CH 213

Name：The Story of an Ace Pilot Who Is the Only Man in an Alien Army Where Chastity Has Been Reversed Author：Agar Jelly - Kanten Jelly
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The Invasion

“They are not here yet huh……”

Inside a Calencian striker floating in the darkness of space, a young pilot muttered to herself. It has already been a while since she arrived at the designated position.

There was a report that the enemy vanguard fleet had advanced into the system. However, due to the enemy’s jamming their search equipment was rendered almost useless. Because of that, they have no idea when the enemy will launch their attack.

“I don’t think it’s possible but they are not going to ignore us and bypass this system entirely right…….”

“Ha, there’s no way right.”

One of the pilots belonging to the Valentina faction replied. The Calencian pilot frowned and glanced at the striker flying at her side. It was a [Jetta], a striker model their enemy is using but it has a white stripe marked on its characteristic crimson paint. An attempt to differentiate their striker from the enemy.

“If they ignore us then we will be able to attack them from behind. In the first place, with the number advantage they have, taking us on directly would be way more advantageous for them.”

“Well, that’s true………”

Still, having to wait for their enemy to attack without knowing when they will come is putting quite a heavy pressure on their side. If she just stays quiet and waits then the pressure alone would be too overwhelming. With a sigh, the Calencian pilot starts looking around.

Around them was a starry sky like a jet-black cloth dotted with glowing beads, and behind them was a planet that looked like a giant snowball…….Galea-E. It’s a mystical sight but such a thing is already common for the soldiers of a space-faring civilization. That’s why it’s not nearly enough of a distraction to dispel their anxiety.

“What, getting cold feet?”

Asked Valentina’s pilot in a teasing tone. As a former Noredian pilot, she has more experience on the battlefield than her Calencian counterpart. Perhaps because of that, she can ask such a question in a seemingly nonchalant tone.

“……I’m not.”

“You don’t have to act tough you know? If you are scared then you can just hide behind me after all. Hahaha……”

“Y, You little……..!”

The Calencian pilot immediately snapped but she stopped herself when she saw a photo taped to the console of her cockpit. It was a picture of the Calencian pilot together with a weak-looking young man who’s smiling shyly next to her. The two had their arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders and they seem to be close.

“…….Hmph!”

“What, how boring.”

Valentina’s pilot clicked her tongue and expressed her disappointment. Perhaps she was also overwhelmed by the pressure. That’s probably a given since no soldiers can stay calm when they are facing an army three times the size of their own.

“I have to survive this and go home! I don’t have time to bicker with you!”

“Wait, you have a man waiting at home?”

“Obviously!”

The Calencian pilot boastfully answers. On the other hand, Valentina’s pilot had a terribly fed-up look on her face. That’s unsurprising since she’s currently single (has been for a while). In the first place, she wouldn’t join in with the rebels if she has a boyfriend or a significant other back home.

“Tsk!”

Incomparable to her earlier one, this time her tongue clicking has a lot more emotions packed in it. In reply, the Calencian pilot exhaled with satisfaction.

“I’m going to get married when this war is over, you know. Do you want me to send you an invitation?”

“Y, You, don’t get carried away……..!”

Valentina’s pilot was about to retaliate but suddenly a warning sound echoed inside their cockpits. They instantly ready themselves and grip their control sticks.

[[Multiple heat sources approaching.]]

“All strikers, Break! Break!”

At the warning from the AI, the commander tensely commanded the pilots to perform a hard turn. In a hurry, all pilots pull their control sticks and accelerate at full throttle.

A few seconds later, countless crimson beams cut through the jet-black space. They came from warship-class blaster cannons. Although it was not precisely aimed at them, the shots were calculated and fired at their position from a long distance……….However, the incoming bullets were too numerous. A moment later, several explosions rise on the battlefield.

“Ugh, damn it, they finally decided to show up huh!”

Valentina’s pilot used complex and skillful evasive maneuvers to avoid the incoming particle bullets that are flying toward them seemingly at random. There, she saw the Calencian striker whose pilot she just talked to earlier fly by. Her eyes reflexively followed it for a bit, then……

“…….!”

It was hit by an extra-thick beam that pierced through its armor in an instant. A little later, a big explosion followed. However, in the vacuum of space, there was neither a shockwave nor the sound of explosion. It was a sad, soundless death.

Valentina’s pilot clenched her teeth so hard that they almost made a breaking noise.

“A large number of masses detected! It might be the Noredian main fleet!”

“A large number of strikers sighted! All strikers move to the intercepting position. [All weapons Free]!”

The sudden report from the radio dragged her back to the battlefield. Now is no time to mourn the dead. With a bitter expression, Valentina’s pilot stepped on the foot pedal.