The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

214. Technology movement

A huge AA-9 cargo ship fell from the sky and landed in a remote desert on the planet Seria.

This primitive planet does not have any means to monitor the sky. For a planet, the 300-meter-long hull of the AA-9 cargo ship is still too small.

The cabin door was opened, and in the wide cargo compartment, several rows of weapon racks were neatly placed, all of which were full of weapons. Among the several pallets on the ground, ammunition boxes piled up like mountains!

It seems that for some evil purpose, these boxes are sprayed with a pattern of Santa Claus. Of course, these people don't know the meaning, they only know that it is an old human man in a red cotton jacket.

Yuri Orlov got off the cargo ship wearing sunglasses and drank a cigar in his mouth. Two T-850 entourages came over immediately and put on a windbreaker for him, full of style.

His younger brother Vitaly Olov also smokes cigars in sunglasses, but he is only wearing a shirt and vest, which is not so conspicuous.

Elder Dole Femi Bangmi of Planet Seria, representative of the Galactic Republic Bron, and mafia gangster Ifante Mon have been waiting here. Seeing the tens of thousands of automatic rifles in the cargo hold, they all agreed. Laugh out loud.

And in the cargo hold, there is an MNLAV-21 Pathfinder-class light attack vehicle parked impressively! It's just that this car is not painted in the desert, but has slogans such as long live technology written all over it, and the turret of the attack vehicle has also been removed and replaced by a podium with a microphone.

"It's really you, Santa Claus! This is so wonderful! Hahahaha!!" Bron went up and hugged Yuri-Olov enthusiastically, "If this operation is successful, then I will be the 30th person sent by the Republic. The only one who succeeded among the many envoys!! According to the law, I will automatically be promoted to the plenipotentiary representative of Planet Ceria, responsible for all affairs of the Republic and Planet Ceria!"

Yuri took a puff on his cigar and said, "There are 100,000 assault rifles, 15 million rounds of ammunition, and 1 million rounds of non-lethal rubber bullets. Is that enough?"

"Enough! Enough! Enough! Hahahaha!" Elder Dole nodded and said.

"No... not enough!" Yuri shook his head, "Planet Seria has a population of 450 million! 100,000 rifles? Add daily training and wear and tear? Tsk tsk tsk. Elder Dole, my Friends, is this just the beginning? It’s just the beginning. Only those who control the army can control the political power. You are the one who controls the army! And I’m just the Santa Claus who delivers milk to the army, hahahaha!”

On the other side of the cargo bay, more than 100 B-1 robots have already begun to carry weapons and ammunition to the suspended truck for delivery.

Although the planet Seria rejects civilization, after the infiltration of Jabba's forces and the efforts of the Republic, there are still some technological products, and this suspension vehicle is one of them.

Looking at this mountain-like weapon, Elder Dole felt his body trembling. He seemed to have touched the position of the Great Elder! He said with a smile: "Of course, of course! As long as the technology movement is successful, I will set up a special Santa Claus Day to celebrate your outstanding contributions to us for several years."

"That's called Christmas." Yuri patted him on the shoulder, "How much time do we have?"

"The Council of Elders is expected to hold a discussion in 4 days, and it will take at least 3 days for our team to march from the castle to the capital Tekaf, so we must act as soon as possible." Elder Dole said.

"Then what are we waiting for? Hahahaha!" Yuri laughed.

...

1 day later, Ceria planet, castle.

This castle specially built for aliens from the planet is very spacious and can accommodate at least tens of thousands of people. But today, people far exceeding the capacity have gathered here!

Most of those people are natives of Planet Ceria, and most of them are young people. They came here with great excitement, watching Elder Dole who was giving an impassioned speech on the high platform, waving slogans in their hands and cheering loudly.

Under the stage, many official members of the technology movement are busy. They distribute a pendant in the shape of a mechanical palm to the participants, so that these people can hang it around their necks as a symbol of the technology movement. Then began to distribute holographic projectors and portable LED screens to replace the slogans written on the cloth by these people's hands.

Some people also hang many mechanical parts on their bodies to express their yearning for advanced technology.

And this time the real core force is gathering in front of the high platform where Dole is!

It was an army in silver and white uniforms! This army is all Seriya people, with special metal helmets on top of their towering foreheads, like tall hats.

These are the true fanatical supporters of the technology movement, and they are even willing to throw their heads and blood for the goals of modernization, industrialization, and technologicalization! And each of them held a Type 21 assault rifle in their hands!

Yuri Orlov smoked a cigar, looked at Dole Fermi Bangmi who was giving a speech hard on the stage, smiled and turned around and asked, "My dear Ifante, are you not going?"

"This is not the occasion for me to appear." Ifante-Mon's voice was very low, "Jabba already knows the progress here, and he is very happy. You should know, what makes Jabba happy will get what."

He turned around and said, "I'm going to Tatooine recently, and there are some changes there. After the matter of Seria is settled, come to Tatooine to find me. If you can solve the problem of Tatooine The question is, Jabba is willing to establish a true friendship with you, and no one in the entire galaxy will dare to hurt you."

Then he walked away without looking back.

Yuri-Olov took another deep drag on his cigar, turned away and continued watching the speech.

"... Now! Let's go to Tekafu City! To our future, go!!"

...

The mighty team began to march along the gravel road leading to the capital of the planet Ceria.

At the front of the team were four fully armed squads. In the center of each squad was someone holding a holographic projector, which projected a holographic image of Elder Dole's speech and played it repeatedly.

It was followed by the MNLAV-21 Pathfinder-class attack vehicle. Elder Dole stood on the roof of the attack vehicle, which was originally a turret but has now been converted into a podium. There were flowers around him, he patted the microphone lightly to test the sound, and then waved to the people around him contentedly.

Behind them, there are 5,000 believers in the technical movement. They hold Type 21 assault rifles, which are filled with non-lethal rubber bullets, but just in case, each of them still has two magazines for full-power armor-piercing bullets.

And a huge team of more than 70,000 people followed behind, forming an unstoppable torrent!