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Chapter 72 - Chapter 72: Titans on the Horizon

The Scythe moved through the blackened void, its engines pulsing with a soft hum, just another small speck in the vastness of space. General Telmar stared out of the observation deck, his thoughts lost in the expanse before him. The battle had been a nightmare, the CMC fleet battered, but it wasn't over yet. StellarForge's promise of the new Titans—their most powerful mechs—was the only hope for turning the tide.

In the command center, the mood was tense. Despite the tactical withdrawal, despite the imminent reinforcements, the reality was undeniable: the CMC was on the back foot. The UOP had gained the upper hand, and if they were to lose these next few skirmishes, the entire sector would fall into their hands. Telmar could not allow that.

"General," Lieutenant Rhael's voice broke through his thoughts. She stood behind him, her eyes locked on the status board as she reviewed incoming data. "We're picking up a transmission. It's from StellarForge."

Telmar straightened, a spark of hope kindling in his chest. He'd been waiting for this. He nodded for Rhael to open the channel.

"StellarForge command, this is General Telmar of the CMC. We're in dire need of reinforcements. The UOP is pushing us back harder than we anticipated," Telmar's voice was direct, yet tinged with the urgency of their situation.

There was a pause before a voice crackled over the comm. It was the CEO of StellarForge himself, Loris. "General, I understand your position, but we cannot afford to make hasty decisions. The Titans you've requested are currently being prepped. They'll be ready for deployment in six hours."

Telmar gritted his teeth. Six hours was far too long, but he had no choice. "Understood. Make it as fast as possible. We'll hold the line until then. Do not let us down, Loris."

"We won't," Loris replied curtly. "The Titans will be your salvation, General. We trust you will use them wisely."

With that, the transmission ended. Telmar turned to face his officers. "We have six hours," he said, his voice low but filled with iron determination. "We hold until then. We strike back with everything we have. Let the UOP think they have won, but when those Titans land, we will show them true power."

[StellarForge's Secret]

Meanwhile, on the StellarForge manufacturing station, deep within the heart of their mech production facility, the engineers were working around the clock. The new Titans were unlike anything the galaxy had ever seen. Massive, imposing, with reinforced armor plating that could withstand direct hits from the heaviest weapons. Their cores were powered by rare sources—dark matter and anti-matter hybrid reactors—capable of generating the kind of energy needed to fuel their devastating arsenal.

Inside the mech bays, the towering silhouettes of the Titans stood like gods in the making, their frames still encased in protective scaffolding as the finishing touches were applied. But for all their power, these mechs were far from simple. The new designs came with intricate stealth tech, advanced neural interfaces, and self-healing nanotechnology that could repair the mechs during battle.

"We're nearly there," said one of the lead engineers, a middle-aged woman named Vasha. She wiped the sweat from her brow as she inspected the final components. "This model's going to change the game."

Her colleague, Jarek, nodded as he worked on calibrating the core systems. "Telmar won't know what hit him."

[The Countdown Begins]

Back on the Scythe, General Telmar convened a war council in the command center. The officers and tacticians were gathered around a large holographic table, analyzing the latest intelligence reports. The UOP was in full pursuit, and their forces were growing. They couldn't afford to wait much longer.

"We have to prepare for the worst," Telmar said, his eyes scanning the room. "The UOP knows we're vulnerable now. They'll strike at us with everything they have. But when the Titans arrive, we will crush them. This is our last chance."

Lieutenant Rhael leaned in. "Sir, we've already lost a substantial portion of our fleet. If we don't get those Titans here soon, we might not have enough left to defend ourselves."

Telmar's jaw clenched, his mind working through the options. "We don't retreat. We don't give them a single inch. When those Titans land, we will give them a welcome they will never forget."

[The Arrival of the Titans]

Six hours later, the CMC fleet was barely holding its position. A small, battered defense perimeter had been set up around their most critical ships. Every officer, every soldier, was on edge, waiting for the storm to break. Then, through the comms came a message:

"General, incoming fleet. It's StellarForge—they're here."

Telmar's heart skipped a beat. He immediately ordered all defensive systems to be prepared.

Outside, the void darkened as the Titans dropped from the stars. Huge, majestic, and terrifying, the massive mechs soared through space, their thrusters glowing bright against the blackness. One by one, they arrived in the CMC's formation, their metallic forms gleaming under the stars.

As they landed, massive shockwaves rippled through the nearby space station. The ground shook as the Titans deployed, their feet slamming onto the ground with an impact that shook the entire fleet.

"Let's show the UOP what real power is," Telmar said grimly. The battle was about to take a new turn.