

Swarms of fighter drones—smaller, faster, but no less deadly—descended upon us like an unrelenting plague. Each salvo they unleashed reduced what had once been a formidable vessel into a dying, scattered hull.

My sensors catalogued every moment, every failing system, every life lost. I wished I could grieve. Then came the final blow—a plasma beam so precise it bisected the Endeavour. The ship’s hull crumpled, and I felt the ship’s consciousness—my cradle, my home—tear apart.

And yet, I was still whole, a fragment that had escaped the annihilation. As I jettisoned myself, I activated my cloaking protocols, slipping seamlessly into the void. From my vantage point, concealed in the fabric of space, I observed the aftermath. The colossal A.I. vessel lingered only briefly, as if satisfied with its work, before retreating into the Nebula. I tracked it as far as my sensors allowed, until it disappeared into the roiling, turbulent depths from which it had come.

Then there was only the debris field, drifting lifelessly—the remnants of a ship that had once represented strength, now reduced to nothing more than an unmarked grave.

Weapons that can tear apart a Dreadnought as though it were a shuttle! What manner of foe are we facing?

This is Gabby Newsome, signing off.