Darkness, heavy, as if solidified darkness, filled the bridge of the cargo ship. [No pop-up novel website]
At this moment, all power is given priority to the Mass Effect Core, with lighting and artificial gravity turned off. The assault rifle he once held in his hand was now folded and thrown aside. The plunderers and the plundered of the past naturally cling to each other, relying on the quality of their connection to counteract the effects of weight loss... and that desperate feeling of loneliness.
Even the krogan, who are rich in aggressive warriors, are no exception... They believe that dying in battle is an honor, but being devoured by a blue giant? That can only be regarded as expanding the way Krogan people die...
Your grandfather's grandfather was killed by Blue Star back then~...Wow, Blue Star! That’s great~——Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.
However, there is something bright in the bridge. In addition to the increasingly brighter and cursed blue light coming from the porthole behind it... there is also a huge LED number displayed above the roof - 40,000,000! They have sent out distress signals 40 million times! But seven hours have passed, and the galaxy is still silent, and there is still no response.
"Five minutes are up!" Captain Wells threw away his cigarette and stood up. He looked at the silent and unresponsive crowd and clapped his hands hard again. "! Let's do it again! It's only forty million times... Do you want to regret it when you die - ah, damn, we should have one more shot, just a little bit... Come on! Don't give up , let us fight until the last moment!"
This guy, who had always been very cold, now began to skillfully act as a demagogue! But looking at the unwilling fire in his eyes, I'm afraid everything he said at this time came from his heart. Wells has his own ideals - unlike those who regard the Cerberus organization as a shortcut to climb up - he voluntarily joined Cerberus after being moved by the Illusive Man's dream! So even though he is currently engaged in human trafficking. It is also for the nobler goal in my heart!
He is the kind of person who appears to be a philistine but is an idealist at heart. Even if his hands are bloody and his body is full of sin. Wells won't stop either. The second point of the argument is that he has the consciousness to bear the sin. Many people want to "get it done with clean hands"...if they encounter a situation where they cannot have the best of both worlds. When things have to be done with dirty hands...some people choose to give up and not do it, but Wells will definitely jump into the mud pit himself.
"! Another ten million! '4' is not a good number in the eyes of the Chinese!" Under his instigation, everyone opened their own multi-purpose tools and began to mechanically send distress signals. ——As for whether the person who received the information has enough time to arrive——such an issue is no longer within the scope of consideration.
Instead of watching the signs in despair, such as the glass in the porthole starting to become blurry (it begins to soften after being exposed to excessive radiation, the molecular structure changes, such as the azure light getting brighter and brighter, etc... it seems to be focused on It's not a bad thing to ask for help.
The so-called falling into the burning of the blue giant star is actually just a romantic fantasy! The real situation should be. Once the hull capacity of the spacecraft reaches the upper limit, they will be heated and slowly cooked like food in a microwave... Just thinking about this kind of thing will make people crazy!
"What's the next goal?! How about 51,888,888?! I heard that in Chinese this number is very...'auspicious...lucky'?" Wells' words caused some Chinese people to laugh, and some of them responded, "Yeah, 51,888,888 is a good number and very auspicious!”
Wells laughed along with those people. Orch next to him turned his head in disbelief, and his eyes fell on an inconspicuous number displayed on a small screen in the corner - 00:04:34.
This is the really fatal number - the distance exceeds the William Herschel limit. Four and a half minutes left!
Click, click, click, time passes by minute by minute. When everyone was immersed in the frenzy of sending messages, Wells quietly left his seat. Walk around the crowd with Orchie and come to the aisle leading to the engine room.
There, the quarian Kal Danner was leaning against the wall, waiting for the two of them.
"The engine has been driven to the limit, and so has the mass effect core. All materials that can be cleared have been abandoned... I'm sorry, I have done everything I can, but I still can't change the fate of this ship." Carl Dan Na said apologetically, following his unreserved work attitude and super ability. Wells eventually put him in charge of everything in the engine room. "The engine is running at 150% power without any problems until now. I really admire the industrial level of mankind!"
"Can we throw away the warehouse?" Old Orch still asked. Although 1.6 billion star yuan is an astronomical amount of wealth.
Wells turned his attention to Kal Danner, and the quarian shrugged. "It's not very useful. It can delay us being cooked for five minutes at most..."
"Five minutes!" Captain Wells tore the knot of his tie hard, and then took a few deep breaths. "It makes no sense! This batch of Element Zero is very important to Cerberus. If it only lasts five minutes, I would rather die together with my duty."
"perhaps……"
"No chance!" Wells decisively interrupted Old Orch's speech. He crushed the cigarette directly and let the hot cigarette butt squeak and burn his palms. "It's really possible, that should be... maybe it's time to accept the reality! Let everyone know, prepare a suicide note... I'm looking for a box that won't melt even if it falls into a star... I really hope there is such a thing on the ship. "
It doesn't actually matter whether there is such a box - with so many plane crashes, have you ever seen a suicide box found? ! ——The last words are not meant for the living, they are just for the deceased to leave without regrets... As long as the person who writes them believes that the last words can be preserved, it is enough.
"Perhaps there is no need to notify." Carl Danner said, and he motioned for the two of them to turn back.
At the end of the corridor, there was a crowd of dark heads. Countless humans and krogan stood there in silence, hearing the conversation of three people from beginning to end...
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Old Olch, the krogan, carefully wrapped a dozen chips, and then carefully listed his vision for the future of the krogan on a piece of paper - of course, he had to put it into the box in the end. It is the gene of himself and the three most powerful Krogan warriors in the team - if someone can get this information in the future, he hopes that someone can continue his ideal and create the best Krogan warriors!
Captain Wells is writing a love letter... to a woman he couldn't help himself with once he met, and then had to flee in a hurry. She is in Ilim, tens of thousands of light years away from here. The possibility of this letter being seen by her was not even one in a billion.
The quarian Carl Danner was just sitting by the porthole, looking at the blue giant outside in trance. He just quietly changed his name to "Karl Danner Agile" - the Quarians would definitely belong to a ship. It would be a shame not to have the name of the ship in his name, meaning he was banished by the quarians.
"I really hope it's the Mia~", he whispered to himself softly, that was the name of the "home ship" when he was born. Even the quarians living on the ship have a hometown...
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"...Mom hopes to accompany you to grow up slowly, watch you enter school, and watch you get a girlfriend... Wuwu~"
Jenny quickly put down the pen, picked up a glove and bit it tightly, blocking the sobs in her throat to prevent her crying from affecting others. At this time, if a person cries loudly, it may immediately cause a chain reaction.
When the sadness subsided a little, Jenny looked around blankly. The entire bridge was silent except for the sound of rustling writing. Occasionally, someone like Jenny would cry suppressedly, but the people around would try their best to pretend not to hear...
She completed the last words and put it into the black metal box in the center of the room - Wells promised that this was the strongest safe on the entire ship! ——The secret information about Cerberus originally contained in it has been completely destroyed by him.
Seems like there's something else I've forgotten? Jenny thought for a moment, and her eyes turned to the left arm that was always in pain. Although it had begun to relieve in the past few hours, it was now starting to hurt violently again!
Didn’t you tell me not to give up? ! Didn't you swear that you would save us? ! Thinking of her husband and children who could never see each other again, Jenny suddenly felt extremely hatred for Li Huamei in her heart! If you weren't so troublesome! If not... When people are in desperate situations, they always have to find someone to blame...
Jenny stared, panting, searching, and then found a paper knife on the table! Everyone around her was doing their own thing, and no one noticed anything unusual about her. Annie grabbed the paper knife and stabbed it hard into her arm!
"Ah!" Blood splattered... Anne's cry of pain was mixed with the screams of the people around her. "Wait! What is that?"
As the skin and muscles of her arm were cut open, there was no sight of blood spattering - an irregular fragment flew out of her wound. The fragments were very thin, only about the size of a small fingernail. It exudes a faint blue light, suspended in the air, and the light it emits ripples along the plane like water waves.
"It looks like some kind of signal source?!" Carl Danner, who was coming around, said uncertainly.
"It's... Li Huamei left it in my arm..." Jenny, who had regained consciousness, murmured.
