Bab 473: 473 Um What? Omwat

"I am sorry to cut you short, but please deal with my assistant while I head to my Mecha. I will be needed for the defense fight." Max informed the older woman, who just waved him away and turned to her communicator to make sure that she had heard their instructions correctly.

As the Illithid had predicted, there were no messages before the fleet left warp, and the second they did, the fleet at the closest planet started dislodging Landers from five Destroyer Class vessels, as well as fifteen Mecha Carriers roughly equivalent to Kepler's President Class vessels.

That should give them a force of thirty Mecha Regiments headed to the planet in the next five minutes.

[All forces deploy. Nico, get the drones active and shoot down those Landers while we deal with the fleet.] Max ordered.