The station commander of the orbital defense station angrily rushed into the central control room of the jurisdiction. This organization was buried deep in the fortress armor.
In the spacious room, the upper and lower floors were full of people. When they noticed that the commander had arrived and stood at attention, there was a sound of empty chairs and combat boots clashing, while the cogitator and scanner systems were still humming. .
"Report to me immediately!"
General Sora scolded, his belly looking even bigger than before, as if it might explode at any moment.
The officer in charge here quickly walked out of his auspicious array, sweating profusely, holding a yellow message note in his hand.
"Definitely the New Pharos, sir."
He said and gave the data results to the webmaster.
"Her course was completely chaotic and she exited the warp in exactly the wrong place."
"What about communications?"
The webmaster glanced at the note, then looked up at the information column that echoed through the central structure.
"We received a bunch of transmission codes less than sixty seconds ago, sir."
A rosy-faced communications lieutenant said, holding the earphone in his hand.
"But the content was difficult to understand. We later eliminated the planetary belt effects, so the signal should be stronger and all channels should be open."
"They may just be lost in the subspace. It is said that there is a large-scale rebellion in the Extreme Star Territory, which is quite uneven."
Loken did not agree with the words of this incompetent bureaucrat. He smelled a hint of danger, because the timing of the ship's "lost" was too coincidental. It happened to be when the Star Patrol Fleet left this galaxy and headed for other galaxies. when.
Although he didn't want to wade into this muddy water, he turned to other officers who were still optimistic.
"I would like to remind everyone of Article 10 of the Orbital Station Code of Conduct, Chapter 1, Section 3. What is the first principle when we face unknowns or uncertainties?"
"Be prepared for the worst."
The webmaster replied impatiently and waved his hand as if to ward off an annoying fly.
"And trust in the God-Emperor."
Loken nodded.
"So, you see, even the dullest knife can still make a few cuts if sharpened enough, and even though the New Pharos is just an unarmed transport ship, we still have to assume the worst, don't we?"
"Oh, I didn't expect that our Brother Loken is also a military strategist."
The young officer who had tried to embarrass him in the conference room spoke again. He even whistled frivolously, causing the other legions to burst into laughter.
"I just wanted to say, a kind reminder."
Loken really wanted to cut off the front lobe of that bastard right now and transform him into a servile that washed the toilet, but he still controlled his voice.
He stopped talking after that.
Seeing him like this, the other officers didn't bother to talk to him anymore, but continued to discuss those topics, regardless of the fact that the transport ship was getting closer and closer to the defense orbit.
Didi didi——
At this time, the huge augury began to make a piercing chirping sound, and the operator immediately became busy, trying to upload the data stream from the auspicious device, and frantically tapping the runes.
In the passage outside, the footsteps of the local defense forces being mobilized can already be heard. The station commander is checking the defense deployment throughout the sub-area through the holographic chart, and other officers are still surrounding him.
The communications captain sitting in the upper-level message structure suddenly shouted, interrupting General Sola's assignment.
"Sir, we have received a transmission from the New Pharos."
"She just neutralized the asteroid belt."
Another officer added from where his auspicious array was.
"Play it."
the stationmaster ordered, grabbing the brass railing surrounding the hologram.
The room suddenly became quiet.
First, there was a burst of static, then the sound suddenly rose, and finally dropped from an eerie scream to a low purr.
The communications officer stooped to reach a frequency component and adjust a pair of sliders.
The noisy sound gradually faded away and disappeared, like a passing ghost, but Loken suddenly frowned. He seemed to hear another sound——
That was the dying cry of the machine soul.
After tinkering for a while, the channels of both parties were finally connected.
"...Repeat, this is Captain Kopelos of the New Pharos, can anyone hear me? We have an engine problem."
"captain!"
the stationmaster shouted.
"We have received your message. This is the jurisdiction of the Ma'Kande 2 Planetary Defense Orbital Fortress. I am Station Director Sora, and I am talking to you. How is the situation over there? Over."
"Thank you God Emperor!"
The captain's voice came back quickly.
"We have a situation here, General. Some slaves tried to riot and caused a serious security incident. I was forced to seal off the escape deck and open the pressure door. I am now on the bridge with my remaining security guards."
"Has the riot subsided?"
"Most of them have been suppressed, but we cannot go to the scheduled location normally and can only change the channel to return to the original route."
"I have received information about your situation, Captain Kopelos, but according to the regulations, I cannot allow you to enter orbit directly. I will send a marine team to your cargo ship and inspect it carefully before passing."
"Okay, I can get checked anytime."
"I'll make arrangements immediately, please wait."
After the station commander finished speaking, he motioned to the officer to suspend contact first.
"Are the Marines mobilized?"
"I'd estimate eighty-five percent ready, sir, but I feel ready to commit."
"How long do we have?"
"Follow the current speed and trajectory."
The officer in charge of the apocalypse said, leaning over his screen.
"Assuming there are no further problems with the engines, she will reach planetary orbit in just over two hours."
"Sir, do you need me to transmit information to the ground?"
"No, it's not necessary now. The situation is still developing and it's not that serious."
As he spoke, General Sola straightened up and looked at the young officer who had been choking Loken before.
"Take your team into the New Pharos on the Hyena landing ship, and carefully check whether there are any rioters. I will continue to communicate with the captain and tell you the latest information. After confirming that there are no problems, you will follow the New Pharos. Return.”
"Accepted, sir."
At present, it seems that this is a fairly easy task, and the young officer's face is full of eagerness to try.
But at this time, a voice he hated sounded.
"Sir Sora, I have a request."
Seeing Loken waving his hand in the crowd, the stationmaster frowned.
"What?"
"We should report to the bishop first before taking action. I just listened to the captain's explanation and it seemed a little strange... How can the slaves in the transport ship cause serious damage? If it is a prison ship, I can understand it. But the slaves in the transport ship... With all due respect, there are ten servitors who wash the toilets in my family. Generally speaking, their average life span is only 8-10 Terra standard months, and most of them are accompanied by diseases and serious diseases. They are malnourished, and if they board the ship rashly at this time, there will be hidden dangers."
Loken tilted his head at the young officer, who crossed his arms in front of his breastplate and glared back at him.
"What makes you think Captain Copelos is lying, Padre Lorcan?"
The webmaster asked after a moment of silence and did not immediately refute. Apparently he had also considered this situation.
“Rational analysis and personal judgment.”
"You're so rude, Lorcan!"
The young officer roared:
"We will not stop acting at your whim. You should stay in your power room. Military operations are not your place."
Loken shrugged and stepped aside. He had said all he could, and the rest could only be left to Omsenia's decision.
