Chapter 111: A Game by the Battle Mecha Company
Editor: Geoffrey_
Hurstkurst, seeing this employee had a face full of anxiety, could not help but feel panicked. He asked, “Who are these people that are creating a disturbance?!” That employee replied, “You should hurry there and take a look. I really can’t explain it clearly, but there’s someone who’s prepared to smash our signboard. The people below have started surrounding us.”
Hearing that the matter was grave, Hurstkurst placed down the phone and ran out of the door. Suddenly, he realized that he still had guests. Turning over towards Fatty in apology, he said bitterly, “Master, please have a seat first. I’ll go and take a look at what has happened.” Fatty felt curious as well and replied while still standing, “Go and do your job. We’ll go over and see what exactly the matter is.”
Hurstkurst did not have the luxury to be polite with Fatty. He left with that impatient employee of his, running all the way towards where the disturbance was created. By the time Fatty and the others had reached the workshop, it was filled with people and all of them were beaming with smiles.
Some were secretly delighted: “Coming here today is the right choice. It’s so happening.”
The person beside him was gesticulating wildly: “That’s right. Previously, we saw two idiots arguing and I laughed so much that my stomach hurts.”
Another person felt disdain: “Those two rookies weren’t anything fun to watch. Seeing how that fatty ran is what I call fast. It felt as if his butt was adorned with a rocket.”
Another regretfully said, “Aiyah, I’ve came too late and did not see anything at all. Was there a fatty performing?”
The person beside him quickly replied with his spittle flying all over the place, “I saw it! That fatty was streaking nude. That’s what I call fast!”
Another person fell in a daze: “...Fatty streaking nude? ...Why did I see him wearing his clothes still.”
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The person beside him joyfully replied, “It’s because your eyesight isn’t good… Even though he was wearing clothes on the outside, he is totally nude on the inside!”
Fatty was startled. Damn, this is also called streaking nude! He said to Milan, “See this? The first time I go commando and someone realized it immediately. Did you really not keep my underwear?”
Milan laughed so much that she had to stabilize herself with Fatty’s body, unable to straighten her back. With a red face, she pinched his arm with all her strength. Why was the mind of this damned person always so messed up!
The wretched person mumbled to himself, “I say, why did it feel so windy down there when I was running…? So it turns out it was indeed pouring wind from below!”
The crowd was dense. Even though Fatty tried squeezing his way in, he failed. Giving a look at Milan and Mills and his friends, he suddenly shouted out in terror, “There’s smoke coming out from the Battle Mechas! It’s going to explode! Quickly run! Quickly run! Someone is dying! It’s going to explode!” Following that, he switched to the voice of a few other people as if there were many who were shouting in panic. The voices came from a near and far location, and it felt truly miserable. The crowd became panicked as they dispersed away, until finally, even the employees and Hurstkurst had ran away, causing the entire place to be filled with only the few of them.
There were several Battle Mecha parts placed on the empty ground. Fatty stared blankly at a loss as he walked over and took them out and said, “These parts aren’t going to explode. Who was the one who shouted out just now?”
Only after quite some time had passed did someone finally discover that they were tricked. There were some who stood in the middle of the crowd that were more intelligent and rational, yet it was only when they realized that these people’s voices did not sound like those that were shouting before did they resentfully return to watch the bustling scene.
Standing right in the middle of the crowd was a person with his hair dyed red that had ran the fastest previously. He shouted angrily, “It is fine if your unparalleled maintenance center cannot repair Battle Mechas, but now, you even decided to play a trick on us! Who are you trying to scare!? Let me tell you all, if you don’t give me an explanation today, then we’ll never leave! We’ll definitely smash apart that signboard of yours!” Several people with unkind faces took this opportunity to pour oil onto the fire: “That’s right! Such a big modification center can’t even find a single circuit board. Our Battle Mecha has been placed here for such a long period of time, and yet, it hasn’t even been fixed. Today, we must get an explanation from you! Otherwise, we’ll take this unparalleled signboard away with us!”
Hurstkurst was relatively calm as he returned a smile: “Did those gentlemen over there want several mecha parts which we don’t have in our storage?” Several of the maintenance center’s machinery engineer looked towards each other. Amongst them, one of the most senior machinery engineer said, “The Battle Mecha which this gentleman sent over is the [Full Moon] Battle Mecha manufactured by the Alfa Company. This is the 300th mecha which we’ve collected during these past ten days and all of them required a circuit board replacement. Their circuit board is more unique, and during these two days, the Alfa Company…”
Hurstkurst’s expression turned ashen. He waved his hands: “You don’t have to say it. I know!” Turning around towards that redhead, he said, “I know that you have been sent over by the new maintenance center in the eastern district. Do you think you are very amazing when you have the Alfa Company supporting your back? Right now, you even want to steal away the business from the commoners of this maintenance center!? Go back and tell them, stop with their schemes. You can just bring this mecha away. We won’t repair it!” Finishing his words, the redhead jumped out and shouted, “What a load of fart! Where’s the evidence to prove that we are sent by someone else? If some other company doesn’t sell their parts to you all, it only shows that there are some problems with you guys. Since you can’t even solve an issue of a circuit board, why are you even maintaining Battle Mechas? I’ll take away that signboard of yours right now!”
“Go! Go and take down the signboard! This broken maintenance center can’t even replace a single circuit board and should just be closed!” Several big men that came with the redhead jeered as they were prepared to flocked up and smash the signboard!
Hurstkurst angrily shouted, “Who dares!?” That redhead used a single move to push him down on the ground. He sneered, “This father dares!”
Several machinery engineer brought out their tools. It seemed that this place was going to turn into a battlefield. Fatty, who was watching the scene, suddenly said, “Isn’t it just a circuit board? It’s kind of over-excessive to smash someone else’s signboard just because of this.”
The redhead said, “Fatty, this doesn’t concern you. This father has sent his Battle Mecha for almost a week, and only today did they tell me that there’s no circuit board. Damn, why did I even send it here earlier then?” Fatty pulled up Hurstkurst before asking, “Why did you delay him for a week?” Hurstkurst had a calm expression as he replied, “The person responsible for arranging the plans for the maintenance resigned yesterday!”
Fatty laughed involuntarily. There was actually such a matter regarding competition on the market that even bribery occurred. Just like a life and death battle, they had meticulously planned step by step—wouldn’t they feel tired? He could not help but ask in bewilderment, “The Battle Mecha maintenance business is so good and you all can’t repair that many Battle Mechas as well, so why would they do this?”
Hurstkurst pointed to the crowd and said, “You should ask them what the price is when visiting that maintenance center opened by the ultra-big corporation and what the price is over at our center. They plan to eliminate all Battle Mecha maintenance centers amongst the commoners, forcing everyone to be slaughtered by these big corporations.” The moment he said that, the surrounding crowd all agreed with his viewpoint. That redhead sneered, “Your price might be cheap, but it will be useless if Battle Mecha can’t be repaired!”
Fatty angrily retorted, “How about this? Let’s have a discussion over if we can repair this or not. Regardless, we’ll give you an answer!” Turning around to a machinery engineer, he said, “Pass me the blueprint for this Battle Mecha.” The machinery engineer saw Hurstkurst nod before rushing over to bring the blueprint over, spreading it out and pointing to the circuit board this Human-Model Battle Mecha required at its chest: “It is this part. Further details of the circuit board is located at G-102.
Fatty flipped over to G-102 and scrutinized it before looking through the blueprints of several other circuit boards. He then asked, “What is the issue with his circuit board?” The machinery engineer awkwardly replied, “We can’t find out. We aren’t that experienced in terms of circuit boards. Usually, when we experience such situations, we’ll just replace it with a new one and return the broken board back to its original factory.”
Fatty asked back, “Can’t you use other circuit boards to replace this?”
That machinery engineer bitterly laughed: “If there’s a related circuit board, we would have long replaced it for him. This type of Battle Mecha circuit board is extremely special.”
Fatty strangely replied, “Not really. This circuit board is meant for the leg sensors. The legs usually require more movement and many circuit boards could similarly be used as replacement. If I remember correctly, the Battle Mecha [Nelson] has a circuit board fundamentally similar to this!”
The machinery engineer nodded: “Logically speaking, it is indeed the case that many circuit boards could be used as a replacement. We have done that in the past, but it’s just that somehow, the Battle Mecha from this company just could not utilize this circuit board. We’ve tested using the [Nelson] circuit board, and after installing it, there’s no reaction at all! The leg system could not be started.”
Fatty passed the blueprint over to Milan and said, “I’m sure I did not see wrongly. Have a look.” Turning over towards that machinery engineer, he added, “I’ll trouble you to go and bring over a [Nelson] circuit board before bringing that damaged circuit board over to me for me to compare them.”
The machinery engineer agreed and ran off into the storage room before bringing out the two circuit boards.
The moment he saw the circuit board, Fatty just laughed out loud. “This dog sh** Battle Mecha Company is just playing with you all.” Saying that, he took out a maintenance arm and placed it over his hand. To get 3, you subtract 2 from 5; he dismantled a piece of something from the old circuit board before placing it on the [Nelson] Battle Mecha’s circuit board before saying to the machinery engineer, “Bring me over to see his Battle Mecha.”
That machinery engineer pointed out to the side. At a distance not far away, there was the redhead’s [Full Moon] Battle Mecha parked over there. Fatty walked towards it before dismantling the chest armor of that mecha and placing this circuit board onto it, after which he used the automatic repair function of the mechanical arm to fit on the armor and smiled: “All good!”
Several machinery engineers widened their eyes: “All good?”
Hurstkurst, who was standing by the side, hurried the person responsible for testing and controlling Battle Mechas. This Battle Mecha pilot entered the cabin before pressing a few buttons, causing the [Full Moon] Battle Mecha to start moving.
The few machinery engineers from the maintenance center did not dare believe themselves: “How could this be possible!? We’ve tested out using this model of circuit board to replace it a few times , but never once did the mecha move!”
Fatty laughed: “Actually, it’s very simple. What you all did not notice is that this company, for some reason which I do not know of, has installed a recognizing unit on the circuit board. If the Battle Mecha computer doesn’t recognize the authentic signal, it’ll reject all commands. Actually, there’s another solution to this, which is to reformat the entire Battle Mecha computer’s program and delete this recognition system. It’s just a little more troublesome.”
That machinery engineer who was kind of old looked at the blueprint and the old circuit board before finally praising, “Too amazing! You are truly too amazing! If you didn’t say it, I doubt I’ll ever be able to see through these schemes made by these big companies’ top-notched design engineers!”
Hurstkurst laughed out loud: “Master is indeed a master! Today, I am truly enlightened!” Turning over to that redhead, he said, “Go back and tell the person ordering you that there is always a mountain higher and an expert even stronger!”
That redhead was stunned for a long while before he finally regained his wits and sneered, “I do not want a circuit board from some [Nelson] Battle Mecha—what I want is its original!”
Chapter 112: A Three-Man Commanding Unit
Editor: Geoffrey_
The moment he said this, everyone—not just the people from the maintenance center but also other customers watching the scene—started feeling indignant at the injustice as they criticized that redhead. That redhead was just rude and unreasonable. He used a cold look to gaze at the surrounding people, and his accomplices did the same thing as well as they postured out like fiends. The customers felt that this matter did not concern them in the end, thus they turned away their heads to avert their gaze and started reducing their volume of criticism, as they were afraid of being dragged into this if they were not careful.
The redhead, seeing how the audience was keeping quiet out of fear, began shouting even more delightfully at Hurstkurst, “Did you not hear what I just said? Hurry up and go to procure a circuit board made from the original manufacturer. I don’t want these counterfeit goods!”
Hurstkurst was angered to the point that he began smiling: “We have always been doing this when maintaining Battle Mechas. The [Nelson] circuit board, regardless of its value of craftsmanship, is still higher than that of the Alfa Company. Either you drive your mecha away or we’ll just take back the circuit board. It’s all up to you.”
The redhead savagely laughed: “Then I’ll not be polite. Old man, don’t blame me for smashing your signboard.”
Milan, who was to the side, could not control herself and shouted out, “Do you guys even know what is being logical? Are you here to repair your Battle Mechas or to create trouble?”
Over at their side, there was a muscular person with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear. He walked out and said, “If you all can’t repair it, then we’ll just smash the signboard! When us grandfathers are talking, how is it related to you, young lass!?”
Before he even finished speaking, Fatty lashed out his hands as quick as lightning, savagely slapping at his face. That person, who was two meters tall and huge, had actually been slapped to the extent that he walked a few rounds like a gyroscope before finally falling onto the ground. Before the crowd could even react, the big man was in so much pain that with a “Wa”, he spat out a tooth that was mixed with blood and groaned on the floor. It was just some simple kung fu, and on the left of that person’s face, it was already swollen.
The redhead and his accomplices turned over, only to see Fatty trembling all over. The expression of his did not show if he was frightened or angry. Damn, why did this person feel wronged despite him hitting someone? What kind of morality was this?
Fatty’s voice was kind of shaking: “Intentionally creating trouble, right!?”
The redhead and the five other accomplices looked towards each other before charging towards Fatty. After all, the other side only had a single person! Since he dared to act, then they’ll slaughter him! Killing the chicken to frighten the monkeys [1]!
Yet never would they have thought that after just taking a single step, Fatty had already charged over at their direction. Using his left hand, he grabbed a muscular man’s wrist while sending a hook out with his right hand on his underarm. That person had been struck by a thunderbolt. He was in so much pain that tears and snivel came rushing out. Fatty threw aside his hand before kicking the abdomen of the incoming redhead. The redhead had been kicked away a few meters, curling up on the ground and rolling incessantly. One of them was quick-witted; he moved behind Fatty and tried to do a sneak attack. Fatty, however, turned a hand over and grabbed his arm before thrusting out with his right hand. One could hear a “Ka Cha” sound; the upper arm of this person had been fractured. The remaining three felt furious as they continued their assault, randomly flinging their fists about. The figure of Fatty simply pierced through the crowd of flinging fists and legs, and in less than a few seconds from the start, this group of people were all beaten to the ground, crying out in pain as they rolled about.
The surrounding crowd had already subconsciously moved backwards to a far distance as they were afraid that these people might injure them as they started fighting. But never had they thought that in just a blink of an eye, the only person remaining in the center of the group would be a trembling fatty. The crowd looked towards each other with the same thought in their mind: ‘This fatty is really so amazing! The commandos are only so-so! But even when the other party has already been beaten up by him, why is he still trembling? Had he not fought enough?’ Yet what they did not know was this wretched person had this condition of shaking the moment there was an over excessive amount of adrenaline.
Fatty said with a tremble, “They are truly bullying me! Really bullying me!”
The people lying on the ground had almost simultaneously bitten their tongue to commit suicide. Who was the one bullying the other!?
Fatty pulled on Milan’s hand and said, “If I hear another person who dares to scold her, this father will bet my life against his!”
Milan stuck her face onto Fatty’s shoulder. She only felt her a sweetness beyond honey in her heart and was truly on cloud nine.
The employees, who had been keeping all the feelings within their stomach, rushed forth to hit the drowning dog. They threw those people like throwing rubbish into the maintenance center before clapping each other’s hands in celebration. They felt that today was the day which allowed them to let out all of their resentment!
The surrounding crowd watched on tonguetied. So amazing! The other party was not only a Battle Mecha Great Master who can see through the schemes of that Battle Mecha company’s top-notched researchers, he was also an expert in combat. Just now, those few moves of his were truly intense. That group of big men seemed so fierce and tyrannical, yet in just two to three moves, they were beaten down into the ground by this fatty, leaving them crying in pain! No wonder this lady, who was so beautiful and had a transcendental, alluring figure, and also a good temperament, didn’t even leave half a step away from this Fatty, who did not have actions that matched his appearances! It felt as if she wanted to just become one with Fatty! The other party had the talent! Since when did this Unparalleled Maintenance Center have such a formidable person backing it!?
Hurstkurst was like an old fox as he announced out, “Sir Great Master will frequent our maintenance center in the future, discussing and exchanging knowledge with everyone here. He is an authentic Battle Mecha Great Master. I’m sure everyone has seen his standards! The customers of this center can feel rest assured in leaving your Battle Mechas with us. We’ll use an even better technique to provide a spectacular service for everyone! … … ”
Hurstkurst was trying his best to tie Tian Xing Jian to his ship. Suddenly, the military communication device hanging over at the waist of Fatty started vibrating. This was a plaything which any soldier had to bring when they were out on a leave. As long as they received a notification, they had to immediately report back to the military camp. Fatty hurriedly broke the words of Hurstkurst and apologized to him before pulling Milan and ran off.
Hurstkurst chased up to Fatty to give him a controller: “This is your [Hurricane]. It is already over at the entrance. You might as well bring it away with you.”
[Hurricane] is a new product of the Aica Company and was currently one of the few mainstream private Battle Mechas in the current era. It was extraordinary in terms of performance, especially in its speed which surpassed that of many other Battle Mechas that were listed under the same category. Fatty, seeing this Battle Mecha, immediately fell in love with it. With a streamlined frame, four slender limbs, a long sword on its back, and a shield on its left hand, the entire Battle Mecha felt like a warrior full of explosive energy. Its control system was terrific too; controlling it to run was a truly pleasant experience. The Battle Mecha’s suspension system that was installed beneath its legs was sensitive enough that he could fundamentally not feel any trembling when the mecha was running.
[Hurricane] ran in a frenzy on the path meant for Battle Mechas, attracting the attention of countless other Battle Mechas. Several mechas who were not willing to lose out began accelerating as well. However, this [Hurricane] was truly too fast, as its figure disappeared within moments.
Returning to the academy, after parking his [Hurricane], Fatty and Milan let go of their hands. He then ran towards the planning department. Formally, he was currently a combat planning staff officer, so of course he would report to the 6th Research Unit. Soon, he reached the 6th Research Unit. Almost all the staff officers from the 6th Research Unit was present. Big-Headed Karl excitedly moved around the room. The moment, he saw Tian Xing Jian, Karl hurriedly asked him, “What happened? Is the battle going to start again?” Fatty was stunned: “You stay here almost all the time, and yet, you don’t even know what’s happening. I’ve been training the new cadets in the academy every single day, so how would I know!?” Karl replied with disappointment, “Aren’t you close with the generals? During this one month or so which you weren’t present, I’ve been working so hard that I might just die of exhaustion. I’ve calculated batch after batch of combat plans, so much that I feel dizzy. During the past few days, the first invasion plan has been finalized. Most likely, they are about to start with their attack on the Galileo Galaxy. Otherwise, why would they be so anxious in making war preparations? And today, they even asked us to return for an emergency meeting with even you being called back!”
Fatty gave it a thought. He felt what Karl said was logical. During the attempt of assassination on Russell, was he not having a meeting? These few generals having a meeting would presumably be for the sake of pre-war preparation of attacking Galileo. The Federation’s war preparation had been done quite quickly. After Newton Galaxy became completely safe, the military-used supply that was long manufactured in the rear had been sent over to Miracolo. The entire planet was filled with so many airports that had almost no stop in the ascension and descension of the large-sized transport ships. Such a huge reserve of supplies and movement of manpower would certainly be for the sake of seizing the initiative in attacking and to strike and suppress them before the Gyaca Woods Empire’s economy could recover!
As he was making guesses, Colonel Pater walked over from outside and announced to everyone, “The forward command has sent down the orders. Everyone will have to get back to your position and stop all your leaves prematurely. The current state of war preparation is at Category A.” The staff officers dispersed away. Category A war preparation meant that war would begin within the next 48 hours. The combat planning department had to direct the strategies and coordinate all lower combat planning units in the front line.
Colonel Pater turned around towards Tian Xing Jian and said, “Russell is waiting for you at the forward command.”
Fatty responded with agreement before running off. Before this, he had applied for a rest of a month, and after coming back from it, he had to receive the appointment of instructor to instruct new cadets while simultaneously going under Russell’s tutelage, thus he had not been in any contact with the war situation. As for the current status of the preparation for war, he did not really know of it, so why would Russell be calling him over at this time? Hopefully, not for the reason of throwing him into the front lines again, right?
With his heart alarmed and trembling in fear, he reached the forward command. You Na brought him over to the forward command’s wartime command room. In this enormous forward command command room, it was already filled with people. Below the command stage, there were the communications, electronic, combat planning units, logistics, intelligence, ground-based army, ground-based aviation squadron soldiers, outer space fleets as well as individual air force units and many other departments’ generals taking responsibility over them. Behind these generals, there was a small-scale command stage that was meant for relevant orders to be sent down from here. Currently, on the great hall’s second floor, they were the highest command center of the forward command, and within it was only two people currently—the military supreme commander, General Bernadotte, and the chief military advisor, General Russell. The deployment of troops in the overall picture would be based on these two people’s command as the first priority.
Fatty stood at the entrance for a long time until Russell waved his hand at him. Only then did he finally have the courage to walk up the stairs by the wall up to the central command stage. Entering the command room, Fatty could not help but feel a little lacking in confidence. Looking down from here, the entire huge command room could be entirely seen, and right in front of the command stage was a huge virtual screen. Standing here, regardless of who it was, they would feel a sense of power in controlling the entire war. This was a sense of satisfaction and a mysterious feeling of devising strategies for battles happening over a thousand miles away.
Russell looked over at this person who was sticking his head out and looking around before smiling, “How should I call you, Russell or Karl?”
Only now did Fatty think back to what happened during that day as he awkwardly laughed without sound. In his heart, he thought, ‘I’d not have thought this old man would still remember it. Such a petty person. Damn, this father is a magnanimous person and will not argue with him!’ On his face, he was unconscious of the fact that an expression of currying favor was shown instead.
Russell, seeing this flattering smile on Fatty, felt a slight headache: ‘Why would such a rare military talent have such morality? I truly don’t know what will happen the day he formulates his own combat school of thought.’ Thinking of how wretched this Fatty was and how he was like a heavenly steed soaring across the skies [2], he had applied both aspects of his personality onto combat planning. Russell did not know if he was in despair or full of expectations. He said to Fatty, “This time, the troop deployment for the war has been completed. This is the first phase of enacting the combat plan, and in this period of time, I’ll be intensifying your training. Other than you being required to do analysis on combat examples and studying the different theories, you’ll also have to stay here and observe! Only when you can see through our combat plans can you leave this door.”
Fatty finally relaxed his palpitating heart. As long as it wasn’t something like throwing him into the front lines, he was fine. Observing would not cost him his life.
General Bernadotte laughed at Fatty and said, “This is really a rare opportunity. Two generals busying themselves and you are observing from the back. Isn’t this treatment good? But if you can’t even see through our plans after we’ve finished implementing them, it’ll truly be a disappointment. At that time, it’ll be better for you to go to the front lines since it might be more appropriate for you.”
Fatty was frightened as he thought, ‘Aren’t they the ones who said that I can’t leave this place if I can’t see through their plans? Why would this old man’s next sentence talk about sending me to front lines!? Isn’t that just wanting my life? No matter what, this father has contributed a lot, so why would he—unlike Russell, who has shown some humanity—turn around and become hostile with me!?’ Turning over, he saw Russell nodding towards him: “What General Bernadotte said is right. Before this military campaign is over, you’ll stay here for another day if you can’t see through the plans. If you still can’t see through it by the end of the campaign, then we’ll truly send you over to the front lines. It is only then would you fully be able to realize your potential!” Fatty sighed in his heart, ‘Whatever! These people are just not humans. This father will just honestly do my best in pondering over their plans. These two people are generals, and playing a first lieutenant to his death is so casual and joyous for them.’
Currently, the various departments in the command room were doing their pre-war preparations. Various data and intelligence were being showed on the central command stage’s computer screen. The military map on the computers were also being marked really densely. This was the first time Fatty saw Bernadotte and Russell’s troop deployment. Seeing General Bernadotte discussing with Russell while simultaneously reconciling the various data with the actual position on the map, Fatty realized his actions were really fast and accurate, showing how familiar he was with this; it wasn’t something ordinary people could do. One had to know that the overall combat plan involved too many different things. The overall campaign was truly too complex, and these two supreme commanding officers had to not only affirm the strategic implementation of the deployments, but they also had to thwart any issues that cropped out and most importantly, when the campaign was being carried out, they had to use the shortest period of time to see through what the enemy’s plan was before sending the most appropriate and accurate order to deal with it.
Fatty exerted his brain. These two old people were currently playing chess with an invisible opponent. How hard would it be to see through the opponent’s line of thinking when placing the pieces?
A bright idea suddenly struck him. Fatty moved towards Russell and asked, “Teacher, you see… Currently, we are at the war-preparation stage, so we don’t have to waste time here, right?” Russell waved his hand and said, “Your task will start when the operation for the ground-based army starts. That is when you will start deducing our combat plans. As for the period in between, you can do whatever you want, but if I hear that you have gone to other combat planning department to ask around, hmph…”
F***! I’ve been seen through! Right as Fatty felt a sense of loss, news came from the command room below–the outer space fleet coordinator, Vice General Fowen, reported, “The 4th United Fleet has already entered Galileo Galaxy from a secret warp point in the public starfield and had come into contact with the enemy fleet as they were heading towards the Newton warp point!”
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[1] Punishing one to warn the rest not to do something.
[2] Very bold and imaginative.
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