The Mech Touch novel Chapter 4825

Chapter 4825 The Final Survivors

Ves assumed a more confident and domineering posture. He had to convey the impression that he

had a 'god' on his side and did not have much restraint towards the idea of sending her out on

another destructive spree. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

Minister Shederin Purnesse made the same conclusions and began to feed a lot of useful advice and

tips on how Ves should approach this conversation.

"Not enough. It is not enough, patriarch." The old man spoke over a private communication channel.

"You need to look and sound more arrogant and vindictive. The pescans are accustomed to bowing

their heads in front of the arrogant nunsers, so our goal is to tap into their old psychological

reflexes. Do not forget that you hold the power of life and death over the remaining survivors. You

need to treat these aliens as if they are already at your mercy."

The foreign minister was correct. Ves needed to fully play into this act in order to lower the chance

that Great Chief Jaharon would act in spite or make any other outrageous moves.

"Do not talk about opening the portal or surrendering the control room first. That will make you

sound desperate and give more leverage to the aliens. Instead, approach this conversation from the

perspective of a leader who already has everything in hand but wants to extract more value out of a

weak race. Ask more questions about the pescans. Make it look as if you are a collector that wants to

survey his wares."

Though that sounded a bit strange to Ves, he quickly made the necessary adjustments.

"Jaharon." He addressed the tired-looking alien directly. "As you can clearly see, your race stood no

chance in defeating my 'goddess' and champion. None of the subordinates you have left can offer

any meaningful resistance against us. While your crimes towards our great human race are great, I

still see value in your people. Not many members of your race are alive anymore. They have become

rare, and everything that is scarce holds greater value than before. I would prefer it if you do not

make an unwise decision and spoil my merchandise."

The alien leader looked meeker and less defiant than before. Just as predicted, Jaharon fell back into

a more subservient aspect of himself when he thought he was facing an overwhelmingly powerful

group of a superior race.

[We ask for living. Too small left. Never ask for fight. Woman god destroyed our big god. No longer

tunnel to distant stars. Death and block is waiting us. We are lost.]

Huh?

Jaharon threw out a lot of information in very little words. Ves had to ask a few more questions and

enlist the aid of Minister Shederin to decipher what the aliens were saying.

Through the confusing but also illuminating words of the pescan leader that had been driven into

despair, Ves and the others managed to puzzle out the alien master plan.

Even if it was not quite accurate or complete, Ves strongly felt that this was the reason for

everything that happened in this abandoned alien facility!

It started from the moment the pescans evacuated into this pocket space in haste.

Just as many people had already guessed, the colonization fleet of the founders of Davute truly

struck too quickly and ferociously for the pescan remnants to evacuate too many individuals and

supplies.

The aliens who barely managed to escape the genocide of their entire race had a miserable time

while reluctantly trying to build a settlement on these floors.

They did not dare to spread out and occupy the rest of the prison because they felt it was too

oppressive and would bring them too far away from their other surviving compatriots.

Although the aliens tried to start up farms and set up water recycling plants, they simply did not

bring enough supplies to sustain their current level of population once they depleted their stockpile

of prepared emergency food containers!

This had a strong psychological effect on the pescans. Not only did many of them lose the prospect

of having children, they might even have to kill off the weakest and most useless survivors among

them in order to ensure the entire population remained sustainable over the long term!

[Dark and death stalk the god prison. No longer cry as crying as died. Anti-home no home for us too

dark and no life. Future is in stars of distant. Must find leave.]

The pescans couldn't stand the thought of living in this ancient prison for the rest of their lives!

It did not matter that it was safe and completely hidden from the humans that had built their new

settlements on top of the former cities of the pescan civilization.

The pescans wanted to live! They wanted to evacuate from the planet by whatever means possible

and take refuge with the aliens who still managed to defend their territories against the relentless

onslaught of the human invaders.

Fortunately, the ancient prison might have become a shadow of its former self, but the pescans who

explored its state managed to gain limited control of it and learn a few pieces of crucial information.

The pescans somehow gained access to a feed to normal space. This enabled them to study the

humans over many years and conclude that breaking out on their own would instantly get them

killed by lots of mechs.

The remnant aliens also figured out how to control certain internal processes such as putting people

in and out of the cells as well as take people directly who were present in the middle of the

Government District of Kotor City!

After a bit more tinkering with the primary control room, the pescans also managed to discover the

greatest secret of this ancient prison.

Its largest and most well-defended cell held a living prisoner!

[The ancient forgotten god bleeds with vengeance and freedom. Dark but sleep, can help break cage

that is wrapping after cooperation. Needed much words to placate god and beg for stomach pass to

distant stars. Too bleed is weak must make you human stabbers turn knifes away.]

"So that is what was going on all of this time!" General Verle managed to deduce the truth. "There

was a phase whale sleeping in the central cell that could break out of the prison and take the pescan

survivors out of human-occupied space. However, the Great Chief Jaharon did not have confidence

Ves started to think on how he could accomplish this. He already had a few ideas.

"I prefer not to kill you all. The prisoners that my men have already taken are too few to sustain a

healthy slave population. If you agree to lay down arms, I can promise you that the other humans

will not exterminate your race. To me, that is a huge waste of value. I am a businessman and a

collector, and I see great value in keeping you in my private zoo."

His words caught the alien off-guard. [Understanding no. Death is scheduled as last god stabbed to

die. Stab killers must tear our meat.]

Ves shook his head.

"No. I will not allow you to die. Do not underestimate my power. I not only have a goddess under my

command, but I am a friend of the Mech Trade Association. You know about the MTA, right? I am

their collaborator, and I have many more privileges than you think. For example, I am allowed to

maintain a private collection of intelligent aliens for my own use. Look at what I have obtained up

until this point."

He activated a second projection that displayed the Dragon's Den. The half-organic, half-mechanical

starship looked so advanced and exotic to the alien great chief that he could not tell how powerful it

was. The pescans had never been a starfaring race so their vision of spacecraft was too limited.

The projection changed to display the interior of the biomes that made the Dragon's Den so valuable

to the Larkinson Clan.

It displayed many different alien forests, plains and other terrain features that provided comfortable

if somewhat limited habitats to many different exobeasts.

The most important biome was the one that housed tens of thousands of members of the pakklaton

race.

After years of captivity, the alien refugees turned test subjects tried to make the most of their new

forest biome. They built huts and settlements in the trees and built up a functional society where the

avian aliens could raise their children in relative peace.

It was not a dignified state of existence, but at least these captured aliens managed to stay alive!

After spending several years in constant fear and after suffering an enormous blow from a powerful

human 'goddess', the few remaining pescans left alive became a lot more willing to seek a more

outcome in their doomed conflict against the invaders of another galaxy!

[Possible speaking confession survival.] Great Chief Jaharon said as his tall body drooped even

further. [Must create pact and sever further knives.]

"You do not have the qualifications to impose demands on us." Ves responded with a smirk as he

maintained his superior act. "I have told you what I seek from your race. It is up to you to accept or

refuse the only offer that will allow you and your fellow survivors to live past this day. Surrender and

live. Resist and die. Choose quickly, because my patience is at a limit."

It only took three more minutes for the transphasic energy shields that shielded the final entrance

to disappear.