Quietly sneaking onto the ship, I managed to secure a safe spot. So, what should I do now?
‘I need to sabotage the warp drive.’
This ship is part of the StarUnion fleet. Once the battle is over, it will return to its original space station for repairs. If the warp drive malfunctions, we’re done for.
The warp drive, the pinnacle of hyper-scientific technology, is as delicate as an overloaded reactor. Failing warp navigation could strand the ship in an entirely unexpected place, that could even be within a star.
Failing a warp navigation in the ga ans instant death. Top-tier equipnt and ships won’t save you.
I’ve been in that situation before, forced into a star during a battle with the Vortex ones. It’s likely to be similar in reality. It’s an extre case, but not impossible. We can’t afford reckless moves unless it’s an ergency.
I attached the auxiliary organ to the wall inside the garbage processing chamber. Intermittent vibrations and a strong flow of energy were felt from the ship’s side. The ship is in a difficult state to engage in combat due to heavy damage to the front rockets and hull. We’ll probably retreat to the rear of the fleet to avoid the cult’s attacks. We don’t know when the battle will end, but it likely won’t be long.
‘That cyborg battleship we saw earlier.’
That ship, appearing more than three tis the size of others, is a model I recognize.
‘A Z2-class heavy battleship. Looks like it’s been modified sowhat, though.’
StarUnion battleships typically carry anti-ship torpedoes.
‘Gremlyn torpedoes.’
Among StarUnion’s inventions, this weapon stands out for its ability to corrode tals like a nanomachine. The Gremlyn torpedoes loaded onto the battleship can specify the tal they consu.
‘For instance, attacking with a Gremlyn torpedo specified for moonsilver will continue corroding until all monsilver in the vicinity is eradicated. And there’s only one faction that uses monsilver to build ships around here.’
‘It can be fired during a battle without any issues. Its only drawbacks are its high cost and vulnerability to EMP.’
‘But the cult can’t use EMP.’
Unless they have skilled psychics on the level of Number 26, or Cult Prophets, defending against Gremlyn torpedoes with regular shields is difficult.
‘They’ll probably aim for the Imperial battleship opportunistically.’
Firing a Gremlyn torpedo will end the battle. Until then, we need to deal with the engine issue.
The target is set. It’s ti to move.
[ZZZ ZZ ZZZZ (I’ll be back soon)”]
｢Where are you going? I want to co too.｣
｢I｣ ｢together｣
｢Wait for both of us. Amorph… uhh, the big one has sothing to attend to.｣
｢Sothing?｣
[ZZZ ZZ ZZZZ ZZ ZZZZ ZZZ (Just taking a quick look around. I’ve been idle for a while)”]
｢Yeah. Co back safely!｣
｢I｣ ｢farewell｣
“…”
Watching the Mother of the Sky, embarrassed by her own words, was quite amusing, but ti is of the essence. After telling the kids to rest, I crawled out of the garbage processing chamber.
Normally, I’d move with them, but not this ti.
‘We have to move quietly, that’s why.’
Everyone rampaging together is only safe after security is assured.
Coming out of the processing chamber, I moved upside down, clinging to the ceiling. Despite nurous caras in the corridor, they failed to detect my presence.
The fur sticking downwards due to the wind, a characteristic of “unknown creature fur.”
‘If I were a cyborg, they would have been startled to see , wouldn’t they?’
They said it’s a stealth effect to avoid detection by detection equipnt or traits, but normal cyborgs should still be able to see fine. Androids or drones might not, though.
‘Let’s experint with that later.’
It’s better not to run into anyone right now. With eight arms and legs, I stuck closely to the ceiling, choosing paths where I couldn’t sense android or drone movents.
Luckily, most drones and androids seed to be deployed for ship repairs, as there weren’t many robots roaming the corridors. As I got closer to the engine room, I sensed a large movent in the distance.
‘A walker?’
But I quickly reconsidered. The closer it got, the more certain I beca that it wasn’t a walker.
To avoid it, I slipped away at a junction and hid against the corridor wall. Eventually, a spider-like machine appeared beyond the corridor. It had a human head and torso, but instead of arms and legs, it had six robotic legs attached where they should have been.
‘A screar, huh?’
The grueso-looking screar wheezed through tubes attached to its mouth. As chemical fluid was injected through the tubes into its body, cold sweat dripped incessantly.
After scanning the corridor with bloodshot eyes, it clattered off with its six legs, leaving only a tallic skeleton behind.
‘It slled of sweat.’
I thought they might be cyborg soldiers, but they turned out to be screars.
Screars are quite the creation, reflecting the tastes of space survival developers. In summary, they’re akin to punishnt units once operated by communist states.
Instead of sending the worst criminals or anti-establishnt figures to prison, StarUnion turns them into screars. Rather than waste individuals deed useless to society for being potentially chanical, they’re repurposed into combat machines.
Once turned into screars, they lose all control over their bodies, becoming little more than puppets. They might as well be called bio-drones.
Once their sentence ends, they’re supposedly restored to normal cyborgs, but most end up dead in battle before that happens.
“It’s strange to see screars in an elite fleet.”
From the Machine assembly’s perspective, since they’re all criminals, they’re not well-organized into such good fleets. I heard there’s a unit in the StarUnion’s elite forces consisting solely of screars, but this ship isn’t part of that unit.
‘Let’s be careful of screars. They’re not like androids and have significantly higher combat capabilities.’
They tear into enemies like rabid dogs. Dealing with them one by one like this is a nuisance.
Later, I confird there were two more besides the one I encountered. Since screars periodically road, I had to take a long detour to reach the engine room.
It took longer than expected because of them, but it wasn’t all wasted ti.
‘Let’s consider we’ve familiarized ourselves with the ship’s layout.’
I checked the necessary information for attacking the ship, such as the security level of communication facilities and the location of auxiliary terminals where propulsion output can be verified.
After gathering information while bypassing them, I finally reached the upper level of the engine room.
Why the upper level instead of the engine room? The reason is simple.
‘It’s too risky to go straight to the engine room.’
Being a military vessel, the security level of the engine room is incomparable to that of research vessels that we have encountered so far.
The most important facility on this ship is guarded by ten heavily ard androids and twenty combat drones. They tirelessly monitor and guard against unauthorized intruders, turning them into bee-like hives without a mont’s rest.
Moreover, various types of sensors are installed throughout the corridor leading to the engine room.
While “unknown creature fur” may not trigger the caras, it could trigger motion sensors detecting vibrations.
So, I’ve decided not to directly assault the engine room.
‘Just need to disable other things essential for engine operation.’
For instance, the cooling system or circuits that supply energy from the reactor, etc.
After adjusting the direction of caras installed above the corridor, I leaped down to the floor.
Landing silently, I imdiately crawled close and pressed the auxiliary device beneath my chin against the tal floor.
From the dark gray walls, intense heat and subtle yet stronger vibrations were sensed.
‘This should do.’
Since I just adjusted the caras, this area won’t be caught on tape.
I carefully scratched the tal plate on the floor in case noise might attract attention.
Soon, a hole appeared, revealing wires and tubes inside.
I widened my mouth above the hole.
‘lting these will be tough, huh?’
The corroding fungus between my oesophagus and trachea activated.
Soon, acidic fungal masses poured out of my mouth.
***
[The Imperial battleship was damaged by 78%. Disabled.]
“Phew.”
Looking at the video feed coming through the cables connected to the ship, Keynescue sighed.
In the center of the video he was watching, there used to be the Imperial battleship.
The cult’s battleship, the “Gormos 03’s Condemnation” was hit by Gremlyn torpedoes and sinking.
“It was intense. Truly.”
As the battle dragged on, at so point, the Imperial battleship began to falter.
Perhaps because they knew we’d finish it with Gremlyn torpedoes.
Other cult warships also made sure not to let their ships get within the range of the torpedoes.
‘More botherso than I thought.’
Due to the cult ships’ sacrifices, even targeting the battleship with Gremlyn torpedoes beca a challenge.
“The cult fleet is retreating.”
“Tch, about the ti they ran. Bloody idiots.”
As the cult proved to be more troubleso than expected, Vice Admiral Sanadaeff of the Nea Fleet opted for a very StarUnion-esque strategy.
They targeted our ships with torpedoes, coated with nanomachines, then charged toward the Imperial battleship.
This resulted in the destruction of about ten ships, but ultimately, the Imperial battleship succumbed to the Gremlyn torpedoes’ nanomachines.
And that’s what Keynescue is watching now.
“No need to pursue. The fleet will return to the ESS-22 system.”
Thus, the brief battle ca to an end.
Keynescue doesn’t know how significant the outco of this battle will be.
“But it’s none of my concern anyway.”
All decisions are made by the esteed mbers of the Machine Council.
Maybe Vice Admiral Sanadaeff will be a bit annoyed because of this battle.
“Order the repair drones to return and prepare the navigation warp.”
“Confird.”
The computer of Ship 98 relayed Keynescue’s orders.
In the anti, he checked the information of the ‘special machines’ onboard the ship.
“Damn, why conduct new Screar experints on my ship?”
Originally, all StarUnion Screars were managed by Android Pyra Eleven of the Machine assembly.
Normally, they would be responsible for conducting Screar experints.
However, the situation was different this ti.
The suggestion to test if Screars could blend in well with regular soldiers ca from higher ups.
Currently, a small number of completed prototypes are being tested on regular ships, and Keynescue’s ship happened to carry one of these Screars.
“Why bring criminals on board in the first place?”
Even if they’re fully controlled, no captain likes criminals roaming their ship.
Furthermore, having to constantly observe how well these criminals adapt and file reports makes the situation even more unpleasant.
But Keynescue couldn’t voice his complaints.
Pyra Eleven holds the rank of a Supre Councilor. His rank is equivalent to that of the Supre Councilor Nea Five, who is the overall commander of the Nea Fleet to which he belongs and also a Supre Councilor of the Machine Council. There’s nothing he can say to an android in a position even higher than Vice Admiral Sanadaeff, the deputy fleet commander.
“Sigh, if it’s a problem, it needs to be dealt with. Ship 98, are we still far off? Why haven’t we departed yet?”
“The warp engine is experiencing issues.”
“What? What kind of issues?”
“The cooling function is inactive. Energy supply rate from the reactor decreased to 40%. Probability of error during hyperspace jump in this state is 63%.”
“What did you say? No way, what the hell is that nonsense?”
Why would the perfectly fine hyperspace engine suddenly go haywire? Keynescue was baffled. Then a communication ca from the battleship.
[Ship 98, what’s going on? Why haven’t you returned?]
“Uh, there’s an issue with the warp engine. It’s risky to jump with a 63% chance of error.”
[You are still in the JP-99 system, we don’t know when enemies will return. Move to the nearby system urgently, repair quickly to reduce the error probability to 10%, then return.]
“Understood!”
After ending the communication, Keynescue contacted Ship 98 again.
“Which is the nearest system from here?”
“It’s the AD-100 system. We’ll arrive within 3 days with the current propulsion status.”
“Alright. Let’s head there first for repairs….”
As Keynescue was about to issue orders, the image that was floating in front of him suddenly cut off. Moreover, the lights in the situation room where he was seated all went out.
[What’s going on? Ship 98? What’s happening?]
Silence from the ship despite his outcry.
A mont later, power returned to the ship’s situation room. Ship 98 sent a ssage again through the connected cables.
[Urgent, unknown cause, direct EMP occurred. Currently under recovery.]
“What? Suddenly an EMP? What’s the cause?”
[Unknown. Currently investigating.]
“Try to investigate the cause by connecting to Starlink.”
[Not possible. Communication function currently inactive.]
[Damn it! How did this happen!]
Communication function inactive. That ant one thing.
Distress.
They were in the enemy’s territory just a mont ago, engaged in combat. To crash in such a damaged state, and not only that…
[Confird EMP source. Presud to be inside the ship.]
“…Inside?”
Upon hearing Ship 98’s report, Keynescue felt a chill run down his spine.
Being stranded alone is already a problem, but having an unknown entity with them is even worse.
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