"Do you copy? Over." Bryce's voice echoed through the interiors of the crew's mechs. True to his word, he had taken on the role of operator. In simpler terms, he was their eyes and ears.
"Loud and clear." Michael answered, his eyes fixed on the towering portal amid the floating asteroids.
Within seconds, massive alien battleships began emerging from it, all heading straight toward the human forces.
Almost immediately, it became apparent that their ships paled in comparison to humanity's warship. Sadly, they made up for that weakness in sheer numbers.
Humanity's forces had been spread thin. At every location where the appearance of a portal was a possibility, only a single battleship had been deployed. If one were to fall, it would force an already overstretched force to divide and respond, or worse, require the intervention of the Emperor or one of the faction leaders. That would be a dire outcome, as they were meant to respond only to raiding Monarchs and Titans.
