Star Wars: The Silver Pledge

The destination of the flight is [Kun], the capital planet of the Qian galaxy.

According to the data, this planet is the birthplace of civilization in the dry galaxy, with about one-third of the population of the entire galaxy. The headquarters of the Qiankun Group is located in the "Sky Dome" space station outside the planet's atmosphere, overlooking all living beings from a high position.

The passenger ship jumped out of hyperspace, and Sean saw through the porthole the huge dome that looked magnificent even from space.

It is shaped like a disk, but the thinnest part is hundreds of meters thick. The huge disk hides countless unknown secrets of the Qiankun Group.

And looking from directly above, you can see a scorching sun with an astonishingly large area drawn in the middle of the circular dome.

Xiao En was about to open his mouth to discuss the technical and aesthetic issues of Qiankun Group with his master, when he suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes.

In my mind, a round of blazing sun was burning, as if it was going to burn up everything in the world, the universe and stars seemed to disappear under the crowding of this light and heat!

The hallucination only appeared for a moment, Xiao En swayed, and found that the sun in his mind had disappeared, leaving only a scorching sun pattern with a round outline.

This pattern seemed familiar, but before Xiao En could think about it, Master asked, "What's wrong? You don't look very good."

"I just had a hallucination for a moment."

Xiao En didn't hide anything from Master. He explained in detail what he had seen for a while, and then drew the pattern of the scorching sun that remained in his mind in detail. , It seems to be inextricably linked with the pattern on the space station on the dome of the sky.

Mostima was silent, and said after a while: "This is the revelation of the Force to you, you must keep it in your heart, but don't be obsessed with it."

"yes."

Sean immediately put aside all the speculations that had been sketched in his mind.

Revelation of the Force is not uncommon for the Jedi. Those masters who are integrated with the Force can rely on the ubiquitous Force to sense the dangers happening in the distance, gain enlightenment from clues, and even see the future to a limited extent.

But for apprentices who are still far from mature, the revelation of the Force is often vague, and if they make judgments based on subjective assumptions, it may be counterproductive.

"Master, did we come directly to [Kun] this time because you suspect that the murderer is at the top of the board of directors?"

Mostima said: "Obviously, according to common sense, the senior members of the board of directors of Tangtang Qiankun Group will not easily die at the hands of outsiders."

Sean put down his communication ring, installed the charging adapter provided by the passenger ship, connected to the intranet [Xiahe Net] of the dry galaxy, and browsed all the recent news. However, from special topics to newsletters, there was no news that mentioned Nan He Li's death.

However, the lack of news itself is also a kind of intelligence, which is enough to verify the guess of the Jedi Master.

"The dominance of the Qiankun Group is stronger than what is shown in the data." Mostima stood behind Sean, browsing the same information with him, and concluded, "At least they can completely purify the galaxy intranet."

Sean smiled: "Jamie Brason can do it too."

Mostima said: "The only thing he can block is a dry planetary intranet."

Hearing the word dry, Sean couldn't help but nodded.

Bergamore's network is extremely monotonous and boring, except for the president's old face that has been infinitely beautified, the same speeches, and the flattery of the crowd around him, there is almost nothing else to see.

But the internal network of the dry galaxy is quite different. Although politically sensitive content will still be filtered, there are various program channels other than that, ranging from the local culture of the dry galaxy to various cutting-edge science and technology, Even all kinds of gossip and gossip about the Galactic Republic can be described as everything.

Not to mention the population size and wealth of the dry galaxy are far from comparable to those of Bergamoor. If you want to block the network here, you need an absolutely powerful ruling ability.

"So, in such a developed and orderly galaxy, where the ruling group pays close attention to everything, it is hard to explain why Nan Heli died of a mere burglary."

Sean asked: "Since this is the case, we should have alerted the real mastermind by entering the Qian galaxy so undisguisedly?"

"Of course, but this is beneficial to our investigation. It is often not a bad thing to scare the snake out of the grass."

Mostima further explained: "It has been a few days since Nan Heli's death, and in a place like the Gan Galaxy, if the mastermind comes from the top of the Qiankun Group, a few days is enough for them to cover up all traces, and we are likely to Couldn't find any valuable clues."

Xiao En thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement with Master's point of view.

The dry galaxy is no better than Bergamoor, and it is impossible to tear the iron curtain apart with the strength of a few people. If it was that simple, the Republic wouldn't have sent the Jedi here.

"So letting them know of our arrival may trigger a chain reaction. Of course there are risks, and we need to take this risk."

Sean wanted to nod in response, but for some reason he couldn't help frowning: "I have a bad feeling."

Mostima said: "Me too, this time the task will be very difficult, but we should not be afraid of difficulties."

——

The spacecraft landed at [Xia Jing], the capital of the capital planet [Kun] at 7:00 pm local time.

This large passenger ship, which is more than a kilometer long and can accommodate tens of thousands of people, immediately appears insignificant when it settles on the endless port. Seen from above, it looks like a humble ant. However, from among the ants, there are tens of thousands of passengers, who gathered along different passages to form dozens of turbulent streams of people, rushing out.

"Welcome to [Xiajing], I wish you a pleasant trip!"

A smiling protocol robot stamped Sean's immigration paperwork with a bright red stamp while delivering a stylized but still sincere welcome.

Sean put away his passport, but what he thought in his mind was that the robot technology of Qiankun Group was more advanced than the information provided by Oslod, at least one generation advanced.

Not long after, both the master and the apprentice have passed the border inspection and customs. Since the Gan galaxy has special treatment within the Republic, and the currency is its own system, Sean also specially exchanged a sum of Qiankun coins at the exchange window.

After that, the two came to the square outside the terminal building. Sean was about to hail a rental airship, but there was a loud noise in his ears, his ears trembled, and he couldn't help but think of it.

"Master, there seems to be a speech in the square over there, do you want to listen to it?"

As Sean said, he was already taking steps, trotting towards the square in front of the terminal building.

Mostima frowned and followed closely behind. Her hearing was sharper than Sean's, and she had already heard the speech in the distance.

The Qiankun language with correct characters and round accents, the tone is upright and impassioned.

"As we all know, the basis of politics is mutual benefit, but what benefits have we gained from joining the Galactic Republic over the years? What have we got in exchange for the taxes we pay every year?"

"When we need the Republic, they stand tall in the core area and refuse to set foot in the mortal world, but when we don't need them, the tax collectors are always with us!"

"Are we members of the Republic, or are we its servants? And when we are self-reliant and have made breakthroughs in some technological fields, they even wantonly suppress it, which is shameless!"

Mostima frowned slightly.

Not far away, Xiao En also stopped in his tracks, and turned around in surprise: "Master, this is completely different from what is said in the information."

Whether it is the holographic network of the Republic or the [Xiahe Network] of the dry galaxy, the records on the relationship between the galaxy and the Galactic Republic are consistent.

Although this galaxy is somewhat distant from the Republic, it is still considered peaceful and healthy on the whole. There is no conflict between the two sides. There have always been independent voices inside, but it is not enough to become the mainstream.

However, when Sean personally set foot on the mainland of the Qian galaxy, he heard such a rebellious speech in front of the space port of the capital planet.

Mostima said softly: "Maybe it's just the voice of a minority, and it happened to be amplified at this time; or maybe we should realize that the clue to Nan Heli's death is right in front of us."

Sean nodded, and he thought the same. Regardless of whether the speech was purely a coincidence, no matter how lackluster the speech itself, this kind of roadside political speech similar to performance art contains a lot of information.

First of all, the capital planet of the dry galaxy allows political speeches, which means that the speech environment in the galaxy is relatively free. Of course, this may just be that the topic content of the speaker meets the needs of the ruler.

Secondly, judging from the audience's reaction, opposition to the rule of the Republic is not too new here. Most of the audience seem to have little interest, but it is not that they dislike its content, but it is too commonplace.

Finally, and most importantly, the speaker counted countless crimes committed by the Republic—most of which were pure nonsense—but always avoided the existence of Nan Heli. As the largest supporter of the Republic in the Gan galaxy, Nan Heli can be described as the best target for the opposition. Denouncing the Republic, how can you avoid Nan Heli? Wouldn't it be good to portray him as a scum in the world and discredit the Republic by the way?

Xiao En couldn't help but fell into deep thought, but before he had time to think about it, he heard his master calling him.

"Shawn, let's go."

Not far away, Mostima had already called for a rental flying boat, and saw a boxy yellow and blue flying boat, which was safely parked in front of the woman, and a chubby R2X7 robot was stuck on the driver's seat. , greeted with a series of high-pitched electronic tones.

For most people, the language used for communication between robots is basically equivalent to noise, so when the beep sounded, a display screen above R2X7's head also appeared side by side Qiankun language and basic language welcome.

"Welcome to [Xiajing], I wish you all a wonderful day, where would you like to go, distinguished guest?"

Sean took the initiative to open the car door for Master, while pressing the feature-rich communication ring on his hand, and responded with a pleasant electronic voice: "I also wish you a beautiful day. We are new tourists and we want to find a hotel with enough taste. The bar, preferably in the core business district, can enjoy the prosperity of the place after a drink, do you have any recommendations?"

A series of lights flashed above R2X7's head, and the rhythm of the electronic sound was also a little faster. Obviously, for this conscientious taxi driver, an organic life form guest who can understand electronic language is too rare and too surprising.

And this also made it use all its computing power to find the most suitable occasion for this guest from the map stored in the memory chip.

When Sean sat in the co-pilot position, R2X7 had already calculated the result and made recommendations for Sean with a series of joyful electronic sounds.

"Thank you, it's just as you said." While speaking, Sean generously flicked a Qiankun coin onto the bridge of the R2X7.