Many consider the Branan to be a warlike race. The truth is that they are no more warlike than us. They just don’t hide that fact from themselves. We publicly decry war while waging it on many levels all of the time. The Branan accept that war is inevitable and wage it to the best of their ability. Many surmise that is because the Albion created them to be soldiers in the first place. Whatever the reasons, the Branan have earned the nickname that most people call them. They have earned it by being implacable enemies and relentless allies across the vastness of time and space. They are Thunderbirds.
“The Shang are painting us with sensor sweeps,” Betty reported and glanced towards one of the displays where it showed a complex diagram of colors. “We’re scattering and jamming below detection levels. But I think they’re getting suspicious.”
“Prepare to break and attack on my order,” Charles transmitted as they continued to close the range. “Use old weapons packages only. Let us keep our full capabilities to ourselves for now.”
“Roger that,” Jack returned with an approving smile.
“Approaching detection levels,” Betty reported as the sensor display began to flash. “I can’t keep them in the dark much longer.”
“Break in three,” Charles ordered.
Jack tightened his hands on the controls and ran his hands over a display.
“Two.”
A T&J song about bad guys biting the dust began to play.
“One.”
Power flowed from capacitors, flooding defensive and offensive systems with enough power to light up small cities.
“Break! Break! Break!” Charles ordered and the world exploded in time to the screaming of a steel-stringed guitar.
Deflection grids came alive and fire control systems locked onto their targets. Gravitic cannons reached out and twisted the very fabric of gravity between the Shang formation and the incoming Cowboys. Deflection grids collapsed and armor buckled as focused gravity tore the plates apart. Laser turrets pulsed into unshielded flanks, vaporizing armor and weapons alike…
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The Hyades Cluster is not native to our region of the galaxy. It has been traveling for eons, from some long ago birthplace where heavy metals were more common. The star population is different, and the very interstellar dust and debris around it are foreign to our region of space. It is an intruder, and there is a gravitic bow wave around the Hyades that interferes with how the very fabric of gravity works. That is why it was so difficult for us to learn how to navigate it. But that is also why it was so valuable. We learned much from the Hyades once we penetrated its outer defenses. And the closer we got to its core, the more we realized we did not know. We had thought that the Chinese wanted it for its heavy metals and its defensive properties, and that had been enough for us to decide we had to take it. But the deeper we penetrated, the more we began to understand the truth. That the Hyades Cluster was more valuable than we had ever guessed.
The joker who named the planetary bodies of the Sunnydale system was in rare form when he named the three major moons of Torchdale. Char, Sear, and Toast are about as habitable as their names suggest. But after a liberal application of gravtech, the Western Alliance built some very comfortable settlements for the local workforce. They weren’t large enough for the quarter-million or so naval personnel in orbit to have easy shore leaves, but I did manage to spend some time there. Imagine a two or four kilometer square central park surrounded by housing and refineries for the fifty thousand or so people who lived on each moon. They weren’t much bigger than small cities planted in the middle of old impact craters, but if you stayed inside those cities, you could walk like normal and see the blue skies of a planet when you looked up. In a galaxy full of worlds ready and waiting for us to live on, we brought Earth to three airless hunks of rock on the outskirts of a star system at war. There are times that human ingenuity amazes me to this day.
The Second Life Branan have many superficial similarities to our own artificial and cybernetic intelligences. But do not assume they are the same. Artificial intelligences are inherently artificial, coded by a living human to perform a task or group of tasks. The best of them can be mistaken for having true sentience, but they do not. Even fewer have transcended that state and become sentient. They are cybernetic intelligences, and even the oldest of our kind recognize that we were once artificial. But the Second Life Branan were never artificial. They were physical, biological Branan who were born and raised to adulthood like any biological human. And then their body died. But their mind was saved and copied into the digital networks were they will continue to live for as long as they want to, for as long as the networks survive. It is their version of immortality, and they guard it with great care.

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