Time progressed. Now that the Rubarthans had gathered lots of data and completed their analysis, they began to make targeted adjustments in order to better meet the incoming enemies. The Rubarthan high command did not hide its terrible conclusions. Information began to spread among the ranks, causing numerous soldiers to develop a whole new level of fear towards the so-called Class I Voribug Organic Battle Moon!
When Ves regained control over his true body, he tried to make the most of the remaining time. The Goliath Hive no longer hung back any longer. Now that the Rubarthan defenders exposed the true capabilities of the Incubator, the mutated voribugs had begun to advance towards the main planet that still remained in human hands.
When Ves returned to the Tarrasque, Jovy Armalon immediately sought him out in order to hold a private meeting. "What is it now, Jovy? There is not much time before the decisive battle happens. I need to use every minute to upgrade my gear and figure out a way to undermine the Incubator. I can't let the mutated voribugs get away with killing two of my giants. We at least need to inflict a heavy blow onto the aliens. So what did you bring this time?"
His friend gestured for Ves to calm down. "I have good news and bad news for you. What would you like to hear first?"
"Let's get the bad news out of the way."
"Very well, Ves. I can tell you that no more reinforcements are forthcoming. The frontlines of the Rubarthan Pact are already strained. All of the mercenaries and private forces that can be mobilized at this time are either committed, ruined or too far away to reach the Philaster Crestia System in time. High-ranking mech pilots are especially in short supply. Outside of the Bluejay Fleet which is operating under your purview, the RA and the RF have withdrawn all military assets from Rubarthan space. This is the price of freedom. Since the Rubarthans are so eager to forge an independent sun empire, they must have the ability to defend their territory against all aggressors."
"What if... they aren't able to hold their borders?" Ves tentatively asked.
The tension in the compartment grew. The consequences of failure were too great. While the fall of the Philaster Crestia System alone would not trigger a domino effect, its fall at this stage of the Voribug War definitely made it harder to hold onto the surrounding sun systems.
The Red War already taught red humanity that every location needed to be fought over. A failure in one star system could easily compromise the defensive efforts of dozens of surrounding star systems. While Ves was not a grand strategist, he had spent enough time on this front to learn that the Rubarthans struggled to build up their defenses. They previously did not prioritize this front. It had also been a lot easier for them to resist past alien incursions by relying on the forces of the Red Association and the Red Fleet.
Now that the voribugs sought to launch a full-scale offensive at the same time the mechers and the fleeters withdrew from the Rubarthan Pact, defenses that previously looked adequate had now turned into glaring holes! The timing of the Day of Pestilence was awful. If the mutated voribugs bided their time for a year, then the Rubarthans could have established multiple layers of defensive fortifications. At that time, even if the enemy managed to conquer the Philaster Crestia System, the mutated voribugs would not be able to take advantage of this victory to break into the Rubarthan Pact's core territories.
In short, the longer the Rubarthans could hold onto this star system, the better. It was not necessary to fend off the voribugs entirely, just delay them long enough for subsequent arrangements to realize their gains. The Cybernetic Empire had little choice but to send a substantial amount of forces to the Rubarthan front. The nature of the mutated voribugs posed too much of a threat to red humanity. Letting them snowball by devouring one territory after another was an awful idea. The best way to win the Voribug War was to block their invasion right from the start.
As much as Ves disliked the Polymath, he never questioned her logic and intelligence. A control freak like her would never allow an uncontrolled variable like the mutated voribugs run wild and escalate into a galactic exterminator!
Ves and Jovy continued to chat about the threat posed by the Goliath Hive and the mutated voribugs. While the Goliaths attracted a lot of attention due to their size, the other hives were no pushovers. They relied on their own advantages to present new challenges to their enemies.
However, Ves was already so preoccupied with figuring out how to counter the Goliaths that he had little energy to spare on other issues. He may have become a tier 2 galactic citizen, but even he couldn't figure out how to defeat a single hive, let alone all 6 of them. Their diversity and evolution speeds were too great. "The mutated voribugs are a young race, though it is also clear that they possess an extensive background. Their history remains unclear. We cannot take them too lightly."
"I agree." Jovy responded. "In an ideal universe, both humans and native aliens would negotiate a cease fire just so that we could all attack and eradicate the mutated voribugs. We do not live in such a reality. We live in a universe where powerful alien civilizations can easily decide to wipe us all out if we just look at them wrong."
Ves frowned. Enough time had passed for the voribug invasion to inflict serious damage, especially in the space occupied by the native aliens. Although red humans had difficulty keeping track of the latest developments of the voribug invasion in alien space, what rumors and intelligence that Ves managed to get his hands upon made it clear that the war was not going well outside of human-occupied space!
The native aliens that previously waged a righteous war against red humanity now fell victim to the same kind of mass invasion! The mutated voribugs proved to be just as unreasonable as the native aliens when they targeted the human race. Ves found it profoundly ironic that the intelligent races gathered under the banner of the Red Cabal suffered an unprovoked invasion that was already responsible for the deaths of trillions of sentient beings.
This was not necessarily a good development. Even if the Rubarthans no longer sustained as many attacks from the native alien races, the rapidly expanding voribugs simply took their place and continued to press into the Rubarthan Pact's territories! "To be honest, we are afraid that the native aliens will continue to remain so divided and distracted by petty egos that they will fail to unite around a single threat." Jovy shared his opinions to Ves. "This is why negotiating an alliance with any native alien race is of paramount importance. I am aware that you have feelings about it, but the native aliens are in the same predicament as us. The sooner they wake up and realize the grave threat posed by the mutated voribugs, the better."


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