Above the burning alien ship a white mecha hovered, its weapons pointing downwards in case something unexpected came out. After a few minutes passed and no threats came out, confirming the ship's demise, the rider made a call.
"I have visual confirmation. Alien ship #3 has been obliterated, along with all of its residents." Her voice was calm and collected, unlike a person in the middle of a war.
It took only a second for her to receive her orders.
"Good work, Claire. Now that we have made sure that the ship that had attacked the base your grandfather is currently located at is gone, will you join the offensive against the command ship? The Elites coming out are getting harder and harder to control."
Usually, it didn't matter if a soldier was willing to fulfill their orders; refusal wasn't an option. However, Claire was such a valuable asset that no one was stupid enough to try and command her.
