The Mech Touch novel Chapter 6214

Chapter 6214 Catching Up With Sigrund

As the fighting at the frontlines intensified, both sides employed new technologies and tactics in order to gain an advantage over their opponents.

Starfighters, phasefighters, pulse space suppressors and ever more sophisticated transphasic missiles all resulted in greater results, but also increased casualties and misery.

Both the humans and the native aliens were locked in a conflict where neither side wanted to stop until they either managed to wipe out their adversaries, or gained enough dominance to secure their own survival.

The Red Tide Offensive directly raised the stakes. With the 1st defensive band gone and the 2nd defensive band moments away from total collapse, the 3rd defensive band had become the new focal point of the conflict between the opposing civilizations.

Fortunately for red humanity, the 3rd defensive band was much more fortified than the previous two bands.

The major powers invested much more manpower, resources and assets to secure every major node along this crucial defensive line. The native alien offensive had also slowed down just enough due to meeting stiff resistance in the doomed 1st and 2nd defensive bands.

As news about the struggles in the 3rd defensive band continued to circulate over the galactic net, Ves faced his own struggles well away from the frontlines.

Although he did not have to risk his life like the brave men and women who were putting themselves in the crosshairs of deadly transphasic alien weapons, his decisions could easily lead to the deaths of millions or even billions of people in the future.

This kind of pressure was enough to push many mech designers to their knees, but to Ves, it was just another work day.

Many of his works had already affected the lives of trillions of people. From the moment his Ylvainan mechs produced wondrous results during the Sand War by accurately identifying and eliminating the very difficult to detect sandman admirals, he had become accustomed to influencing the lives of entire sectors with his works.

"Speaking of admirals, how is my liaison from the Red Fleet doing these days?" Ves wondered.

Ever since he returned from his latest 'business trip', he hadn't really exchanged anything substantial with his 'favorite' fleeter who he happened to know from the days before entering the Red Ocean.

This was rather odd. Ves maintained plenty of contact with the two liaisons from the Red Association. He was currently collaborating with them on the crucial Swarm Project at the moment!

In contrast, Ves did not really maintain any active cooperation with the Red Fleet at the moment. He would have thought the fleeters wanted to follow up on transforming their other dreadnoughts into Carmine vessels.

He decided to arrange a meeting between himself and Captain Zonrad Reze.

The latter had no objections to a personal meeting. Ves soon found himself teleported aboard the Babylon Excavator.

Ves took in the atmosphere of the fleeter reconnaissance cruiser as he strode across the corridors.

Few people were moving about at this time, which was not unusual as the ship had been parked in high orbit of New Constantinople VIII for a long time.

Ves could easily sense that the crew members were not content at the moment. Frustration, impatience and unwillingness welled up inside their spirits.

They were fleeters. A war was being waged at the frontlines. They would all rather have their ship get sent to the frontlines or even deep behind enemy lines doing something that could make a difference.

None of them wanted to remain stuck in this safe Terran star system in the hinterland of human space while babysitting a tier 3 galactic citizen.

Of course, it was not as if the fleeters disrespected Ves and his many accomplishments, but it was in their nature as soldiers to yearn for more action.

Not only were they missing out on the fights that could determine whether red humanity would survive or go extinct, they were also missing a lot of opportunities to earn merits and work towards their promotions.

As their colleagues stationed on other warships began to confront the native aliens and earn merits, recognition and glory in the process, the fleeters assigned to the Babylon Excavator continued to remain shakled to a mech designer who was prohibited from coming anywhere close to the frontlines.

There was no way for people to climb up the ranks faster than to actively participate in combat missions!

As their colleagues stationed on other warships began to confront the native aliens and earn merits, recognition and glory in the process, the fleeters assigned to the Babylon Excavator continued to remain shakled to a mech designer who was prohibited from coming anywhere close to the frontlines.

How frustrating!

Ves deeply sympathised with the plight of these spacers, but that did not necessarily mean he was willing to speak up on their behalf and recommend that the Babylon Excavator should fulfill her purpose as a reconnaissance cruiser.

He wasn't stupid.

The Red Cabal and the Cosmopolitan Movement were more than happy to chop off his head. Without enough military deterrence, a native alien strike force could drop by at any time in an attempt to pull off a decapitation strike!

Ves was quite happy with the current situation. Now that his Larkinson Clan had yet to raise a proper first-class mech force, he still remained dependent on the mechers and to a lesser extent the fleeters to protect him from the enemies and other malcontents.

He soon reached a work compartment where Sigrund in his human guise was working on a software program for a purpose that Ves was not able to discern. He was not only busy with finishing a few lines of code, but also supervised a team of other fleeter software engineers.

"I will be there in a minute." The captain of the ship called from his desk. "There is a tight deadline on this bug fixing attempt."

"Follow me." Sigrund curtly said as he stood up and moved to the exit. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

"A year?! That is way too long! The 5th defensive band may already fall by the time those auxiliary warships can arrive to make a difference!"

"This is just a loose estimate of mine." Sigrund raised his hand. "We are still doing our best to accelerate the construction of warship hulls and so on. We may be able to field the first cohesive fleets of auxiliary warships two to three months earlier."

That was still not ideal, but it was better than nothing.

"Well, seeing as auxiliary warships are none of my business, let's get back on topic." Ves proposed. "How is it going with the Dominion of Man? You fleeters sounded so enthusiastic about your very first Carmine dreadnought, but even if you needed a lot of time to study her extensive transformation, you should have made a decision by now on whether you want to upgrade another dreadnought. Why haven't I heard anything from you about this in the past few months?"

Captain Reze's expression drooped. "To be honest, we were on track to follow up on this matter with you, but… an unexpected problem has occurred."

"What sort of problem?"

"The kind where an easy solution is not available."

"Captain, what is going on, exactly?"

"The problem lies with the Dominion of Man. You see, just before the outbreak of the Red Tide Offensive, we secretly transferred the Carmine dreadnought to Bridgehead One for reasons that you should be familiar with. Then the Red Tide Offensive kicked off at the same time six ancient phase whales unfolded a spacetime bubble around Bridgehead One."

"I see. I expected as much. It is nice to hear someone from the RF admit it, though."

"You knew?"

Ves snorted. "Half of red humanity has already guessed the truth. All but two of your precious dreadnoughts have made an appearance so far. The Dominion of Man is one of the two that had yet to show up on any of the battlefields in the border region. It is a pretty logical assumption that she got stranded in Bridgehead One. I managed to get additional confirmation when I couldn't get in touch with Furia anymore. Do you know that it is pretty easy for me to contact a lot of design spirits?"

"That is nice to know…"

"So why does the mishap involving the Dominion of Man stop you from approaching me to transform the other dreadnoughts?"

"We have yet to complete a thorough examination of all of the changes. We also lack enough information to make additional preparations that could improve the results of the next attempt. There are those among us who hate it that the Dominion of Man only received a brief amount of preparation time before undergoing her miraculous metamorphosis. We would like to increase the yield by making targeted modifications and alterations to another dreadnought, but without the latest data from the indisposed vessels, we cannot make any significant progress on this end."

"I see. Did you just consider going through without waiting for all of this extra information?"

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