Him and their stars

Eleanor Bonaparte sounded a little like she was talking to herself. The adjutants and staff next to him looked at each other in confusion, and for a moment they didn't know whether they should continue.

However, after a brief hesitation, the newly appointed combat staff officer still said: "If you are talking about the ones we encountered before, at least it means that they are very good at hiding and difficult to escape. It is indeed possible to cause damage to the New World Highway. Harmful.”

"The most likely one at present is the Black Snake Pirates." The intelligence consultant said: "On January 17 last year, they had an encounter with the Scarlet Throne led by General Yu Lian, which is now the Mars Cook. We have met face to face, and we have also met with our fleet.”

"So, those we were chasing a few days ago were also black snakes?"

The intelligence staff said: "The fighting time was too short and the opponent ran too fast, but this possibility exists."

Eleanor nodded and sneered: "I really didn't expect that our fleet is already so powerful, but we still have to worry about pirates."

"But, this is the reason why the Thirteenth Fleet was established!" Ina said seriously: "So, do you want to carry out a search mission?"

"If it was two months ago, I would really do this. But it is completely different now. Our flight has been delayed for three days. Now we must send the things in the cabin to the Unity Fortress as soon as possible, and then return to the Fortress of Unity as soon as possible. Get back to work."

Now that everything has been said to this point, the tension in the entire fleet has naturally been relieved, and everyone has returned to their respective posts and switched to a relatively relaxed daily work state.

However, the one who felt most at ease was naturally Miss Ina Silika, the chief gunnery officer and security director of the flagship. Anyway, there is no war now, so there is no use for her as a weapons commander. As for daily maintenance and inspection work, there are several deputies responsible for it.

So, she sat on her seat and really took out the dream box.

Sitting on the bridge, Eleanor watched her deputy and friend use the dream box to connect to the personal terminal, log into the stand-alone mode of "Bookbag Fairy", and watch her control the protagonist and a flaming mouse in the game. I wandered around the big map for five minutes and had several unconstructive mob encounters.

For a moment, Eleanor no longer knew whether I was bored or she was bored.

"Those things on the warehouse were asked by Master Grant of the Spiritual Research Society to transport them to the Fortress of Unity. There is also a copy of it that is meant to be given to you." Eleanor said: "It sounds like some high-level spirit. Why don't you get used to the Noble Phantasm?"

"The thing about occult science is to let nature take its course... Anyway, that's what the commander and other masters of the Spiritual Research Society said." Ina said seriously: "My intuition tells me that it is not time to open the treasure box now. when."

Eleanor once again showed a stiff white eye, as if she didn't understand you bunch of psychic bastards at all.

At this time, Ina thought of something inexplicably, so she pressed pause, and then asked: "Speaking of which, sir, what would have happened if we had suffered a loss in the war with the seal people of the Principality of Hyal, or even lost the battle? How's it going?"

Eleanor smiled and said: "It's just friction anyway. We should not die and can continue to perform tasks. And these fleets may also show up today and behave more friendly. Maybe they will come over and invite us to a party." Yes. Let me tell you, the insect dishes of the Bakwe people and the fresh fruit dishes of the Angmang people both taste pretty good."

"...So, Chief Eleanor, will war really happen?"

"Haha, Miss Ina, what you said is like a female college student who was born and raised in the middle class of the earth and has just graduated, and she studied law or media."

"Your metaphor is too elitist. I, a working people who graduated from Pheasant High School, can't understand it." Ina blinked her big red eyes.

"...I think you have read a lot of books recently. But can you understand them? Little JK."

"I couldn't read it, so I just recited a few interesting paragraphs. Most of the time, you can pretend to be a cultured person." She said seriously: "Besides, I am not a JK. I was a social girl for half a year before joining the army. of."

"I can see this too." Eleanor couldn't help but glare at the other party and said: "But in fact, Miss Ina, in essence, the staged changes in war are always easy to give people misunderstandings, but it It’s not over at all. Haha, it’s just that the ordinary citizens of the Milky Way and the Gonggun princes of the earth are destined to be unable to empathize with us, the embryo-killers on the front lines.”

"However, we embryonic killers are also produced from ordinary people. According to that book, they should always be understandable." Ina shook her head and said: "It is nothing more than a matter of time and price."

"...I think you seem to understand?" Eleanor smiled, and then sighed: "Uri is actually a good person in essence. But I, in fact, have nothing to do with the consciousness of ordinary people. Confidence. If it takes enough time and price, I would rather that kid realizes something."

Just like that, the two parties, who were about to start a fight five minutes ago, waved goodbye, as friendly as if they were friends coming home from kindergarten.

Of course they didn't know that an aircraft that was only the size of a small yacht and seemed to be wrapped in transparent glass was hiding in the orbit of the second planet, its outline still obscured by the too brilliant sunlight. It was like a young snake lurking in the cracks of a cave, disguising itself as an earthworm, watching the fleet several astronomical units away leave the galaxy.

Then, the small aircraft began to turn around and accelerate, flying in the direction of another gravity well. The way it cruises at sublight speed is very strange. The entire ship seems to have entered a dimension that does not belong to this space. The transparent outline even appears unnaturally distorted, as if it is about to start a jump.

In just two hours, she had arrived at an unknown gravity well in the orbit of the seventh planet. Judging from the cruising speed alone, she has even surpassed the speed of individual fighters equipped with light wings.

Immediately afterwards, the transparent aircraft was elongated and deformed in the gravity well, and fell into deep space.

A few minutes later, it had arrived at a (physical location) in a galaxy near the New World Highway that had never been officially controlled.

In the asteroid belt on the outskirts of this galaxy, a fleet composed of ships of various types is hiding here for maintenance and rest. Most of these ships have the pirate logo of a skull on the side, but the ships themselves are full of historical vicissitudes, and they are all scarred, and they are only one step away from space junk.

Many people believe that pirates are pirates who roam the prairie. Then these fleets may be a group of old wolves and weak wolves who have been expelled from the wolf pack, hugging each other for warmth.

However, Captain Plank, as the admiral of this pirate fleet, does not feel that he is a fool at all. He said to his adjutant, Miss Fantine: "You have to think about it, this war has been going on for a year. The rest of our colleagues want to hide in the Milky Way, but we are always active on the New World Highway. Next to us, is There are thousands of large and small warships in the empire and the community, but we can still thrive. If this spreads to the Tao, it will be too embarrassing."

"You are indeed very honorable. A year ago, your name on the road was Black Snake, but now it has become Hydra." Miss Fantine said angrily.

"Oh, as expected of me!" Captain Plank held his head high: "Everyone is growing strong!"

"But what a bastard!" Miss Fantine said loudly: "We have lost seven or eight ships. The oldest brothers have also been scattered, and even our flagship is gone."

"...Well, the old brothers have found a new way, we just need to bless them with a smile. As for the ship, the old one will not go, and the new one will not come! Didn't we get a Predator? Is there a fire ship?" Plank shrugged: "Didn't everyone agree? This new ship is called Hydra. With this ship, even if we return to the Abyss Star Field or the Spiral Cross Nebula to develop , even if we encounter Gong Xiao’s main force, we will not show any cowardice!”

"That needs to be repaired! We can't make military ships with homemade equipment. You said that the battle on the front line is so fierce, and the supply channels will be very busy. We only need to grab one or two ships. With a military transport ship, you have nothing to worry about. In the end, you only got the first half of the sentence right, Captain!"

Captain Planck, who looked like a noble prince, put his hand on Miss Fantine's shoulder and showed an elegant, gentle and charming smile: "Don't worry about these details. My dear first mate, We have survived this year, and we will certainly be able to survive in the future, and it will become more and more... ow!"

Without hesitation, Miss Fantine hit the other person's forehead with her hardest forehead bone. The latter immediately squatted down with his head in his hands and let out a wailing sound.

"Didn't you say that you are a snake head? There are still such spiritless snake heads in this world?" The first mate sneered: "You said you would take me to visit your mentors and your colleagues , who formally introduced me to the membership.”

"Well, I also encountered an emergency!" Captain Plank covered his head and raised his head, looking at the other party with tears in his eyes: "I have to listen to the orders sent by the mentors!"

"Didn't you say that your World Serpent is a club organization and has no superior-subordinate relationship? Where did you get the order?"

"Although this is a club organization, I always use the organization's intelligence and equipment... and even the talents cultivated by the organization. When a man walks in the galaxy, he must also pay attention to loyalty." Captain Plank said helplessly: "Okay Okay, okay, as a pirate, talking about moral issues makes people laugh. But even from a practical perspective, the World Serpent is the most powerful backer we can find."