"Bad. Extremely bad. Inhumanly bad."
On Salvation Two's bridge, the officers who had just completed a humanitarian rescue mission all wore grim expressions.
They had already seen how terrible this region was through briefings and intelligence reports, but only after truly making contact did they realize reality was even worse than the reports.
The fleet anchored by the harbor was continuously launching and recovering Drones.
The outcome of the Plane War was that every aspect of the victors had evolved. Countries and factions that had kept up with the New Era's technological revolution, armed with the most advanced weapons and tactical concepts, were like aliens before the remnants of the old era.
Now, above the fleet of the newly established Life Preservation Battle Group, tens of thousands of Drones hovered and calculated. Equipped with artificial-soul AI, they could, in a sense, be considered part of the "battle group."
"Small group of rioters committing violent crimes eliminated. Sixteen dead, seven wounded. There are disabled victims and women at the scene. Leaving them unattended may result in heavy casualties. Recommend Rank B support from the Rescue Team."
"Received. The rescue route has been determined. It passes through four moderately dangerous areas and will be cleared by the T141 Drone Swarm."
"Clearance complete. Six criminals at the scene have been killed. The Rescue Team may proceed."
What Lu Mouren found ironic, as he sat upon the "throne" and watched it all unfold as the battle group's decision-maker, was that salvation and slaughter were happening at the same time. Today's direct killings would very likely outnumber those being saved.
"Everything is rotten to the core."
Watching another batch of killer Drones launch from the hangar on the screen, Lu PingAn sighed, growing increasingly helpless.
World wars were often technological wars as well. Postwar technology