Ultra-dimensional Warfare

A star map marked with various beacons was placed in the center of the meeting room.

In this conference room that can accommodate hundreds of people for meetings, only four people sit quietly on one side, silently looking at the star map ahead.

"One week before Earth time, the new unified president who was on a visit suddenly lost contact when he left the visiting planet. At the same time, an unidentified backbone fleet was discovered during subsequent explorations."

Mark, who was sitting next to He Inexplicably, opened the communication with the distant MACROSS7 as he spoke.

"Counsel of Exido, what's the situation on your side?"

"Oh~ the commander ran away without a word. The rest of the work was lost to me. Whether it was in the original backbone fleet or the current MACROSS fleet, I really am destined to suffer!"

Unexpectedly, when the familiar face on the communication screen opens, it is not D's shrewd and capable staff posture from decades ago, but more like an old human being.

"Uh...cough cough!!"

Mark's face stiffened and he coughed a few times quickly, forcing himself to be more serious.

"Staff! Staff of Exido! What's the situation on your side?"

"Oh~ the commander is urging people again. Isn't it... can't this long life have a good ending?"

Facing Mark's urging, Exido's staff, who has now become a "cute", continued to complain about himself.

"Puff......"

Miria couldn't help laughing, but she stopped immediately, and under her husband's gaze, she extended a helping hand.

"Counsel of Exido. Now we are discussing with General Ho inexplicable about the president. How is the situation on your side?"

"General?!" The Exidor staff blinked in a pretended surprise, then moved his eyes to look around, and finally landed on He Inexplicably.

"Ah! It's impolite! I'm Exido, the record staff of MACROSS7. Salute to you! What an inexplicable general."

Finally, as soon as he appeared on the stage, Exido who caught Mark vomiting bitterly, under Miria's reminder, saw He inexplicably sitting on the side watching the good show in silence.

"Hello! Staff of Exidor. We meet again." Ho inexplicably nodded, then smiled: "Looking at your condition, it seems to be pretty good. I believe that in the future, we will see Your active posture."

"Where! I have passed too long years. In the last stage of this life, at least I can see and experience the culture!"

The staff of Exidor seemed to remember something, and gradually a trace of intoxication appeared on his face.

"Ahem... Staff! According to the latest medical report, you still have at least three thousand years of life." Mark, who was deliberately ignored by the staff of Exido, finally couldn't help it, and quickly stood up and interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Oh oh~ Commander. Why are you here? It's rude! It's rude!" Exido said, looking at Mark in "surprise".

Mark's eyebrows jumped wildly, and finally held back. He waved his hand helplessly, and said weakly:

"Okay. Tell me about the news you got there!"

"Yes." Exido was simply this time, and in a blink of an eye he returned to the original shrewd and capable staff appearance.

Before the information was received by Ho inexplicably, the MACROSS7 ship group, which was closer to the galaxy of the president's accident, had passed through some special channels to get the news of Le.

The speed is so fast that it is almost the same as the new unified headquarters of the earth.

Subsequently, under Mark's arrangement and with the acquiescence of some relevant persons, a special agent team personally appointed by Mark quietly set off from the temporary station of MACROSS7 and rushed to check in the area where the president was involved.

result,

It was surprising.

Not only did I find traces of the unidentified backbone fleet in this space, but also unexpectedly discovered that the backbone fleet was on the route of the MACROSS7 fleet before, forcing the fleet to turn around and come to the present place. The backbone fleet in the temporary station.

After learning of this fact, Mark immediately ordered the spy team to obtain as much relevant information as possible, and arranged for the Exidor staff to take over the task. Afterwards, Mark and Miria came to the planet of Ragnar to meet with his comrades in person, and he was the uncrowned master of this galaxy-what is inexplicable.

But after the staff of Exidor took over, they encountered some difficulties.

but,

Eventually, the identity of the unidentified base fleet standing in front of them was found in the huge memory stored by the staff of Exido over the long years, as well as the purpose of their actions.

"203 Fleet?" He frowned inexplicably. He seems to have some familiarity with this backbone fleet.

"Yes. 203 Fleet. If my memory and guesses are correct, the backbone fleet that appeared in front of us might be able to reconcile in some kind of friendly way."

Exido nodded and continued:

"Yes. In the backbone fleet wandering in the galaxy, in addition to the original backbone fleet members of our alliance with the new unit and the hostile backbone fleet, there is another alternative backbone fleet that is not included in this list."

"They are the backbone fleet that can breed their own culture, and can even break the hatred between male and female Zenith stars, live in a mixed life, and live together. In our opinion, these alternative compatriots have long been indistinguishable from humans."

"Culture? 203?"

After he pondered for a while, he suddenly exclaimed: "I remember! 203, 203! Yes! The 203rd backbone fleet! That's it! That's it! Mark, it looks like we scared ourselves before."

"What do you think of?" Mark was a little puzzled.

"Well. If it is really the 203 backbone fleet, perhaps the reason for blocking MACROSS7 before is most likely to want to exchange culture with you." He nodded inexplicably, and said suddenly.

"Culture, transformation?" Miria frowned and thought for a while, then showed a wry smile. "I also remembered. I thought that the fleet I was in had also encountered the 203 backbone fleet, but the scale of engagement at that time was limited to the squadron size, and no larger conflicts occurred. The only suspicious thing is that all in the battlefield The severely wounded person who lost contact disappeared after sending out a call for help."

Speaking of this, Miria glanced at He inexplicably, and smiled: "Presumably the small-scale war back then was the result of deliberate control by the 203 fleet, and even the seriously wounded were rescued by them."

"There is such a thing?!" Mark was taken aback for a moment, looked at his wife and asked.

"Well, yes! If it weren't for my sisters and me to be strong enough back then. Maybe I was one of those robbed." Miria smiled playfully.

"..." The corners of Mark's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything, as if he was caring about the existence of certain people.

"Staff. Have you contacted the 203 fleet?" He asked inexplicably, looking at Exido's head.

"If you contact, you can say yes or no." Exidor nodded and shook his head again.

"A few hours ago, I received an encrypted message. The encrypted format turned out to be an encryption program that is no longer used in most backbone fleets."

"What about the content?" Mark asked.

Staff Exidor was silent for a while, and said hesitantly:

"It's a song."

"Song?" He Inexplicable and the others responded in unison.

"Yes. It's a song. It's "Did You Remember Love"."

Exido nodded slowly, telling the truth about the encrypted message.

"Do you remember love?" Miria Xing stared slightly, and said to He inexplicably, "Isn't that Mingmei's song?"

He Moming was also very puzzled, and after nodding his head, he began to think.

Why is the content contained in this message using the encryption program of the Zenith Stars turned out to be a song, and it still remembers love!

There may be some hidden information in it that I want to tell everyone who can crack this encryption program and guess the truth.

but,

For a while,

He inexplicably can't think of the relationship here.

Even the staff of Exido, who is known as the mobile dictionary. Not to mention Mark and Miria.

however,

Just when everyone was wondering about it, a voice rang.

It's Ernest Johnson.

After entering this conference room, the 2.2-meter-tall big man sat on the side as an audience. Unexpectedly, he spoke boldly at this moment when everyone was in doubt.

"Perhaps, I guessed the truth of this encrypted message."

"Oh?"

He inexplicably replied, and then after looking at each other with Mark, he nodded and motioned Ernest to continue.

"I can remember that love was sung during the Star Wars. The meaning of this song is undoubtedly a light of redemption for both humans and the Zenith Stars who participated in the war at the time. In its beautiful song The uncultured Zenith Stars felt the existence of culture for the first time."

Ernest paused, raised his hand to support the armour cap and said:

"Perhaps, the 203rd Fleet is now in a situation where it needs to ask the outside world for help, but cannot expose itself."

"So, this encrypted message was sent?" He wanted to have fun for a while and looked at Mark.

"Counsel, what is the possibility of this guess?" Mark looked at the counselor with comprehension.

"A conservative estimate, 60%." Exido said a probability after calculating silently for a while.

"Sixty percent? Maybe we can give it a try." A leaping light appeared in Mi Liya's eyes. Perhaps because of the old experience, Miria, who is now a grandmother-level figure, has ignited a lot of passion after a long absence.

"If this is the case, it means that the 203rd backbone fleet is controlled by an underground force."

"If this is true, what is your opinion?" He inexplicably cast his inquiring gaze to everyone.

"Macros will follow the general to the death." Ernest responded first.

"Fight. Although the current temporary station is good, the journey is interrupted, and I always get a sigh of relief. Otherwise, I feel uncomfortable." Mark smiled, stood up, raised his hand and patted Ho's inexplicable shoulder and said: "For decades It’s been a while. We haven’t really fought together again in a long time."

"Yes! So, fight?"

"hit!"