The speed of the Special Operations Squad's battleship had clearly surpassed the speed of light, yet it caused no massive spatial distortions or violent fluctuations.
The surrounding space remained perfectly stable, as though the battleship was gliding through an invisible corridor.
Suddenly, a sharp warning echoed throughout the vessel.
"Warning!"
"Unknown Human Race battleship detected. State your identity immediately!"
"You have five seconds."
"Five!"
"Four!"
"Three!"
...
Everyone aboard the battleship froze for a moment.
The sudden warning came without any prior notice, causing even the experienced mercenaries to tense up.
Fortunately, Kaman reacted quickly.
Without the slightest hesitation, he pressed the communicator behind his ear.
"Cyber 2X-1077, Second-Class Citizen, Philo Kaman."
"Currently executing Mercenary Company Mission XB-1-8156-H."
"Kaman Squad has successfully completed the mission and is requesting permission to return."
