The autonomous War Machine possessed unmatched firepower and mechanical strength. Aparajita was glad that Legion Commander Malcolm had thought of the kind of support he needed in such a short time. He and the warriors of First Company were enough to handle all the Outer Dimensional Entities in this residential district, but the building ruins destroyed by artillery support had truly wasted a great deal of time. At their current pace and with the frequency of attacks, their ammunition reserves might fail to meet the minimum required level by the time they carried out the final phase of the mission.
"I hope you brought enough ammunition and batteries, as agreed."
"I guarantee that supplies will be transported according to the logistics route established by headquarters."
The Martian Technicians' face carried a hint of shyness. Both of his eyes had been upgraded into more powerful electronic eyes, allowing him to scan vast amounts of information in a short time, but those fluorescent green eyes made it impossible to guess what he was really thinking.
"The safety rating of the logistics route is only 43.7 percent, far below the standard for secure transport. Even if I deploy autonomous combat robot squads along the patrol route, current enemy-friend ratio calculations indicate a 79.9 percent chance of encountering a large enemy group, delaying ammunition delivery. The transport deviation will remain within five standard minutes..."
Before he could finish, Aparajita climbed into the tracked Armored Personnel Carrier without looking back. He was quite satisfied with the Martian Technicians' answer. After all, they had brought a large quantity of ammunition before setting out. If the road ahead remained clear, the strength of this heavy armored company would be enough to break through positions heavily defended by non-primary targets. A five-minute deviation was not particularly difficult to