With hundreds of troopers stepping aboard the evacuation ship, the pakklaton and voribugs were unable to pose any significant threats.
The humans quickly moved to secure the power reactors, the warp drive and any volatile substances stored inside the relatively fragile vessel.
Due to their speed and decisiveness, the panicked and despairing pakklatons did not have time to perform any major sabotage actions.
While there were still crazed pakklatons that sought to ruin numerous important ship components, their efforts were too rudimentary to compromise the entire hull.
The only annoying part was that the various boarding parties always had to maintain their guard in case the voribugs made an appearance.
The aggressive, voracious insects seemed to possess a special hunger towards living creatures and always launched attacks when their numbers grew large enough.
Every infantry soldier aboard the alien vessels learned first-hand why all of the other intelligent races in the Red Ocean hated the voribugs! There were just too many of them and they never stopped coming!
"I can't imagine what will happen once the voribugs spread to the Milky Way…" A Crosser soldier remarked.
"The Big Two would never allow that to happen. They maintain tight control over the greater beyonder gate."
"Heh, do you think that will be enough? Let me tell you that as long as someone records the genetics of these aliens, they can breed them from scratch in an artificial lab. Sooner or later, someone crazy enough will unleash them onto the Milky Way!"
This was quite a scary prospect!
While the residents of the Red Ocean had spent eons getting accustomed to living with these space pests, the occupants of the Milky Way were largely unprepared!
While it was not that difficult for first-raters and second-raters to keep the voribugs at bay, a lot of third-raters would definitely suffer because their means were much poorer!
"If we can think about it, so can the MTA and CFA." A mech officer stated. "Leave this problem to the big guys. Focus on our mission. Our only job is to sweep this ship of any threats."
As the humans made more progress in taking control over the alien evacuation ship, the progress of Ketis and her band of elite Swordmaiden soldiers had slowed.
It couldn't be helped. Ever since she and Ves agreed on subduing the aliens whenever possible, it took a lot of time for the human invaders to persuade the panicking and hysterical pakklatons to drop their resistance.
The inability to communicate with the cawing bird-like aliens led to a lot of frustration and misunderstanding.
While the other infantry squads had little choice but to resort to lethal violence in order to clean up the resisting pakklatons, Ketis had another option.
A swordmaster's combat prowess was unimaginably greater than the typical foot soldier.
Through repeated encounters, she fully showcased her transcendent skills, her incredible might and her amazing control.
Whenever armed pakklaton soldiers in their light alloy armored suits attempted to attack the Swordmaiden soldiers, Ketis stabbed her Bloodsinger out in a precise fashion, causing her weapon to release sharp energy darts that disabled all of the integrated weapon mounts while also demolishing their flight modules and possibly their power systems.
The affected pakklaton soldiers all crashed onto the deck as their combat armor turned into coffins!
It was easy enough to pacify the crippled and disoriented alien soldiers after that. The pakklaton soldiers clearly never fought against an existence akin to a swordmaster.
To be fair, most human soldiers had never encountered a transcendent warrior either. They wouldn't fare much better if they collided against Ketis on the battlefield.
While Ketis was content that she was able to leverage her strength to prevent avoidable deaths, her heart and mind came under an increasing amount of turmoil.
Having witnessed Joshua procrastinate over his moral dilemma, Ketis was not unaware of what she was going through.
Every expert pilot faced a test at some point in their careers.
Resolving it would release a part of their mental shackles and allow them to condense their will further.
Failure could cause the expert pilots to stagnate as their will and convictions were no longer as firm as before.
Ketis never imagined that she would face her own test so soon. Although these dilemmas sounded rather trivial from the outside, they were still incredibly difficult to solve by the affected individuals themselves.
This was because they could not blindly rely on other people's advice to clear the fog in their minds!
The answers to their dilemmas had to come from themselves. The solutions needed to conform completely to their personalities, their life choices, their reasons to fight and most importantly their principles.
Every expert pilot was different, so each of them needed to come up with their own answers. No single response could resolve everyone's doubts.
The same applied to Ketis. As a swordmaster, she was driven by her need to excel as a mech designer. She sought greater power not just to protect herself, but also gain deeper insights into the truths and mysteries behind swordsmanship.
As long as she mastered the sword, she could transfer her gains to her mechs, allowing her products to surpass those of other swordsman mech designers!
This was a fine motivation and one that carried her quite far. Ketis and Sharpie steadily grew stronger over time due to this influence and it appeared that they would not slow down anytime soon.
However, that was before Ketis decided to take part in this battle.
It was easy enough for her to go along with the flow when she was observing the attack on the pakklaton refugee fleet from afar. freewёbnoνel.com
Even when thousands of pakklatons died as a result of the damage inflicted by the Larkinson Clan's mechs, Ketis never felt any remorse. The aliens of the Red Ocean were doomed since humanity entered the scene.
Now that she faced the pakklatons up close, it was no longer possible for her to maintain her ruthless stance.
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