Northern region, Imperial-occupied territory.
Since it had only been a little over three months since the Empire's Third Fleet landed, the northern environment had not yet been seriously damaged. But it was only a matter of time.
The trees and vegetation in the garrison area had been completely cut down. Viewed from above, an ugly scar had been torn across the lush land, covered with spaceships and rows of habitation modules. Fields, landing pads, and other facilities had been built in the open areas.
Dense vegetation surrounded the vast garrison area. Heavy transport vehicles had pressed countless muddy roads into the ground. Some of the vehicles even bore bite marks. The thick alloy plating clearly showed traces left by sharp teeth, as well as claw marks several centimeters deep and a finger-width across.
The heavy transport vehicles rolled over deep tire tracks. Despite the terrible road conditions, these behemoths still traveled as if on level ground.
Several supersonic fighters streaked overhead. On the landing pad below, several soldiers hunched over and covered their ears as the sonic booms rattled them. Once they recovered, they began cursing angrily at the sky. A burly, bearded man piloting a personal mech and loading ammunition onto a battleship raised his middle finger at the sky from inside the mech's cockpit. The logistics medium-sized mech linked to his nervous system made the same gesture.
The entire Third Fleet garrison could rival a city. A main ship was docked in the central area.
In the command center of the main ship, an elderly man in slightly gray camouflage military uniform sat before a holographic sand table. He held a cup of steaming coffee. The cup had already reached his lips, but he did not drink. Instead, he stared absentmindedly at the 3D sand table before him,