The Space Fortress's drone swarm ultimately failed to stop our assault force, which had three super bodyguards. Its heavy missiles and swarming escorts could hold back the Eternal-class Mothership and the tidal wave of frigates, but they could not stop an elite infiltration team. I supposed that was what they meant by being big but not refined—though I knew that phrase did not quite fit, it was basically the idea.
Seven assault ships survived. The other ships that had come with us were destroyed when the drones first intercepted them. I hoped the soldiers aboard had all successfully uploaded their souls, though that probably was not a problem: the assault troops we had brought this time were all equipped with the "Omen" system, giving them what was practically a one-hundred-percent battlefield survival rate.
The seven remaining assault ships sped along a crack in the Space Fortress's armor belt. Towering armor layers rose on either side of us like two mountain ranges. As a space facility dozens of kilometers in diameter, even a single section of its outer shell could be considered a mountain. The fortress's drone swarm had not yet been completely cleared out; large numbers of drones were still prowling several kilometers away, searching for intruders, while flashes of explosions constantly came from behind us. But the assault force had already shaken off those troublesome things. Pandora and Viska were now keeping the drones busy with their floating gun batteries. The two girls seemed a little overexcited, but no matter what, they had completed their task well enough.
I called the One Point Two Meter Sisters over the Spiritual Connection, and Viska's cheerful voice was the first to ring out. "Brother, Brother! Look how lively it is over here! They explode just like fireworks! I spelled out my name