When the Amaranto Mark III fired her shot, she did not simply launch an attack.
She had become the totem to which all of the red humans in the combined fleet placed their hopes upon.
The powerful ace marksman mech and her impressive luminar crystal rifle had taken on a greater meaning.
Since the Larkinsons and their friends and allies entered the Hypeh-Tekas System, they had constantly endured the darkness and the malaise of the deathborn's machinations.
This strange new incorporeal race had extended their influence all the way from M87. Their motivations were not a mystery.
Their origin was death.
Their touch was death.
Their goal was death.
The very existence of this parasitic race threatened all sentient life forms that inhabited the Red Ocean!
