The Albion of Arkadia were the foremost gengineers in a race famous for their genetic tinkering. The Weylan were their greatest creation, and if there was any system the Weylan defended more than Albion itself, it was Arkadia. They manned the orbital forts and the defense fleet. They flew the fighters and made up a large percentage of the army that would have defended against an invasion. But when the Ennead finally came for Arkadia, there was no invasion. The Weylan were better. They were the best. They shot the Ennead out of the sky ten times for every ship they lost. Some accounts say a hundred. They filled the skies of Arkadia with the dead and burning hulks that had been starships for days on days. The Weyland never surrendered. Not when the last of their warships fell. Not when the last of their fortresses burned. And not when the Ennead tore the entire planet of Arkadia apart piece by piece.
“I’m picking up active targeting radar,” Jasmine announced as the Hellcats flew inside one lightsecond of them. “Looks like a Technicron Actitrax Mark XII or XIII.”
“Wasn’t the Mark X they last one they used?” Jack asked.
“In the official upgrades,” Jasmine said with an annoyed look.
“Which makes these homegrown upgrades,” Betty noted. “They could have anything.”
“Fantastic,” Jack muttered. “I love not knowing what to expect.”
And that was when the Hellcats began firing missiles from their wingtip launchers. Displays flashed crimson all around Jack as hundreds of the small, guided projectiles began flying towards Jack’s squadron on plumes of blue fusion flame.
“Then you’re going to love what happens next,” Jasmine returned with a smirk.
“Mmmm?” Jack asked with a raised eyebrow.
“We’re getting radar emissions from Raytheon targeting packages,” Betty announced.
Jack blinked in confusion. “I thought Raytheon and Technicron didn’t play well together. Something about…missing data packets or something?”
“That’s right,” Jasmine said with a nasty smile. “These guys aren’t fighting with a full deck.”
“And we’ve got a plan,” Betty added.
Jack chuckled at the wicked amusement in their eyes. He might have asked for an explanation in most cases, but now probably wasn’t the right time for that. Missiles moved faster than words after all. So he just relaxed and said, “Then make it so.”
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Our legacy of art influenced how we saw the Weylan after Contact. It also, ironically, influenced how they saw us. And it influenced how they interacted with us, down to the words they chose when it was time to translate their language into ours for purposes of conversation. I assure you that there term for fleets is no accident. Hosts. And what they call their soldiers. Seraphs. They were not blatant enough to call their home Heaven, but the name they did give us is equally interesting. It has long been a synonym for utopia in many of our languages. Arkadia. Yes. The Arkadian Ring is their home. Rather appropriate considering their more prominent physical attributes.
So, the first time I met the Weylan, I was there on Sunnydale Station, minding my own business, face stuffed full of a churrito like a chipmunk preparing for winter, when the Weylan walked on board. There were three of them, times about fifty. And I do mean three of them. Two girls. One guy. And around fifty of each of them. Perfectly identical clones, the lot of them. And they were pretty as angels to boot. Even the guys. Speaking for a friend here. So they might have made a bit of a scene on coming in. Think about it. A crowd of people walking around and doing their business in the market. Then a whole host of angels stop by to visit. Not that they’re really angels, but you get the visual, right? Pretty much the definition of shock and awe if you get my meaning. They do know how to make an entrance.
The Weylan ability to focus on multiple lines of thought, while doing so with the quickness of the Peloran mind they were based on, allowed them to fly starfighters and starships directly. Without advanced computer systems running interference. Weylan crews interfaced directly with the individual system controls inside the central computers, while cooperating with each other in a fugue state. They became the collective brain of Albion starships, able to operate at least as fast as any electronic computer system, while maintaining the common sense and randomness that humanity enjoys to this day. A starship operated by the Weylan reacted faster and better than anything else in space. Their warships were simply more effective than anything run by mere electronic machines, and that brought them victory after victory when the last great war came upon them all.

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