The archecruiser was a decidedly inhuman warship.
Its interior layout did not conform to that of human standards. The ceiling was a little too low and it lacked many of the amenities that humans found commonplace in other starships, including that of other major alien races.
The air mixture was filled with exotic particulates that could wreck a baseline human’s lungs long before he could choke to death.
The temperature fell considerably outside of that same human’s comfort zone.
Even the light levels were decidedly a little too bright to the point where a person could be blinded if they looked at a reflective surface for too long!
Then there was the architecture. The interior of the archecruiser was a lot more confining than people were comfortable with. Despite the relatively large size of her hull, a greater proportion of her hull consisted of solid archemetal.
It was as if the arche tried their best to emulate the solidity and the sheer functionality of their own archeshells but at a much larger scale!
There were many implications to this architectural approach. For one, sensor systems and other means of detection could not penetrate very far before encountering successive layers of interference and blockages.
The human boarding troops also found it incredibly difficult and time-consuming to breach their way past solid bulkheads and locked gates.
Furthermore, the interior of the vessel also created an invisible atmosphere that the boarding troops found oppressive.
The further they entered the belly of this alien archemetal beast, the more they felt removed from everything they found human and familiar.
Strange sights that appeared to be decorative pressed on the psyches of the soldiers more and more.
For example, one troop passed by a memorial of sorts that mounted a collection of exquisite archeshells.
The arche mounted them in an upright chevron shape while also placing offerings on the altar before them. These sacrifices disturbed the passing human soldiers, because the ones doing the honoring had literally sliced a piece of their own archeshells, which were still stained by their own alien blood!
According to what they knew about the arche, they prized their shells above their own lives, so the act of cutting a piece of their own pride must have been as sickening as a man cutting off a piece of his own manhood!
Still, despite how much the invading troopers felt disturbed by their surroundings, they resolutely shoved their concerns and fears to the side and focused on their respective missions.
They were all soldiers. Each of them had a responsibility to do their duty. Their training already accounted for situations like these. If they faltered in the face of the unfamiliar, they would not only disappoint their superiors, but also their comrades and themselves.
That was not acceptable.
Among the hundreds or so human troopers that had set on inside the immobilized archecruiser so far, no unit performed better than the heavily armed and armored Apocalypse Wardens.
Despite their relatively slow advancement speed, their strength was so formidable that the arche soldiers found it impossible to impede their march!
When the Apocalypse Wardens came across another guarded funnel, they wrecked the fixed defenses from afar while demolishing the ’archeshell line’ that the resident aliens often resorted to in battle.
When the elite collie footsoldiers faced a closed gate that the arche had hastily reinforced with additional archemetal debris, the Apocalypse Wardens came close and struck at the obstructions with their superdimensional hammers!
The extraordinary materials inflicted kinetic blows that literally destroyed the transphasic effects that made the archemetal so abnormally tough!
Together with the use of sharp superdimensional implements, the Apocalypse Warden squad only got delayed by a minute or so before they reached the next compartment.
Their progress only started to slow when they encountered the more elite and better-equipped arche defenders.
If the arche soldiers stationed close to the exterior of the hull comprised of cannon fodder that the alien leaders had already written off, then the ones stationed close to or inside the citadel consisted of the true mainstays of the arche race!
Their shells were all bright, colorful and beautiful at first sight. Even the lowest-ranking soldier possessed an archeshell of such quality that he could have been an officer of a typical archefrigate.
Yet instead of following the alien version of an officer track, these elites dedicated themselves to personal or infantry-scale combat. Their archeshells all followed one of multiple different standard development tracks.
While their degree of uniqueness and individualism was much lower, the advantage was that multiple arche with the same type of archeshells could combine their forces more easily, thereby producing much greater results than if they fought as separate individuals!
Not that this made too much of a difference. The Apocalypse Wardens had already consumed a significant amount of resources up to this point, but they still possessed plenty of power to eradicate these tougher enemies!
The Apocalypse Wardens no longer leisurely opened fire with their integrated ranged armaments. Their reserves had run low, so it was better to save them for emergencies.
Their advance abruptly sped up, as if their previous plodding pace had been an illusion!
In fact, these troops could have advanced faster, but doing so significantly raised their energy consumption.
They not only had to activate a module that reduced the force of gravity acting upon their superdimensional combat armor, also channel a significant amount of energy into boosters that could speed them up and allow them to maneuver a lot more nimbly than they should!
This abrupt change in tactics completely caught the defending elite arche soldiers off-guard. They had seemingly learned their lesson and no longer congregated into one big line that could serve as an easy target.
"DEATH BEFORE RUINATION!"
"RUINATION BEFORE DEATH!"
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