Outside the Hanger doors.
A group of golden-colored 'mechs' slashed at a half-transparent barrier of energy with a 6m tall long sword shinning with golden radiance. Their actions were perfectly synchronous with each other.
Each slash of the sword brought about wave-like ripples on the barrier, which grew increasingly smaller with repeated attacks.
『Stop! 』 a domineering voice suddenly echoed within the heads of all the mechs.
The golden swords halted in union and the almost transparent barrier gained a moment of respite. The 'mechs' then turned their heads and looked towards the source of the voice.
Standing on the deck of a floating vessel, which looked like a hybrid between a traditional boat and a modern spaceship, was a 2.3m tall being with an ant shaped head.
『Group 25, retreat. Group 44 takes their place. 』he instructed, his gruff, cold voice resounded in the head of the 'mechs' floating in space.