Deep beneath the surface of the Galaxy Order's main military facility, the hum of powerful machines reverberated through the colossal underground halls. A labyrinth of highly-secured corridors led to the heart of the facility, where the Order's finest assets were stored: an army of 20,000 mechs, each more advanced and lethal than the last. These were not the run-of-the-mill models found on the frontlines of war but the top-tier mechs—Titan-class behemoths, designed for sheer destruction and tactical supremacy.
At the center of this awe-inspiring arsenal was General Haldor Solis, a battle-hardened leader known for his ruthless efficiency and strategic brilliance. The tall, imposing man stood at the edge of a vast hangar, watching as engineers and military technicians scurried about, preparing the mechs for their next mission. The light from hundreds of overhead panels illuminated the cold, metallic surfaces of the mechs, casting long shadows across the expansive floor.
General Solis had long been a member of the Galaxy Order's military elite, and his presence in the facility was not without reason. The Galaxy Order, though not yet involved in the ongoing conflict between the UOP and the CMC, had prepared for any eventuality. Their massive war machines, their technological edge, and their fleets were more than capable of shifting the balance of power.
The hangar was divided into multiple sections, each containing hundreds of mechs at various stages of readiness. Some were in the final stages of repair, their hulls gleaming under the bright lights as mechanics performed last-minute calibrations. Others stood in pristine condition, ready to be deployed at a moment's notice. The centerpiece of the hangar was a line of Titan-class mechs, each standing over 15 meters tall, with devastating arsenals that included railguns, energy shields, and an array of plasma-based weapons. These were the machines that could obliterate entire battalions in the blink of an eye, and they were ready to be unleashed when the time was right.
"General Solis," a voice called out, pulling him from his contemplative stare. It was Colonel Lyra Kessler, his second-in-command. Her uniform was immaculate, the insignia of the Galaxy Order gleaming on her chest. Her face, however, was serious, etched with the kind of determination that only came from years of service.
"Colonel," Solis acknowledged with a curt nod, never taking his eyes off the mechs. "Is everything in place?"
"Yes, sir," she replied, her voice unwavering. "The entire fleet is operational. We have over 20,000 mechs at our disposal, including the newly developed Titan-Class models. The engineers are just finishing the final adjustments on the main force. We are ready to deploy at your command."
Solis turned to face her, his expression unreadable. "Ready for what?"
"We've been receiving reports, sir," Kessler said, glancing down at the datapad in her hand. "The UOP's recent successes are alarming. They've been pushing back the CMC, and the mercenaries under Dominic's leadership have made significant strides. There is speculation that if the war continues to escalate, they could break through CMC's defenses. We're beginning to see cracks form in their hold over the sector."
Solis's eyes narrowed. "I've seen the reports. The mercenaries are becoming a thorn in the side of the CMC. But we're not involved in this war—not yet."
Kessler stepped forward, her voice taking on a more urgent tone. "Sir, the UOP could destabilize the balance of power if they gain too much ground. If they win this war, they could disrupt our control over the galactic economy. We've already seen their influence spreading. The CMC is faltering, and if they fall, we'll be next in line for their attention."
Solis paused, considering her words carefully. The Galaxy Order had always been a neutral force, preferring diplomacy over open conflict. But neutrality had its limits. The sheer scale of the war—and the possibility of a rising superpower like the UOP—could not be ignored for much longer. The Order had already begun preparing for the worst, stockpiling mechs, resources, and technology to maintain its edge.
"We will wait," he said finally, his voice calm but firm. "We are not rushing into this. We'll monitor the situation closely. If the UOP continues its rise, we'll intervene. But only when it becomes necessary. The mechs are here for deterrence, not for the first strike."
The tension in Kessler's posture relaxed slightly, but her concern was still evident. "And the mercenaries? Dominic's group… they're not just soldiers—they're innovators. We can't underestimate them."
Solis turned back toward the mechs, his gaze scanning the massive machines. "I've been in this game long enough to know that true power isn't just about raw strength. It's about control, timing, and patience. The mercenaries might be skilled pilots, but they can't sustain a long-term campaign without the backing of an empire. They're opportunists. The CMC might have pushed them to the edge, but they will falter. And when they do, we'll be ready."
Kessler nodded, but Solis could tell she wasn't entirely convinced. He had a deep respect for his second-in-command, and though he knew her concerns were valid, he also understood that the Galaxy Order had always succeeded because of its cautious approach. It was the long game they played, one where patience and information were far more valuable than immediate action.
"Ensure the mechs are fully operational," Solis said, his tone final. "We don't know what will happen next, but I want every unit at peak readiness. If we need to intervene, we will do so with overwhelming force."
"Yes, sir," Kessler replied, turning to leave.
As she walked away, Solis stood alone in the massive hangar, the rows of mechs looming around him. His mind raced with the possibilities of what was to come. The UOP's growing power, the mercenaries' influence, and the shifting tides of the galaxy all pointed toward a larger conflict. The Galaxy Order had no desire to fight in this war—but if it came to that, it would not hesitate to unleash its full might. And with the largest fleet of Titan-class mechs at their disposal, the galaxy would come to fear the Order's decisive intervention.
In the shadows of the hangar, the metallic giants stood waiting, their weapons primed for action.