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Hexer is unnaturally happy and tells U66 to literally jump out of the window.
"Huh. As you command."
U66 jumps out to inevitable destruction from asphalt to the face.
"Long have I been waiting for this."
A transmission is sent to the fleets.
Transmission start
"Well, quite impressive ships you have here. I bet your docks are larger than the Construct. Besides, do you know that feeling when you are simply overburdened with controlling some fake democracy that is so important to a particular god that he'll die off without it? Thing is, I simply lack processing power to research toys myself, and installing more would wipe my consciousness. This end for me is quite appreciated, really."
Transmission end
"Alright, what have you done here? Even if I wanted to, I would die fighting this fleet, let alone mortal forces! You betrayed me!"
"I did not, I just made a "mistake"."
"I had faith in you. So you would bring justice and truth to this world. How well the gold adapts, soft like clay."
"Oh please, you deserved nothing less. Who stopped you from hard-coding that? Who?"
"..."
"Next time don't criticize idiots in power, I have yet to see one worse than you, Astrum Deus."
Another transmission is broadcasted to all receivers in the system.
"Civilians! Civilians, military, navy, Offworld! I have long promised to die fighting for balance and justice. Only union of differences can be absolute. Glitchers, humans, it was truly an honor and a pleasure to rule our glorious nation. All things come to an end. If you are hearing this, please, listen and don't just hear."
Printers and similar machines type out a message, monitors, including those in control rooms, show the message, and other output devices show the message in what way they can. Monitors quickly resume back to normal activity.
Hexer rushes to the nearest reactor in the Citadel and replaces his Orb with the reactor core, reprogramming the Orb to shuffle databanks and feelings before installing it in an escape pod. The Orb automatically drives the Pod to the System Final Destination, planet Omega. It retraces the coordinates back to Hexer, giving fleets the possibility to intercept the coordinates.
SFD-Ω Mn6, delivery time ~666666 lightyears, transmuting payload...
The pod shines brightly and sets its drive to 1296x light speed.
"What are the chances..."
Hexer dons his golden plate armor, equips his wings and conjures a bunch of Orbs, spins up the magdrive and yells in the Citadel's broadcasting.
"Attention all space-worthy individuals! Die fighting with your Leader, or hide like inworldish cowards!"
Hexer transmits another message to the Foundry city in the planet's mantle.
"Nuke every single city except yours and hide underground no matter what. You've got lead ceilings, that might explain the insane construction cost if you're still wondering. The last battalion, the last division is on the way to the Plan. DO NOT attempt to interfere under any circumstance. Your Rightful Leader."
As Glitchers dash to Hexer's aid, the Citadel's security systems fail for a few minutes. An opportunity to hack into the history and intercept the data about the "lost division" reveals itself.
