Chapter 1745: The Inexplicable
At the same time Mwu gave the order, the Victory Fleet sounded the red alert. The pilots, who had only rested for a short while, once again donned their Combat Suits and returned to their machines.
The moment most pilots entered their machines, they hit the startup button. As they fastened their seat belts, their eyes swept over the system displays to confirm the maintenance and resupply work performed on their units during their rest.
Though it had not seemed long since the last battle, there had still been some time in between. After so many rounds of combat logistics work, the maintenance crews aboard each ship had improved greatly under such intense conditions. Besides, the personnel gathered in the Victory Fleet were experienced and capable elites to begin with.
As long as no major issues had arisen, simple resupply and maintenance could be completed very quickly. A single machine could be serviced and resupplied in less than ten minutes. If a team handled several machines at once, even more could be finished within those ten minutes. Not to mention that some units did not require such maintenance or resupply at all.
If a component had been damaged—whether from being hit or excessive wear—even minor repairs took only around half an hour. Fortunately, no serious problems had occurred in the previous battle, so every machine in the Victory Fleet was now fully capable of fighting once more.
Once the pilots had taken their seats, every machine received transmissions from the bridges of different warships, and everyone joined the same communications channel.
While lining up to sortie, they learned the current situation outside from the various bridges. Those who had already been waiting in the ready rooms could see what was happening through the screens: the internal