Red Dragon Spaceship Awakening: I Gain Alien Abilities on Mars-Chapter 230: Remote Control and Fire

"I can do something... if..."

That was what Torvan replied with after Tatehan had finished narrating his current situation.

Tatehan stood there, his armored hand gripping the phone, his visor reflecting the chaotic scene around him as fighters continued to load salvaged weapons into transports and secure prisoners. Bjorn was nearby, overseeing the operation with his usual commanding presence, but Tatehan’s focus was entirely on the conversation he was having with Torvan.

"If what?" Tatehan asked, his tone urgent. "We need to move these mechs, Torvan. They’re too valuable to leave behind, and we don’t have the equipment here to transport them."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Tatehan could almost hear the gears turning in Torvan’s head, the man’s mind already working through possibilities, calculating variables and running through scenarios.

’Yeah, I know you think like a genius, far better than me even, and you run better scenarios in your mind, but he quick about it.’ Tatehan thought.

"If you can give me access to their internal systems," Torvan said finally, his voice with something that sounded almost like excitement. "If you can get me the right codes and disable their anti-intrusion protocols, I can hack into them remotely. Take control of their operating systems and make them move on their own."

’Make them move on their own?’

Tatehan blinked behind his visor, momentarily stunned by what he had just heard. "You can hack into them? From all the way back at the base?"

"Yeah," Torvan confirmed. "I’ve got the equipment here. High-frequency transmitters, signal boosters and all this stuff you won’t understand lol. I can interface with their systems as long as you give me the access I need. But I’m going to need you to do some legwork on your end first."

Tatehan’s mind was already doing wonders, processing what Torvan was asking for. The guy was not only able to build tech but also do some serious hacking. And if hacking into military-grade mechs remotely qualified as "some bit," then Tatehan was honestly impressed beyond words. This was the kind of thing that sounded impossible, the kind of operation that should have required specialized equipment, a team of engineers, and probably weeks of preparation.

But Torvan was talking about doing it right now, in the middle of a battlefield, with nothing but the tools he had back at his workshop and Tatehan’s cooperation on the ground.

He hadn’t even been prepared earlier, it hadn’t taken him a week to think about, he just kinda came up with something on the fly.

Kinda like he improvised.

"Alright," Tatehan said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through him. "What do you need me to do?"

Torvan’s instructions came quickly, his tone shifting into something more technical and more focused. Like he was some different guy.

"First, you need to get inside one of the mechs. Find the main control panel,it should be in the cockpit or near the central processing unit. There’s going to be a series of identification codes displayed on the interface. Read them out to me, exactly as they appear. No mistakes."

Tatehan was already moving, jogging toward the humanoid mech that was still standing dormant in the back of the base.

He remembered doing something similar like this when he repaired the spaceship manually back at the Spaceship. He had did some bit of manual repairs ( many hours), so he had some experience.

Especially in talking instructions.

Now he climbed up the side of the machine, his armored hands finding purchase on the plating, and he hauled himself into the cockpit. The interior was cramped, filled with panels and displays that glowed faintly. Tatehan scanned the interface until he found what Torvan was talking about.

A string of alphanumeric codes, displayed in bright green text on a central screen.

"Got it," Tatehan said, and he began reading them out, his voice clear and audible:

"Alpha-Seven-Nine-Delta-Niner-Kilo..."

Torvan repeated each code back to him, confirming the sequence, and Tatehan could hear the sound of typing on the other end of the line, the rapid clicking of keys as Torvan fed the information into whatever system he was using.

"Good," Torvan said after a moment. "Now, look for a panel on the left side of the cockpit. It should have a series of colored wires running through it. You’re looking for the blue ones. There should be three of them, bundled together." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Tatehan found the panel, pried it open with his armored fingers, and peered inside. The wires were exactly where Torvan had said they would be, their insulation bright blue against the darker tangle of red and yellow cables.

That made him wonder how Torvan knew that. Perhaps by models? Or it was norms in all standard mechs?

"I see them," Tatehan confirmed.

"Cut them," Torvan said. "All three. Those are the anti-intrusion safeguards. They’re designed to prevent remote access to the mech’s systems. If you don’t cut them, I won’t be able to get in."

Tatehan did not hesitate. He summoned his sword from his inventory, reached into the panel, and sliced through the blue wires one by one. Each cut sent a faint spark flying, and the displays in the cockpit flickered for a moment before stabilizing.

"Done," Tatehan said, unsummoning the sword back to his inventory.

"Perfect," Torvan replied, and Tatehan could hear the grin in his voice. "Alright, give me a minute. I’m sending the intrusion protocol now."

There was a long pause, and Tatehan stood there in the cockpit, his heart pounding, his mind still trying to process the fact that this was actually working. He glanced out through the mech’s viewport, watching as fighters continued to load equipment and secure the area, and then he heard Torvan’s voice crackle back through the phone.

"I’m in," Torvan said, his tone triumphant. "I’ve got full control. You’re going to want to get into the larger mech now, the humanoid one. I’ll pilot it remotely. The spider mech too, if you want, but the humanoid is the priority."

Tatehan grinned beneath his helmet. "You’re a genius, Torvan."

"I know," Torvan agreed. "Now get moving. I’m booting up the systems."

Tatehan climbed out of the cockpit and jogged over to where Bjorn was standing, his massive frame silhouetted against the Martian sky. He tapped the Viking on the shoulder, and Bjorn turned to look at him.

"We’re good," Tatehan said. "Torvan’s hacking into the mechs. He’s going to control them remotely and fly them back to Waython Hollow."

Bjorn’s eyebrows rose beneath his helmet. "He can do that?"

"Apparently," Tatehan said, still slightly in disbelief himself. "We need to finish evacuating this place, though. Once the mechs are airborne, we blow the bases."

Bjorn nodded, his expression shifting into something more serious than it already was. "Aye. Let’s do it."

He turned and raised his voice, shouting orders to the assembled fighters. "Empty the bases! Take everything that’s not nailed down! We’re blowing this place in five minutes!"

The fighters moved quickly, their pace accelerating as they hauled the last of the equipment out of the structures and loaded it onto the transports. The bases were stripped clean now, every weapon, every piece of ammunition, every useful item taken away, leaving only empty shells behind.

Tatehan climbed into the cockpit of the larger humanoid mech, settling into the pilot’s seat even though he would not be the one controlling it. The interior hummed to life around him, the displays lighting up, the systems booting under Torvan’s remote command.

And then, with a low, mechanical groan, the mech began to move.

It stood, its massive legs straightening, its arms hanging at its sides, and Tatehan felt the entire frame shift beneath him as Torvan tested the controls. The movement was smooth, precise and far more coordinated than Tatehan had expected for a remotely piloted machine.

"How’s it feel?" Torvan’s voice crackled through the comm.

"Feels good," Tatehan replied, grinning. "You’ve got this thing moving like it’s on autopilot."

"Because it is," Torvan said. "Alright, hold on. I’m activating the flight systems."

The mech’s back opened, panels sliding aside to reveal thrusters that ignited with a roar of energy. Tatehan felt the sudden lurch as the machine lifted off the ground, its feet leaving the dirt, and then it was airborne, rising steadily into the Martian sky.

The spider mech followed a moment later, its thrusters flaring as it took to the air beside the humanoid unit.

Bjorn stood on the ground below, watching as the two mechs ascended, and then he turned to the assembled fighters and shouted, "Now! Blow it!"

The fighters moved quickly, planting charges around the perimeter of the bases, setting timers, and then retreating to a safe distance. The transports lifted off, their engines roaring as they climbed into the sky, and the last of the ground forces scrambled onto the remaining Skyblades.

And then the charges detonated.

BOOM!

The explosion was massive, a rolling wave of fire and force that consumed both bases in an instant. The structures collapsed inward, their walls crumbling, their foundations shattered, and the flames rose high into the sky, painting the battlefield in shades of orange and red.

Tatehan watched from the cockpit of the mech as it soared away, the explosion shrinking behind him, the heat and light fading into the distance.

He spoke softly to himself, his voice barely audible over the hum of the mech’s systems.

"What a lovely sight. Stunning."

And then he turned his gaze forward, toward Waython Hollow, and the mech flew on.