At that very moment, another wave of torpedo ships was ready to launch from the Saedde Fortress. Most of the Far Shore defenders' torpedo ship squadrons were indeed operating alongside the Fuxi, but the most elite squadrons were standing by inside the fortress.
"New Shenzhou! Raiders! Dawn! Are all the squadrons ready to go?"
There was not the slightest trace of nervousness or stiff sense of duty in Lieutenant Colonel Annie Romanova's voice. In her view, whether you were crossing dangerous space or enemy lines, all you had to do was treat it like an obstacle course, and you could make it through even the deadliest dangers.
"Bottom line, you ignore the obstacles and focus on your comrades and the helm! That's how I did it back on Earth, when I was a biker!" In front of the Earth reporters who had come to interview her, the pilot—also a "Moonian"—arrogantly gave a thumbs-up. She showed no shame at all about having been the head of a biker gang during her chuunibyou youth; if anything, she seemed proud of it.
You had to admit, pilots often had just that kind of attitude.
That was probably why, even though the torpedo ship squadrons included veteran pilots with distinguished combat records like Colonel Gao Lanf, it was Miss Annie who gave the orders.
"This is a simple mission, so I'll keep it brief. We're the Commonwealth's sharpest dagger, and we're about to plunge it into the enemy's vital organs again!"
The pilots burst out laughing and chimed in. Lieutenant Mars Cook of the Raiders Squadron even said that Big Sister Annie was absolutely right!
Every one of these pilots was an unruly soul, full of courage and disdain for the Imperial Army across from them. Their mental wavelengths were as unstable as the