Chapter 6190 The Sacrifices of Ordinary People

Chapter 6190 The Sacrifices of Ordinary People

The Red Tide Offensive struck human society hard. The imposition of martial law in the border regions and more restrictive legislation in other human-occupied regions changed the fabric of human society forever.

An oppressive air began to loom above people's heads. The time for leisure and relaxation had passed. Even the most secure star systems could not completely escape the aftermath of the alien offensive.

Only the periodic intervention of numerous god mechs and dreadnoughts served as a bright spot during the mass alien incursion.

No matter which star system they appeared in, the powerful machines displayed their absolute dominance over their alien foes and easily stopped every invasion in its tracks.

People needed hope. They invested their hope and expectations in the best of what red humanity had to offer.

Heroes rose up as well. Numerous ace mechs and other exceptional combatants performed above and beyond to hold back the unrelenting aliens and save the lives of as many humans as possible.

In this era of gods and heroes, the potential of the human race began to explode.

"Father..."

A certain teenage girl sat on her bed in her dormitory.

Aandie Ketter was enrolled in a boarding school located in the safe and prosperous Selan Middle Zone.

As a zone that fell within the sphere of influence of the Vulit Central Star Node, much of the planets had been colonized by old money originating from the Milky Way.

Ever since the Great Severing occurred, so many attempted to emigrate to the colonies in this middle zone that the colonial states couldn't handle the excessive intake!

The conditions required to settle in a good location in the Selan Middle Zone skyrocketed. Aandie's father would have never been able to get her to enroll in a good school under normal circumstances. Even the status of a linefighter only managed to get him so far. Without enough money, nothing could be done!

The girl knew that her father feared for her life if she was forced to remain in one of the more vulnerable regions such as the Krakatoa or the Torald Middle Zones.

This was why the father made the extreme decision to volunteer for a suicide mission.

The tangible and intangible rewards for serving as a noble defender of a fortified star system in the 1st defensive band was the greatest!

Allowing Aandie to become a Warchild was already enough to pave her road in transphasic alloys. Together with the pensions and additional compensation, she would have to be a fool or a spoiled idiot if she was unable to complete an elite education and work for an excellent employer!

Aandie was not a fool, and she certainly did not think of herself as spoiled. She recalled the argument she had with her father on the eve of his departure to the front.

"Why must you leave?! Why do you want to kill yourself so badly?! Can't you stay and be my father for many years more? Don't go! Just tell them you are sick or something!"

"It is already too late, sweetheart." Josh Ketter told his daughter. "I have already signed the contract with the Red Association. It is impossible to breach this agreement. From the moment I accepted this duty, my life is not my own anymore. The RA doesn't joke around."

The girl gripped her fist, but soon let go. There was no point in raging at the unfairness of human society. She was not a politician and did not aspire to become one. Right now, she only wanted to live up to her father's greatest expectations.

Aandie could not focus on her homework this time. She was so worried for her father that she activated a projection and switched to one of the many live feeds that displayed the ongoing fighting.

The Red Two made no attempts to hide the victories and well as the losses of the Red War.

Any failures must clearly be shown to the public in order to emphasize the serious nature of this conflict. The fighting forces must also learn from each other's mistakes and improve their operations as quickly as possible.

Right now, the battle in the star system where her father had been stationed at in the past few months was not going well for the human side.

The orven assault fleets brought a lot of phasefighters and warships. Their sole siege vessel steadily eliminated the orbital space fortresses that served as the crucial anchors to the human defense network.

The amount of mechs and phasefighters circling around each other boggled Aandie's mind. She could not distinguish anything special from all of the tangled small craft.

More likely than not, her father's Fey Fianna must be there somewhere, but the live feed did not provide enough resolution and supplementary information for her to track that new machine.

"I hope you will protect my father long enough for him to enjoy a satisfying fight."

She had heard many good stories about the products of the Living Mech Corporation. Many of her fellow students at school dreamt of working for this rapidly rising firm.

This was because they could not only work in one of the most promising new mech companies in the Red Ocean, but also join a powerful clan that was already starting to break into first-class society!

If possible, Aandie wanted to apply to the Larkinson Clan as well once she graduated from her studies. The clan was responsible for releasing a more powerful mech than her father had access to. This caused her family to form a special connection to the Larkinsons.

"Is it possible?"

Aandie did not have much hope unless she enrolled in a much better school and earned much higher grades. Many people like herself harbored the same aspiration. The Living Mech Corporation was not short of talented personnel.

If Aandie remained as she was today, then she never thought that she any chance of getting employed by the LMC.

If she became a Warchild, then the story might be different. Even if she ended up falling short of meeting the strict standards of the Larkinson Clan, she could apply to work in any renowned mech company or institution.

A whole new future would open up for her soon. She only had to wait until the aliens defeated the human defenders of this distant star system. At that time, the Red Association should send a notification to her address that confirmed her elevation to a Warchild.

"Father..."

The naive part of herself wanted her father to come back alive. She wanted a god pilot to swoop in and save the day by annihilating all of the orven attackers.

However, Aandie had already checked out the map on the galactic net that tracked the sightings of every god mech and dreadnought.

None of these powerful assets were close to the star system where his father fought the last battle of his life.

"There are too few saviors..."