When Twilight awoke, she was surprised to find there was no beep of a heart rate monitor, or the sound of a nervous nurse at her bedside, only the dull clack of distant hooves. In her mind, however, Twilight instantly felt two distinct voices rising to meet her, each one exuberant and clamouring for her attention. Her headache demanded that she push them aside and instead take stock of her situation, starting with opening her eyes and observing her surroundings.
The first thing Twilight noticed was Celestia standing in the door to her room, the alicorn engaged in a hushed conversation with an elderly stallion. Twilight’s gaze immediately became fixed on her mentor’s injuries and the fresh scars she now sported across her body. A hairless section on her right flank the size of Twilight’s hoof served as evidence of a bad burn while a long discolored line down Celestia’s side had likely been gained from a close call with some manner of bladed weapon.
There were far more, but Twilight had seen enough to conclude that the elder mare’s regenerative abilities had likely been overwhelmed. At least the only bandaging Celestia wore was a pad of gauze taped to her neck and a larger square that had been affixed over her right shoulder. Seeing as how Celestia seemed tied up for the moment, Twilight observed her own body and found that other than a saline drip in her right forehoof, everything seemed normal.
That was until her headache returned with a vengeance, and Twilight winced, clutching her head in her hooves while gritting her teeth. After several tense seconds the migraine began to pass, and Twilight looked around once more. The room was small, private, and the mare knew from the dark blues and purples that they were in the ill-used night wing.
For a moment Twilight couldn't help but think about the irony of taking refuge in the section of the castle Celestia had rebuilt for the express purpose of making Luna feel more at home. Then the guilt came, and Twilight struggled to keep herself from sinking into her bed and covering her face in shame. Celestia had done so much under the assumption that Twilight would succeed and now she had not only failed to return Luna, but Twilight had also not been able to stop Nightmare Moon.
Celestia nodded, took a step back and closed the door, turning towards Twilight and smiling when she noticed her student was awake. “It is wonderful to see that you are well, Twilight,” she greeted, trotting over to the side of the bed and seating herself upon a pillow. “Your new friends spoke highly of your exploits, but I still worried for your well-being.”
“They are too kind,” Twilight muttered.
“They are also quite unique and quite safe,” Celestia assured, clutching Twilight’s hoof tightly and squeezing. “Now, as much as it pains me to get right back to work so soon, I must know about this so-called ‘eternity engine’ you supposedly faced off against.”
Twilight gently removed her hoof from the other mare’s grasp. “It was big, probably four to six metres tall and sporting two huge cannons that fired some kind of energy at an incredible speed.”
“Does it have any manner of weakness?” Celestia pressed.
Twilight nodded. “If it fires its main guns in quick succession, they may overheat and begin to warp the barrel.”
The alicorn sighed. “Well, at least there’s that,” she muttered.
Squeezing her bed sheets tightly, Twilight looked down. “I’m sorry that I-”
Was all the young pony managed to say before Celestia reached forward and pulled her into a tight hug, squeezing her gently. “Shh, it was nobody’s fault. You did your best, and that is all I could have ever asked for.”
“But I failed,” Twilight muttered, her own forehooves lying limp at her sides. “I couldn't activate the Elements. Then I nearly got everyone killed.”
“You also saved them all and fared better against Nightmare Moon than even I did,” Celestia pressed.
Twilight tried to offer another retort, but her willpower couldn't hold up against the gentle waves of warmth which fell over her. Between the comforting heat, the kind words, and the downy soft fur of the alicorn, Twilight couldn't help but give in, hugging her mentor back with all she had. Tears spilled from Twilight’s eyes, the unicorn’s entire body trembling like a leaf as she released all the pent-up guilt and shame she had been desperately burying deep down inside of herself.
The young unicorn clung to the side of her mentor like Celestia was the last refuge in the midst of a raging storm, which in a way was true. Twilight’s mind was awhirl with thoughts and emotions, each one clashing with one another until there was nothing left but a dull ache in the pit of her stomach. The memories still hurt, the failure still stung, but knowing Celestia still cared for her had silenced a small, cynical voice in the back of Twilight’s mind.
“Feel better?” Celestia whispered, patting the young unicorn on the shoulder.
“Y-yeah,” Twilight stuttered, gently pushing the other mare back.
The alicorn slipped back into her seat next to the simple twin bed. “That is wonderful to hear, my most faithful student. How is your head doing?” Celestia gently inquired.
“I have a feeling the headache is going to linger for quite a while, but at least it stopped throbbing,” Twilight explained.
“Excellent. Are you up to joining me in the war room? Your experience with our enemy would be greatly appreciated and perhaps then you could properly introduce me to your new friends,” Celestia smirked. “Or should I say subjects?”
Twilight’s blush nearly lit up the room. She quickly shook her head. “They are definitely not my subjects.”
“That's not how they tell it,” Celestia remarked as she retrieved the IV from Twilight’s leg and rose into a stand. “In fact, I think I heard young Applejack refer to you as a queen no less, so perhaps even I am your subject now.”
The unicorn’s face grew redder still, and she sunk beneath the bedding, hiding under her blanket. “Why couldn't she at least be like Spike and just call me boss all the time?” Twilight muttered to herself.
“Probably because he doesn't feel quite so indebted to you,” Celestia countered.
“Great,” Twilight muttered bitterly to herself.
A pulse of magic gently pulled the blanket from Twilight’s grip, stripping the unicorn of her cover. “Now, Twilight, do I need to threaten to take away Mister Swimmer in order to get you out of bed?” Celestia teased.
“The last time that threat worked I was like ten!” Twilight proclaimed, throwing up her hooves. “Plus I’m fairly certain Mister Swimmer is gone by now.”
Celestia put a hoof to her mouth and giggled playfully. “It is good to see that you are still as serious as ever, my student.”
Twilight rolled off the bed and walked over to the other mare on shaky hooves. “And it is good to see that you are still as annoying as ever, my teacher.”
“Come. We have much to discuss and precious little time to do so,” Celestia exclaimed, motioning towards the door.
“Lead the way, Princess,” Twilight replied.
Stepping out into the hallway, Celestia waited patiently as Twilight exited the room, only for the unicorn to stop when she passed through an invisible wall of silence. Immediately the dull clop of distant hooves was replaced with an ever present clatter of dozens upon dozens of ponies sprinting this way and that. Some carried boxes of supplies while others were fortifying doors or treating one of the many wounded which lay on stretchers, beds or even piles of pillows.
Most of said injured were guards, but there were a few castle staff as well as the odd civilian that were being tended to by a scant few professionals. Twilight immediately recognized a few familiar faces, her heart sinking when the true depth of their situation sunk in. She had known they were not going to be striking back at Nightmare Moon anytime soon, but to see that things were as desperate as they looked made Twilight reconsider what few plans she had started to make.
Worse yet were the looks of terror and barely contained panic on the faces of those guards who were still standing. Some of whom had their own injuries, but continued on regardless, the presence of their princess seemingly bolstering their morale. It wasn't by much, however, and the miasma of hopelessness which hung over them was so thick that Twilight didn't even need to read anyone’s mind to feel it.
Turning away from the grim sight, Twilight looked up to find that Celestia wore a sad expression on her face. “It isn't good,” she whispered. “The other major wings are too damaged and it won't be long before she breaches the barrier.”
“Then what do you plan on doing?” Twilight asked in a hushed tone.
“I can't speak of that here,” Celestia warned. “Let us first meet with your new friends. After that I will locate my remaining advisors and we can discuss our strategy.”
Twilight wanted to object, to ask more questions, but resisted that urge. “I understand,” she whispered.
“Good,” the alicorn’s expression lightened as the pair began to trot down the hall. “I must congratulate you on making such loyal friends. That couldn't have been easy with the stress you must have been under.”
Twilight nodded, the unicorn finding herself smiling despite the circumstances. “I don't think I can even take any credit for that. If anything, they made me their friend rather than the other way around.”
Celestia giggled as they passed through a large set of double doors and turned down a side passage. “When wielded by average ponies, the Elements seem to have a way of ensuring their bearers get along. Speaking of which, are Spike and the others okay? Applejack didn't mention them when we spoke earlier.”
Twilight cringed at the thought of her crippled friends. “They were hurt pretty bad, but they’re alive. I sent them to the frontier in hopes that they could find help there.”
“That is a relief,” Celestia remarked with a sigh. “I had a feeling they were okay, but when Applejack avoided the question, I admit I couldn't help but fear the worst.”
“I’m surprised she opened up to you so quickly. She tends to be rather guarded,” Twilight explained.
Celestia smiled and opened a door with her magic. “She may have recognized my singing voice when I was looking after you, which may have prompted her to trust me a little sooner than she would have otherwise.”
Twilight blinked. “Okay, first of all. How long was I out? Second, what do you mean by singing voice?”
“To start, you were only out for a few hours. Just long enough for that healing factor of yours to do some work on that magical burnout you experienced earlier today,” Celestia replied. “And to answer your other question, I must ask you one of my own. What do you remember of my dream machine?”
“That thing somewhere below the castle?” Twilight replied, the unicorn doing her best to resist staring out the line of windows they were passing by.
“Indeed,” Celestia answered.
“You could assuage the nightmares of a few select ponies and help to guide them back to the path of Harmony,” Twilight whispered after casting a glance back at the empty hallway behind them.
“By using an ancient song that my mother used to sing to Luna and I. One which I sang to the ponies I was most worried about, such as our dear Applejack,” Celestia finished.
“That does explain a few things,” Twilight murmured. “Though now that I’m thinking about it, I’m more surprised that Zecora let you speak to her. She has become rather protective of Applejack.”
Celestia chuckled. “Your zebra friend was indeed quite domineering at first, but after Applejack reminded her of our relationship, she relented.”
Twilight breathed a sigh of relief. “I worry about that mare.”
“Zecora has quite a bit of respect for you, by the way,” Celestia pointed out. “Though some of that respect seems to be directed at the idea of you, rather than actually at you.”
“I didn't notice that,” Twilight admitted.
“You will learn to sniff these kinds of things out, in time,” Celestia exclaimed, flashing the unicorn a wink before pushing open a tall oak door.
Twilight had been about to respond before she felt the presence of her friends, and more specifically the crushing grip of a happy hydralisk. With a single limb around Twilight’s shoulder, Applejack managed to nearly squeeze the oxygen out of the unicorn. At the same time as she was being hefted off the ground, her mind was being invaded by an excited zebra who stood anxiously next to the door.
You are okay! Zecora exclaimed. After you pushed us away, I began to worry and-
“I’m fine now, but I won't be that way for long,” Twilight exclaimed, gently pushing Applejack back a step.
“Sorry…” muttered the hybrid.
Twilight sighed. “It's okay. How are you two? Have you managed to get any rest?”
The infestor hybrid stepped forward and nodded. Celestia granted us a comfortable room, plenty of food, and ample space to sleep.
“Though there was only one bed,” Applejack whispered, her cheeks lighting up.
Twilight looked around the room to find that they now stood in one of the larger master bedrooms. Unlike the rest of the halls and spaces Twilight had seen so far, this one was still under construction as none of the walls had received their final coat of paint. Everything was stark white and empty, save for the incredibly large bed that had been outfitted with the finest black linens Twilight had ever seen.
“I hope you didn't find it too awkward,” interrupted Celestia, who slipped into the small circle. “It was merely the only one large enough to fit a pony of your frame.”
Applejack bobbed her head eagerly, the farm pony’s tail swishing back and forth. “It was fine, right, Zecora?”
The zebra nodded. It was… acceptable. Please thank her on my behalf.
“She says thank you,” Applejack quickly interpreted.
Celestia flashed the pair a cheeky smile before turning to her student. “Now then, Twilight. Why don't you introduce me to your new friends?”
Twilight rolled her eyes. “Sure. This is Applejack, and the zebra standing next to you is Zecora. They have both become very important to me over the last week.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you both. I hope you continue to enjoy your accommodations for however long I can provide them,” Celestia replied, bowing slightly.
Applejack bowed back while Zecora remained rigid, her glowing eyes narrowing briefly before flicking towards Twilight. She is quite strange. Is she not aware that we are in a warzone?
“I know that I am a little odd, but that just comes with age, I’m afraid,” Celestia replied.
“Can she…?” Applejack muttered, gesturing frantically to the alicorn.
Twilight shook her head. “She's just messing with you.”
“You caught me red-hooved,” Celestia replied, raising a hoof and flashing the zebra a wink. “Just a lucky guess.”
I like this one, Zecora remarked, her eyes glinting mischievously.
Twilight rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m glad that everyone was finally able to meet one another.”
“Oh, don't be such a stick-in-the-mud, Twilight. I always said that you would introduce me to the friends you would make while on your journey and now you have,” Celestia retorted.
“So what's the plan my queen?” Applejack interjected. “Resting up has been nice, but I kinda wanna lend a hoof or claw.”
Twilight blinked and looked down to see that her friend’s injured limb has partially grown back, the appendage appearing bone-thin, though muscle had started to return. “Well, if you’re feeling up to it, I’m sure Celestia won’t say no to your offer to help, but I have a feeling we need to have a different discussion before we can broach this particular topic,” Twilight reasoned.
Celestia sighed. “It is true. My advisors are likely already gathering, and it won't be long before we will be able to send off the next group of ponies.”
The teleportation room is still operable then. Good. I hoped this mission would not be both our first and last, Zecora exclaimed.
Applejack elbowed the dour zebra in the side. “Come on, Zecora, have a little faith. Of course our queen has a plan. She always does.”
Twilight’s eyes opened wide and she spun towards Celestia. “That reminds me. I assume you closed the shield behind us, right?”
Celestia smiled and nodded. “As soon as you were safe. And don't worry, they won't be coming through there or any underground passage for that matter. This castle is sealed from all possible angles and though it won't last forever, the shield is still holding.”
Twilight exhaled slowly, visibly deflating. “Good.”
I assume we are simply going to retreat and gather our forces then, yes? Zecora inquired, glancing expectantly at Applejack who quickly conveyed the zebra’s question.
“Indeed we are, but I have a surprise or two in store which I intend to hide before we can do that,” Celestia explained.
“And after?” Twilight pressed.
“After everyone is safe in the frontier, we will begin work on the next phase,” Celestia replied, raising a hoof. “The details of which will be revealed soon, trust me.”
Twilight nodded. “Good. I had little doubt that you had a plan, I was merely hoping that it was something more than just hiding and hoping she gives up.”
“Yes, well, that idea went out the window the second it was apparent that Nightmare Moon wasn't about to let the sun back up,” Celestia remarked with a sigh. “But we will speak more on that particular subject as soon as we meet the rest of my command staff.”
“I’m ready when you are,” Applejack offered.
As am I, added Zecora.
Twilight nodded. “We’ll follow you, Princess.”
Celestia smiled. “Excellent, and perhaps while we make our way towards the war room, you can tell me more of how you three managed to get into the city. From what little I heard, it sounded like quite the tale.”
“It was a bit hair raisin’. Though it was nothin’ what like y'all must have gone through,” Applejack replied with a tinge of pity.
Celestia waved a hoof dismissively. “Nonsense. Suffering is never a contest.”
Twilight held the door open for the alicorn. “If we tell you how we got here, you have to tell us what happened between you and her.”
Celestia nodded as she passed the unicorn by. “I suppose it is only fair, but you must go first.”
“Right, so we started by going to Ponyville,” Twilight began, her and her two friends walking on the alicorn’s right as the taller pony made her way further down the hall. “Almost as soon as we left, things started to go downhill.”
Celestia sighed as she came to a stop in front of a set of doors flanked by a pair of guards. “Your assessment is correct, Twilight. If I had my full power, then I could have matched Nightmare Moon in our confrontation, though the effects would still have been devastating. At least this way we can regroup, figure out what was wrong with the Elements and try again.”
“She won't make things easy,” Twilight warned.
“Nothing ever is with that jerk,” Applejack remarked.
Indeed. Though I sense there is more to this plan than what Celestia may be letting on, Zecora added.
“Is everyone assembled?” Celestia asked, turning to the guard who stood to her right.
The stallion nodded. “Everyone but Sir Blueblood, though he sent a message saying that it wouldn't be long and that he was busy relaying orders to his officers in the field.”
“Excellent,” Celestia proclaimed, glancing at Twilight. “If you wouldn't mind waiting outside for a moment. I need a private word with my generals.”
“It won't take long, will it?” Twilight questioned.
Celestia shook her head. “Not long at all. There are merely a few pertinent details I had hoped to be briefed on before we get our discussion underway.”
“We’ll be right here, Princess,” Applejack declared.
Twilight nodded. “Take your time, Celestia. We will be patient.”
Speak for yourself, Zecora remarked in a bitter tone. All of these ponies watching us are making me nervous.
“We’ll be fine, Zecora. It won't be long,” Applejack stated.
“Mere minutes, I promise,” Celestia claimed before slipping through the door and vanishing into the room.
Now alone with her friends and the two guards, Twilight’s shoulders slumped. “Well, that was a relief.”
“It is good to know that the princess has thought this through,” Applejack offered.
Twilight nodded. “And that Celestia’s little plan does not include her shouldering the burden of everything.”
“I wouldn't rule that out quite yet,” countered the voice of Blueblood.
Twilight jumped along with the guards and hybrids, who spun towards where the prince stood leaning nonchalantly against the wall. “Miss me?” he asked, a smirk on his partially obscured face.
Twilight chuckled and punched the stallion in the shoulder. “Like chicken pox.”
Blueblood smiled. “It is good to see that you are up and about. I assume our illustrious leader is getting a last minute briefing and didn't wish to bore you with the nitty gritty?”
Or she's preparing them for our arrival and ensuring we don't get attacked on sight, Zecora retorted bitterly.
“Or a bit of both,” Applejack muttered.
“Yes, and before that happens, I was hoping to ask you a quick question,” Twilight began, stepping closer to the dark templar. “What exactly did you mean back there when you saved me?”
“What did I mean by what?” Blueblood replied, eyes narrowing.
“When you said something about me not being a martyr and that it was your job,” Twilight countered.
The prince lifted an eyebrow. “I’m not sure what you're talking about. I just told you not to do anything stupid.”
“So you’re saying Twilight’s a liar?” Applejack asked, the hydralisk bristling at the mere suggestion of such a thing.
Blueblood shook his head. “Nothing of the sort. Merely that she was misremembering things. Which makes sense as you had taken quite the hit.”
Twilight hummed thoughtfully. “I suppose that may have been possible.”
“I mean, come on, do you think I would have said something so eloquent?” Blueblood replied, opening his forehooves.
“You can be quite the talker, or at least when you aren't speaking to me that is,” Twilight remarked, chuckling lightly.
Blueblood flashed her a wink. “Exactly.”
The sound of a hoof meeting wood made the four creatures turn to the door.
“They are ready for you now,” explained a guard.
“Good luck,” offered the other.
Twilight smirked. “We won't need it.”
Interesting chapter.
Nightmare Moon has a tank now. That was unexpected.
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Not a tank an immortal it’s worse
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need more scootalings
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no thats not right, it is:
NEED MORE DERPYLORDS.
Nice chapter : )
I know starcraft has to balance everything in favor of good game play regardless of how reality works, but I hope that isn't how things play out here. More than once I thought it would be fun to see the various armor units from the game go up against an M1 Abrams. A shot from the 12 cm smoothbore gun with a tungsten dart is enough to make the 60 ton tank kick, meaning it would go right through anything in the game. Even if we say the shields are indestructible and linked to some desk sized generator inside, a hit from the tank would rip the generator from it's mountings and blow it and it's shield back, smashing into the vehicle it's supposed to be protecting and sending it rolling like a hamster ball.
"No! My hamster immortal!"
Wouldn't you love to see a templar yell that? : )
The same physics work on the big units like the colossus- we know they're light weights because they don't sink into the ground on their legs. This means a serious kinetic energy hit from a cannon would't just knock one over, it would send it cartwheeling into the distance.
The big advantage of energy weapons is instant travel time makes dodging impossible (in a terrestrial fight). The disadvantage is they can be reflected, and they require much higher quality energy to operate, making them complex and delicate.
Guns and kinetic weapons are used in the real world because they are fast enough on a curved world where your target is usually close enough to see and the speed of sound is fast enough. Where a laser might need 10 or 20 seconds to destroy a target, a gun can deliver the same energy in an instant and then duck behind cover.
The first fight between the protoss and the terans should go a bit differently than what NMM expects : )
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All this will be true only on the Earth these days. At our level of technology. The thing is, we don't know how exactly other technologies work.
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Archon?
Archon.
I’m curious if, at the end of this kerfuffle, Equestria will be open to the rest of the StarCraft universe. I mean, after all, this all started with that one Queen going off course. Waaaay off course.
Even if it doesn’t happen, it brings up some thoughts about the parallels. Mainly, if the Queen arrived here via such an incident, what’s to say the other factions didn’t arrive here via a similar accident? Something as simple as a powered pylon appearing where nobles could find it. Maybe parts of an SCV or other Terran machine falling into a budding engineer’s hooves. Such things where it’s a coincidence these things appeared, but they influenced the ponies to research and develop weapons, culture, etc.
It’s not far-fetched that the Psi from the Pylon would influence the Nobles enough to grant them Psionic abilities due to their already-present magic and thus lead to them recreating the Khala (with obvious help). Same with the Terran machinery, though more easily accepted as the analogues aren’t exact unlike the Protoss analogues.
It’s interesting.
Also on the subject of Pylons and SCV’s. I wonder if in the near future we’ll be seeing any such structures? Mayhaps a nexus, or a Command Centre. I have no doubt we’ll be seeing Hatcheries Lairs and Hives from the Zerg as how else are they being spawned.
And speaking of the Zerg, I sincerely hope we see more of that Creep Twilight spawned. I don’t like that she’s leaving it behind, though I get why what with it being hard to move. It’s far too easy for it to be discovered and promptly destroyed and/or researched and/or probed, especially the latter what with it being part of the hive mind.
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The shields that Protoss use aren’t powered by electricity or anything like that. They’re powered using Psi Energy. Literally the Psionic energy that is present in all Protoss, and Ghosts, and certain Zerg, powers all Protoss structures and weapons.
The shell fired from an Abrams is actually weaker than the shell fired from a sieged Siege Tank. Siege Tanks fire the equivalent of a surgically aimed artillery cannon at close to medium range. The only reason Siege Tanks don’t kick is because when sieged they’re designed to mitigate that kick (hence their immobility), and when not sieged their cannons are significantly weaker.
An Immortal’s shields, which is what you fired your M1 Abrams shell into in your example, would absorb the complete shot, without even being drained 20%. Hardened Shields would activate, which is specifically designed to resist hard-hitting things like tank shells, significantly reducing the damage.
The M1 Abrams would likely be able to kill anything smaller than a Stalker. Anything bigger would just absorb the damage.
You’re hilariously underestimating the sheer size of a colossus as well. They’re called colossi for a reason, their size in the game is hilariously under scale. For reference, a single colossus is about the size of a skyscraper. They’re not light. Ironically their shielding and armour is weaker than an Immortal’s, but while they’d take more damage than an Immortal would the Abrams still would do less damage than a siege tank. Also Abrams would have difficulty hitting the thing.
As said above, Protoss weapons use Psionic Energy. Psi Energy. It’s theoretically infinite (not really, but close enough to not matter) and is in ready supply by virtue of literally every single Protoss being able to use it. Protoss weapons are also not at all complex or delicate due to it being a readily available energy. Y’know the zealot psi blades? All those things are is a gauntlet with what amounts to a focus crystal. Doesn’t get any simpler than that. All the zealot has to do is push energy into the Crystal and boom he has a sword.
Protoss don’t really use lasers. There’s only two units in their arsenal that use lasers. The colossus and the void ray. Phoenix I guess technically use lasers? But not really, they just leave trails.
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Cool, I never read the backstory on starcraft, I only played the games. I never knew the protoss power their gear by directly using food energy, like the armies before the industrial revolution.
Running some rough numbers, we eat about 2000 kilocalories per day, or about 8,368,000 joules of energy. A 6.72 nato round is about 3500 joules, or roughly a kilocalorie, so if you doubled your food intake (and converted it without loss into propellant energy), you could launch about 2000 nato rounds per day. Surprising good, right?
The problems start to show up when you talk about more energy intensive uses. Let's take the phy blade and compare it to an oxy acetylene torch. 2000 Kilocalories is equivalent to 166 grams of acetylene; perhapse enough for 30 seconds run time of both blades if we're being generous?
It only gets worse if we talk about machinery. Electric cars are super efficient, but even with 3 times the efficiency they still use a lot of power. A gallon of gas requires 3.6 full days of food to make, so even at EZ efficiency levels that's a day of eating for each gallon of gas equivalent.
An average person in the us commutes 16 miles each way to work. Let's round and say the car gets 32 miles to the gallon. That means that just to run an average commute on good roads in a civilian vehicle with no cargo, weapons or armor and no one shooting at you would have you eating between 2 and 4.6 times as much as usual. That's a hell of a diet! (Seriously, in universe the Protoss diet would make bank! I'd pay for that : )
To drive a war machine like we see in the game would require whole planets devoted just to farming and eating as fast as possible. They would make the Zerg envious with protoss modified to look like Dune sand worms. Protoss the size of buildings whose only job was to eat and eat and eat!
That would actually be pretty cool come to think of it... The secret dark underbelly of the shiny protoss empire.
Thanks for sharing that, you made my geek day : )
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Not even food energy. Protoss dont eat, they absorb energy from the sun. Also the Psi energy isnt from that. Think of it like mental energy, produced from your mind. Hence Twilight's headache.
Protoss produce loads of it. Like, loads. To the point they can make literal storms of psionic energy spanning very large widths. Hell they produce so much of it that they can fuse together and become an Archon, a being of rage made entirely out of Psionic energy that has a timed life but when it expires it implodes, taking a not insignificant area of matter with it like a micro black hole.
What Twilight needs is an Advisor!
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yes i did read the bio
TWICETHREE TIMES and i saw nothing saying as to him being defeated and im reading his bio right now while writing this and it has all the hallmarks of a Gary Stu and a (possible) PSYCHOPATH and you are just trying to cover your ass with saying he was defeated i will concede on the negative trait, key word TRAIT. As for point 2 do actually absorb the knowledge or is it just surface level stuff. Because i can name the 3 sects of the Protoss with out going to the wiki at all and its been 3 years sense ive played the game.Here is the Trait stait from YOUR OC's bio:
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Well, the word may apply there, but I'm fairly sure that he meant sapient every time, since he used the same word in every instance.