A fist slammed against a tabletop.
"These obstinate Lifers! Why are they so stubborn?!"
Professor Benedict Cortez had lost his temper yet again! A dark rage swept over him as his thoughts turned into a more bloody direction.
Yet soon, his rationality reasserted itself. When he thought about how many military biomechs and bioships were blocking any vessels from entering the inner half of the Prosperous Hill System, he felt helpless.
Patriarch Reginald Cross looked upset as well, but he was very clear that he didn' have the power to change the situation.
"The local military garrison already made their stance clear. As much as we want to rescue our stranded people, we cannot overcome over a hundred-thousand spaceborn biomechs."
The Life Research Association may have become engulfed in a civil war, but the professional military had remained steadfastly neutral.
