The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

1146. Desperate? Prosperity? [Challenge the fourth update today, ask for a monthly pass! 】

"Contact the dead angel? Father, do you really have illusions about separatism? Others don't know, but we should be very clear that no matter how hard separatism struggles, it won't last two years." Gary Ulan said with a frown.

"Oh? Then do you want to continue to work hard on the Republic side?" Bangira Ulan sneered.

"Isn't that what you meant, Father? Recently, we have been doing our best for the Republic, and we have spent a lot of money to bribe the officials of the Republic. Our orders have begun to increase, and many factories have been able to reopen. The situation is improving. When the Titan battleship Xuanwu appeared last time, that meeting was originally to discuss the Eclipse class, didn't you insist on letting me participate?" Gary Ulan spread his hands and said loudly.

"So, do we have to wait until we are swept out like rubbish before we negotiate terms with the dead angels?" Bangira Ulan asked.

"This...Father, this..." Gary Ulan was at a loss.

Looking at his appearance, Bangira Ulan sighed, and said: "When the shipbuilding proposals of the Victory Class and the Victory II Class are thrown into the trash can by the Republic Ship Supervision Committee, the entire galaxy will know that we will have There is a change, at that time, what else can I do besides sit and wait for death?"

"But... 37 of the 50 expert groups of the Ship Supervision Committee have accepted our benefits. The cost of this item alone is close to 100 million credits. I am very sure that our proposal can be passed! In addition to this In an air battle in the Umbria galaxy, it is almost a sure thing for the Victory class to enter the official order of the Republic Navy...Father..." Gary Ulan looked at his father's expression, his face gradually turned pale, "Yes? Tell me this It is certain, my lord father!"

Bangira Ulan didn't speak, just looked at him.

Only then did Gary Ulan understand, and he grabbed his hair with both hands, "No, this... Is the situation really so bad? Those officials of the Republic dared to accept the benefits of our Lundili and stop doing things? The Ulan family Is your name so worthless?"

He looked at his father again, and his tone was a bit bleak, "Could it be that everything you did before was to deceive others? Your determination has not changed since the last secret meeting with the dead angel? We... Lundili... ...Have you really come this far?"

Benjila Ulan said slowly, "My favorite little granddaughter, Adele Ulan, should be 16 years old this year..."

"Father, could it be..."

"Tell the dead angel that the Ulan family is willing to marry him, and use our family's daughter Adele-Ulan as a hostage in exchange for the full support of the Confederation of Independent Galaxy. At the same time, I also hope that the dead angel can come to Lundili in person at that time Planet, resist the Republic's attack, and... marry his bride." Bangira Ulan said.

"Adele...is also my favorite little daughter...Father, I thought our Ulan family would never have this day!" Gary Ulan closed his eyes and said in an extremely heavy voice.

"Born in a nobleman, this is what she will face eventually." Bangira Ulan said.

"Hasn't things turned around at all? Just 10 minutes ago, I even thought everything in our family was getting better!" Gary Ulan still wanted to distinguish.

Bangira Ulan didn't speak, just sat back on the sofa, closed his eyes tiredly, and waved his hand to signal him to leave.

Gary Ulan had no choice but to bow deeply, "I'll arrange it right now, my lord father. At the same time, in order to prevent the Galactic Republic from being aware of it, the process of submitting the Victory-class and Victory-II star destroyer proposals will continue. Today In the evening... I will attend a private dinner for the Vice Chairman of the Ship Supervision Committee. As for Adele..."

He couldn't continue speaking, bowed deeply again, turned around and walked out of the study quickly.

After a long time, Bangira Ulan opened his eyes and said to the air: "Sometimes, I really wish I hadn't lived so long...Maybe the serious illness when I was 70 years old directly took I'll just kill it."

"Why do you say that? My lord." A deep female voice suddenly came from behind him.

Then, the air on the window sill suddenly twisted, and a short-haired woman in a tight black combat uniform appeared. She was sitting there with a bottle of wine in her hand.

"In this way, Gary Ulan can ascend to the position of Patriarch earlier, and let the urgent situation force him to grow up as soon as possible." Bangira Ulan laughed at himself, "Instead of being like this, I He is getting old, but the war in the galaxy is intensifying, and the survival of the family is in front of him. But if Gary is now the head of the family, he cannot bear it."

"Lord Gali-Ulan has always been dedicated to the family, and he is extremely diligent, and he just lacks experience. The education he received and his own intelligence are actually higher than we imagined." The woman said, directly facing The bottle took a swig.

"The people I told you to watch, don't relax. When that day comes, I want them all dead at the same time within 10 minutes to ensure that we can completely control the Rendili Defense Fleet. Can it be done?" Ben Gila Ulan asked.

"In 10 minutes, I can even arrange their positions when they die." The woman jokingly raised the wine bottle. Her hand was a mechanical prosthesis from the shoulder.

"Let's make arrangements, and Adele's affairs, we must ensure her safety."

"Leave it to me." After the woman finished speaking, she activated the cloaking device again, and there was a light sound from the window sill, and then fell into silence.

...

21BBY, October 22nd.

In Coruscant, the capital of the Galactic Republic, the official meeting of the Republic Ship Supervision Committee.

The agenda this time is to discuss the combat performance and data of various types of warships of the Galactic Republic Navy in recent battles. At the same time, companies including Kuat Power Shipyard, Rendili Star Power, Corellia Engineering Company and many others will also be reviewed. The next stage of shipbuilding plan submitted.

The meeting will last about 15 days until the end of the year. And starting in the new year, the new shipbuilding plan will be carried out based on the results of this meeting.

"The first is the Carrack-class light cruiser, Damorian Manufacturing Corporation." On the stage, the chairman of the Republic Ship Supervision Committee looked at the information in his hand, "In the recent series of During the battle, the performance of the Karak-class light cruiser was impressive. Many separatist warships were destroyed in the battles of Jinasa and Nuer. In actual combat, it was proved that although the Karak-class is only 350 meters in length, But it can pose a certain threat to the main warships of the Separatists, and its maximum speed can be compared with fighter jets, so it is still an effective supplement to the Republic Fleet."

In the audience, several Bothans stood up. They were the representatives of Damourian Company. This company is a company mainly composed of Bothans and humans. The scale is small, but the representative Karak-class light cruiser is indeed a very efficient battleship.

They have met a very good result.

The chairman on the stage went on to say: "According to the committee's discussion and decision, the Karak-class light cruiser will... continue to be purchased next year!"

Clap clap! The people from the Damourian company applauded and hugged each other to express their excitement.