Her words forced him to reconsider his approach, though he held little concern for how many Minotaurs had died in their assault or how many more would perish in the battles to come—along with other races they might face.
After all, they were not human, just another species, no different from livestock. But before his thoughts could wander further, he forced them back, focusing on the task at hand. He could not afford to entertain such distractions now. Reflection would come later, if time allowed—but not now.
He spoke into the comms, 'Mech division, prepare for deployment,' and then repeated the order.
Following the command from the flagship, the hangar bay of the only battle carrier in the third task force rang with alarms. Hundreds of mech pilots quickly boarded their mechas in disciplined fashion, even as they moved with urgency.
