"Kill them!! Kill them! Kill them!! The general will triumph! Kill whoever you want!!"
A crazed voice screamed wildly over the public channel. The massive, chaotic storm of information was almost enough to make one dizzy. I found it hard to imagine that a Shipboard AI could be this noisy. In the instant I was distracted, more than a dozen dark-red energy beams tore through the darkness around us, sending ripples racing across Sandora's Psionic Shield.
The enemy could not hear the noise on their own channels. Their Frigate Squadron was still sparing no effort to kill the four of us... oh, with the battle-incapable Asidda sisters included, that made six. Since we had been moving rapidly near the wreckage zone, the enemy did not dare use their mothership's main guns. However, more and more fighters and Assault Ships were gathering. Not only were they reinforcing the defenses around the wreckage, they were also steadily forcing us away with suppressive fire. The Pandora sisters were certainly powerful, but even they did not dare face an entire fleet head-on under these circumstances. Even Sandora's mind control was powerless against so many enemies. The only reasons we had held on this long were that the enemy did not dare use high-yield weapons, and that the Leader-Class Apostles' powerful shields and the Asidda sisters' continuous spatial jumps had kept us alive.
"Damn it, do we have no choice but to retreat!?"
Sandora stared unwillingly at the other half of the wreckage, which was already within reach yet impossible to approach another step, and spoke bitterly. Although the situation was critical, getting away at the last moment would not be a problem. With the Asidda sisters here, the enemy's spatial disruptors should not be able to stop us. It was just that this operation