The Mech Touch

Before humans invaded the Red Ocean, the dwarf galaxy enjoyed a long era of peace and stability.

The 13 major alien races of the Red Ocean had already carved out their respective territories a long time ago. Waging war on a civilization-wide scale did not make any sense because none of the races could overpower each other quickly enough to prevent others from interfering in the conflict.

Every race implicitly or explicitly maintained the status quo for that reason. This produced a relatively internal state of the multiracial galactic community where the only incidents of fighting came in the form of small controlled conflicts and lawless activities.

This galactic state happened to match the state of the Milky Way before the Age of Conquest.

The Seven Apex Races maintained a persistent balance of power and mostly remained content to rule over their own separate star empires.

Alas, the spread of the scourge known as the human race had ruined both of these idyllic states!

The upstart humans did not play by the rules. They refused to bow down to their betters and fought without even considering the option of compromise.

Humanity's favorite means of growth was by relying on stealing, cheating, robbing and deceiving anyone who wasn't a part of their own race.

In fact, humans were so outrageous that they did not even let off their own people!

To the cosmopolitans that admired the old galactic communities of the Milky Way and the Red Ocean, they lamented the fact that humans simply could not get along with the other powers of those galaxies.

How could all of these ignorant and greedy humans be blind to the magnificence of multiracial cooperation?!

How could they not yearn for the relative calm and prosperity that so many different alien races managed to produce by respecting each other's strengths and boundaries?

One of the central assumptions of the Cosmopolitan Movement was that the fault did not lie with the aliens.

It was the humans that held all of the blame for the death and destruction that their arrival had wrought onto the galaxies!

Humanity was afflicted by the curse of original sin. Many cosmopolitans believed that their own race was tainted from the onset. This was why humans never found a way to get along with their peaceful and more civilized alien neighbors.

They were no different from barbarians!

Instead of appreciating the many benefits and enrichment of becoming an equal member of a true multiracial galactic community, the human race always yearned for more.

The human race was not satisfied with rising up in the galactic stage through gentle and peaceful measures.

People wanted to attain power quickly, so they gave into their primal urges and resorted to violence to gain what they needed!

This had led to so much horror and brutality that no one could keep track of all of the war crimes anymore.

They deliberately increased the threat posed by the native aliens by arming them with superior human tech and enacting a plan to isolate red humanity!

All of that had changed the lives of human colonists in the new frontier for the worse!

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm Even though certain people such as Ves benefited enormously from entering a medium-energy environment, there was no doubt that the lives of the vast majority of humans had worsened after this dramatic change!

Not only did they lose contact with their family and relatives from the old galaxy, but they had to live in constant fear that the native aliens would pour into human-occupied space and reciprocate the genocides that humanity had wrought onto other races in the past!

Under the threat of these dire nightmare scenarios, no human was in the mood to think about how they merely reaped what they sowed.

Red humanity faced an existential threat! Trillions of recent arrivals were constantly on the verge of losing their homes, their livelihoods and their families because the Terminal Cell deliberately engineered this crisis situation!

When Ves was thinking about all of the harm that these radicals had wrought upon innocent humans, he developed the urge to punch the smug Master Mech Designer in the face.

He didn't even want to hold back the prodigious strength of his true body!

Even though Master Quan doubtlessly sensed Ves' rising fury towards the cosmopolitans, the older man did not take it seriously at all. Every cosmopolitan had so much hate flung in their direction that they had become immune to criticism and recriminations!

No member of their great movement was able to cling to their convictions if they actually paid attention to the ignorant opinions of the unenlightened masses.

Everyone who believed in their cause must remain unwavering in the face of hostility from their own race!

"I can understand why a child who has grown up under the auspices of the Big Two such as yourself finds it difficult to agree with our stances, but you do not have a choice." Master Quan claimed as he continued to convey his words through the spiritual connection. "Red humanity is in a much more dire state than at the start of the Age of Dawn. As I have mentioned before, Operation Night Jazz has almost ruined the original intentions of the Terminal Cell by dramatically increasing the hatred that aliens hold towards our race. Many other cells have stepped up their plans in order to mitigate the damage that the Red Two has caused by slaughtering and humiliating so many alien gods."

"And I am supposed to play an integral part of your insane scheme, is that right?" Ves skeptically responded.

"You are a much more suitable candidate than you think. You are still young, which means that you are still open to other viewpoints. Your humble origins ensure that you are not completely in lockstep with the mechers and the fleeters. Your complicated background and eventful rise has trained your flexibility and adaptability to new and unexpected situations. You also have far more contact with aliens than the average human. Many times, you confronted them in a position of weakness, which made you recognize the futility of human supremacy far in advance. Do you truly think that the Fist of Defiance's Deep Strike Plan can help red humanity grow fast enough to fight the Red Cabal to a standstill? Be honest, Professor Larkinson. What is your judgment?"

It was difficult for Ves to respond with a lie. Spiritual communication was much more direct and intimate than the alternatives.

Just as Ves was able to sense the total conviction and sincerity of Master Quan, the older mech designer should also be sharp enough to do the same.

Ves mentally sighed.

"If I am being completely honest, I think that the Deep Strike Plan is a desperation measure that has less than 10 percent chance of success. It is just that the other plans are worse in my opinion. At least we will be able to remain true to ourselves when we fight the native aliens to the bitter end. The hope is that a change in circumstances in the coming years could dramatically shift the trend of the Red War. The greatest aspiration of this plan is that all of the pressure will lead to the rise of many new god pilots. We can defend our territories so long as long as we manage to raise enough powerhouses."

"You are praying for miracles that will not come, at least not in a high enough frequency." Master Quan retorted. "You should have voted for the Diplomacy Plan. You may not like it, but the Xenotechnician understands the threat posed by an entire galactic community. Your decision to throw your support behind one of the most impulsive and brutish god pilots has pulled us away from the brink of ultimate salvation!"

The mention of a certain Star Designer suddenly caused Ves to dig up an old suspicion.

"Wait. Is the Xenotechnician a part of the Cosmopolitan Movement?"

"...I cannot respond to your inquiry. Even if I do supply you with an answer, you will not believe it. You are still too ignorant of the realities of our flawed civilization. If you wish to become enlightened to the ultimate truths, then cooperate with our plan."

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