Chapter 6760 Tour Recommendation

When Saint Davia Stark went on a tour, she initially applied to begin her tour on the frontlines of the Terran Alliance.

However, Human High Command rejected her request.

Despite her explosive debut as an ace pilot, the office in charge of managing high-ranking mech pilots thought that she was too green and underdeveloped to fight in the most dangerous battlefields of the Red War.

The Terran Alliance was being hit harder than the other fronts. The native aliens clearly recognized that out of the three colonial alliances, the Terran one was distinctly weaker due to enjoying the protection of only one dedicated god pilot.

The Light of Sol worked hard to do the work of two god pilots by shuttling from star system to star system at the fastest possible speed, but no matter how amazing his mobility may be, he was forced to cover way too much ground.

Not only did the god pilot have to wipe out aliens that invaded the fortified star systems of the Terran Alliance, but he also had to travel to the enemy staging points to delay subsequent invasions.

The god pilot never truly enjoyed a break since the start of the Red War. He destroyed so many alien phasefighters and warships that it should have been enough to break any single alien polity by this time.

Yet the aliens kept throwing in more forces at the frontlines. The natives of the Red Ocean possessed a vast amount of accumulation, so they could afford to take these highly unfavorable trades just to keep the annoying god pilot occupied.

The RF reluctantly helped out by assigning a couple its dreadnoughts to patrol the frontlines, but they were less destructive and easier to avoid. The aliens understood their capabilities a lot better.

In fact, the native aliens implemented other measures to mitigate the losses generated by human god mechs and dreadnoughts.

Combat in the upper zones generally took place between smaller units dispersed over many different locations.

The native aliens did not dare to concentrate their fleets unless they received strong proof that the god mechs and dreadnoughts known to patrol the surrounding regions had shown up in other places.

The humans did not make it easy to predict the movements of their top assets, but the native aliens could afford to make a lot of mistakes so long as they continued to dispatch more forces to the frontlines.

This was why the frontlines were so difficult to hold for red humanity.

The aliens were constantly learning from their mistakes.

What was worse was that they actively learned from the best, which in this case happened to be their human foes!

The native aliens showed more patience when the risk of receiving a visit from a god pilot was high.

They annoyingly broke up their fleets and operated in small squadrons and units. They focused on attaining small goals such as destroying the surrounding infrastructure that was typically present in a developed first-class star system.

The native aliens even diverted their fleets to surrounding star systems in order to raid less strategic star systems.

If the human defenders attempted to follow suit and disperse their forces too much, there was always a risk that the native aliens would suddenly consolidate their units and assault the inadequately defended strongholds!

All of this sounded like an intricate and complicated strategic game to pilots such as Saint Stark.

As powerful as she had become, the ace pilot would be among the first to admit that she was no strategic or tactical mastermind like Saint Commander Casella Ingvar.

Stark understood her strengths best. Her main power was to kill enemies at a distance. She happened to be extremely good at it, but just like her exceptional ace marksman mech, she made heavy sacrifices in other areas in order to pursue such an extreme.

Evidently, HHC treated this as a detriment rather than an advantage. They thought. she needed to widen her horizons and develop a different approach towards combat now that she had become an ace pilot.

"Saints such as yourself are symbols as well as powerful combatants." A liaison from the HHC explained during their first meeting. "Many humans look up to ace pilots such as yourself. They will take inspiration from you and seek to imitate your deeds. Your words have power. Everything you say in public will be scrutinized and obsessed over by millions of humans. Do not take this lightly. We highly advise you to limit your exposure to the public and avoid saying anything that can be misinterpreted or used to encourage misbehavior."

Saint Stark was not happy at being told what to do by a random bureaucrat. She knew that Human High Command was an umbrella organization that consisted of the best military strategists and planners of the Red Three, the first-rate superstates and other major human institutions.

In other words, HHC represented the interests of the bigshots of red humanity! Though the HHC had done well to safeguard the overall state of human civilization in the Red Ocean, Stark could never fully trust its intentions.

The HHC had no qualms about sacrificing lots of humans to the not-so-tender mercies of the native aliens to secure more strategic goals. Its ruthless decision to pull out most of the ace pilots of the Middle Zones would likely result in the demise of a huge number of second-raters in the ensuing months!

Saint Stark wouldn't have agreed to cooperate with the HHC if not for the fact that its decision still made sense.

It was truly important to prevent the Upper Zones from falling in the hands of the native aliens.

Stark just wished that the bigshots wouldn't be so eager to leave the second-raters and third-raters to fend for themselves.

"Our psychological analysis on you has revealed that you are still being affected by deep-seethed traumas and resentments. The liaison spoke in a gentle tone that conveyed genuine sympathy. "The Larkinson Clan has done well to restore your motivation by giving you a new purpose, but what it has not done well is to address your problems. As a saint, these are weaknesses that will become increasingly greater obstacles as you become stronger. You do not want them to fester until they become impenetrable walls that can sabotage all of your attempts to advance to the rank of god pilot. For the sake of your mental health and your future prospects, we would like you to attend therapy sessions. We have the best professionals on hand that have always maintained absolute confidentiality when speaking to saints such as yourself."

Saint Stark's stare conveyed enough of her feelings on the matter. If that was not enough, her aggressive Saint Kingdom caused the entire compartment to grow hotter and less pleasant by the second.

The liaison remained oddly unflappable. His emotions did not even fluctuate the slightest. It was as if he was made to resist the anger of volatile and emotional ace

pilots!

"Since you are less than predisposed to undergo professional therapy, then we would like to offer you an alternative. Before you object, do not be so quick to dismiss this offer. There is a pair of exceptional peak ace pilots who have suffered great traumas of their own. Their suffering and grievances mirror your own. We believe that you should have much in common to talk about when you meet each other in person."

The offer sounded intriguing. As Saint Stark inquired further, she knew that the liaison spoke the truth. The pair of ace pilots had become shaped by the tragedies that pushed them past their breaking points in their earlier years.

The two heroes did not let their nightmares break them as was common to other traumatized mech pilots.

Instead, the two siblings, twins really, persevered and leaned on each other as they gradually processed their traumas and tried to build better lives for themselves. They no doubt relied on the fact that they were not alone for being able to remain strong all of these years. Yet they also demonstrated greater strength and conviction that enabled them to overcome their bottlenecks and continue to grow stronger.

Now, they had reached the threshold that would allow them to become god pilots. If not for the enormity of their emotional baggage, perhaps they would have chosen to step on the road of no return a lot sooner.

Saint Stark envied the pair of sibling saints. No matter how dark their worlds had become, they could always rely on the light of their closest blood relative.

Stark did not have a shoulder to lean upon. Not really.

The Larkinson Clan offered to be that shoulder.

The saint had to admit that the Larkinsons were truly deserving of people's trust. They

were a trustworthy, honorable and valued family over greed.

Yet Stark was too broken to agree to join this clan. She would only drag down the optimistic Larkinsons and embroil them in her own problems.

Besides, their patriarch was a very different kind of Larkinson. His leadership had led the clan to prosperity, but he was also a man defined by his scars. Stark understood what the HHC aimed for when the liaison presented her offer. The bigshots wanted to mix Saint Stark with ace pilots that had suffered the same kind of injustices but managed to persevere long enough to heal their own wounds. Though Stark did not really think it was the best decision to move to the Rubarthan frontlines, her interest in the pair of siblings had grown too strong.

She had to meet them. She had to learn how they had come to terms with their

traumas.

"I will do it." Davia Stark declared. "I will fight alongside the twins."

"You have made the right decision." The liaison smiled in satisfaction. "The Rubarthans will welcome your arrival. The twins are always happy to mentor up-and-coming

saints such as yourself."

The HIIC made the arrangements immediately. In fact, the people working for the umbrella organization already made a few preparations in advance as they already predicted that there was a high probability that Saint Stark would accept the

suggestion to fight alongside the twin saints.

The liaison continued to talk with the ace pilot without showing any sense of inferiority or superiority.

"The Rubarthan frontlines are less intensive, but that does not mean that you should

lower your guard." The bureaucrat advised. "The Red Cabal has appointed several leaders to the front. Each of them harbor their own ambitions. They cannot advance

thair station and ranutation if all the can do is to maintain the statue aus. The native

aliens are still able to transfer enough troops and warships to the Rubarthan front to make life difficult for the defenders."

"I understand. What else do I need to know about fighting on the Rubarthan front?"

"Battles are relatively less intensive in the Rubarthan Pact, so take advantage of that to experiment and develop your new capabilities." The liaison earnestly advised. "You will not be able to enjoy this opportunity for long. When the Red War has reached the next stage, the enemy will punish you much more severely for every mistake you make. We have high expectations for you. We have a growing need for your exceptional firepower to push back the phase leaders of the alien races. For now, you are still new

to your Saint Kingdom, but we hope that you will develop the means to use its strengths effectively in your future deployments."

"I have every intention to do so." Saint Stark said,

"Ah, in your case, we do not fear that you will cease to work on improving your firepower and marksmanship. We are instead concerned about your imbalance approach towards your development. Your new mentors should be able to offer you guidance on the responsibilities of a saint. You are more than a soldier now. You are a symbol and a role model to the troops. You are a leader whose words can lift their morale and terrify your enemies at the same time. Do not disregard these possibilities. You will need to leverage every advantage at your disposal to save our civilization

from extinction."

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