If Max had known that, he would have gone to an uninhabited system to fight it out, instead of being here at Rae 5 to defend his people. But, there was no use crying over spilled Rum.
"Do what you want. But I am warning you now that you will lose again, and I won't be so kind as to allow you a chance to recover. You have played this game long enough, and I am sick of watching you try. But more than that, I am sick of watching you lose, you pathetic creature." The Myceloid God taunted its kinfolk.
The scouts smirked as they read the message. Of course, Nico's solution would be to kill them in a specific way. There had been plenty of chances to capture one, but none of them had ever seen any such order. Instead, they focused entirely on killing.
[Commander Nico, there is a large gathering of the red demons aboard a crashed cutter class vessel reported by the advanced scouts one hundred and seventy kilometres to the northeast. It was found in a ravine, and the scout team is currently monitoring.] Felicity informed her.
So naturally, her first target was going to be the collection of Lesser Demons that had made their way through the new portals over the last few minutes. There was no time like the present to see if her modifications were working, and if she really could store wild energy and modify her body even further.
Max noticed the moment that the two Ai systems started assigning points to targets. Not only did the pilots suddenly get excited, but they also got better at actually Piloting the drones. As expected of gamers, they could only actually focus once there was something to win.
I feel like Max is going to pick on her frustration and give her a head pat plus:
Felicity had so much more tactical experience than she did that she had been relegated to the role of data processing support, even though she was also a World Ship Class AI.
It was a bad day to be a part of the Cathedral Ships, as they had unwittingly become the punching bag in the slugfest between two military titans. But there was nothing that they could do about it now, and even sending in their Commander wouldn't save them from this tragedy, as they had so painfully learned not long ago.
[The same thing it always means for the Queen. The most powerful piece on the board gets sent out to smash threats and then returns to safety.] Max replied.
The Myceloids loved a good fight, and with a million Mecha on a planet the size of a star, created by their God to their own preference, there was no way that they would be missing out on this.
"Part of my core programming. It is not strictly necessary to touch the head, any part of the projection will work. The previous Admiral preferred a more aged and buxom form, I can change if you prefer." Sylvie replied.
"Sylvie is equipped with solid light technology, centred around a projector core, as well as a neural link. Place your hand upon my head and I can implement your commands." She informed him with a childish smile.
"Sylvie is equipped with solid light technology, centred around a projector core, as well as a neural link. Place your hand upon my head and I can implement your commands." She informed him with a childish smile.