The nearby star looks huge, almost like a burning wall in the background, pouring its fierce and hot sunlight onto the surface of a black, barren planet. This is a "plasma" that is obviously not suitable for human habitation.
"Star", it has an overly thick atmosphere, and the ionization characteristics of the atmospheric components are too active. The fierce solar wind from nearby stars blows this thick atmosphere like a natural electrolyte, making every square mile of it erupt more than twenty times at any time.
The violent lightning caused the upper part of the atmosphere to become a thick plasma cloud, while the never-ending thunder below the atmosphere scorched the earth, turning the entire earth's crust into an obsidian-like conductive spherical shell through continuous electrolysis and melting.
When overcharged, even one-third of the planet will be covered in glittering silver light, making it look even more majestic—and deadly.
No one can survive on a billion-volt electrode plate, right?
And on the far side of this plasma star, there is a huge and old space station floating alone.
It was a huge building that looked like a spool. The main part was a cylinder with a long axis of more than 200 kilometers and a radius of about 50 kilometers. At both ends of the cylinder, there was one rotating in opposite directions.
A huge steel ring with a radius of one hundred kilometers, its function is unknown. This huge space station is maintained on the backside of the planet. It relies on its own power to maintain this posture to avoid being blown by the too strong solar wind. From this, it can be determined that this space station should belong to a star.
Creations below the system-level civilization: They do not yet have the technology to establish a space entity within the sun's magnetic current barrier and use their own energy field to stay safe.
This huge space station has reached the size of a space city. It is considered a magnificent creation among "lower civilizations", but it is obviously not too young anymore. The surface is mottled and full of scars, and there are obviously missing things in some places.
Traces, the exterior of the space station should have been covered with lights, but now only one-third is shrouded in light. There are five petal-like semicircular take-off and landing platforms in the middle, but two of them are filled with debris.
It's dull and dull, and it must have lost its intended function - it's obvious that no one has repaired it.
This is the base of the privateers.
First of all, I didn’t expect that a group of privateers would have their own space station. Judging from the scale, they definitely didn’t build it themselves. It must have been at least made by a certain country. And if we don’t consider it carefully, the space station is
The plasma star that you rely on can also be counted as the wealth of those privateers. Aha, a privateer group that owns a space station and a colonial star, let alone how much water there is in it, can always bluff people.
Secondly, I didn’t expect that anyone would dare to live in such a shabby space station... Aren’t the people inside afraid that the power system of the space station will suddenly stop? The solar wind behind the planet only takes fifteen minutes to cause such a fragile unshielded space entity to explode.
of.
Viskar's original plan was to have the Void Rangers appear in front of the privateers in a swaggering manner, and then declare righteously that they had occupied the legal property of the empire. After that, they needed to undergo a sufficiently gorgeous fire bombing (executed by the imperial general himself)
, and finally captured the opponent's leader alive, that is, the eldest sister, and then used the pepper water tiger bench to pry out the information from the opponent's mouth, but this plan was beaten by my hand knife into tears of cuteness in the corners of a violent loli's eyes, and in
After seeing that the space station in front of me might be disintegrated at some point and that it looked like a refugee camp, I finally decided that in the spirit of poverty alleviation, it was better not to scare people...
Sister, on the other hand, I think maybe we should try some of the fun-looking infiltration methods in the movies. It would be fun to use our brains to sneak into these privateers and then deceive some information. This fun plan won unanimous votes.
pass.
The Void Wanderer remained hidden on the sunny side of the plasma star (the federal army's cutting-edge spaceships will not worry about mere plasma bursts, whether they have energy shields or not, this is a technological gap), while my sister and I took Weiss with us.
Ka transferred to a small shuttle and approached the space station in a swaggering manner.
Naturally, as soon as we entered the opponent's cordon, we received a warning from the opponent.
"Unidentified spacecraft ahead. This is the Ark of Dawn space station. You have entered our air defense line. Please identify yourself immediately and slow down and stop the ship, otherwise we will launch an attack!"
"Hey, a bunch of reptiles, they look pretty decent."
Viska in the driver's seat snorted disdainfully, and I took the communication: "Tell your boss that we are here to do business."
"Business? This is a residential space station. We don't need anything else except supplies... Well, I think we did order a batch of food. I didn't expect it to arrive so early. Are you the special commissioner of the food department of the Roland Gale Consortium?
?Please show your industrial and commercial license, production license, health license and batch inspection report."
…It’s really troublesome to keep complaining, so I’ll ignore it this time.
"Maybe you made a mistake. I'm looking for you to do some more valuable business, some interesting gadgets, from across the Big Nebula. I'm looking for your eldest sister here - that's what the two Beckham brothers call them.
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The voice in the communicator was silent for a few seconds, and then it was replaced by an older man who stood up straighter: "I'm afraid you are looking for the wrong place. This is just a colonial space city. We do not accept supplies from informal channels."
"Forget it, there are so many privateering groups around here, they will only pay a higher price."
"Ajun," my elder sister came over and murmured in a low voice, "you can really fool me."
"This has no technical content. The privateers are not even pirates. They are just a group of gangsters in the era of the big universe. How do you expect them to have high counter-intelligence skills?"
Sure enough, although the person opposite sounded more stable, due to the special nature of the privateering group's "business", he could not judge the truth or falsehood of what I said. More importantly, there was no similar door-to-door business. After thinking about it for a while
, a dubious answer came from the other side: "Okay, your landing code is ae689, I will guide you to land - well, what kind of spaceship is yours? The universal guidance frequency cannot interfere?"
"It comes from a new technology system, so of course I can't interfere with it. And I guarantee that even the military can't crack its navigation technology. How about it? Isn't this product good?"
This time, the other party finally believed *** points, and his tone seemed much more relaxed: "Isn't it possible that I just got it from the military... Aha, I almost forgot the rules of this industry... I will give you the code, and I will
Just find a place to land, there will be people waiting for you there."
It was so easy to get in.
Normally, no big force would be willing to deal with an inconspicuous organization like the Privateers. Naturally, they don't have to worry about being infiltrated by spies. In this chaotic universe, even declaring war can be without any reason. Who can be like the Privateers?
They don't care about small organizations, and no security department will bother to deal with them, so they are free people in the true sense. But then again, it is very easy for any force to annihilate them, even without paying anything.
cost.
This is the current situation of the "scavengers" at the bottom of the pyramid of space armed forces.
For this reason, it is easier than imagined to sneak into the space station of the privateers. As long as you give a lame reason and don't reveal enough power to threaten them, these cosmic gangsters will be unsuspecting. I have never heard of any bad guys in middle school.
When a young man forms a small team, there must be a common password within it.
This old space station does not have perfect port management. After our shuttle landed, the shuttle did not even scan the cargo compartment. Only a team of staff in space suits came out of the closed door and motioned for us to disembark.
I opened the door of the shuttle, held the coquettish Viska in my arms and jumped to the landing platform of the space station where the gravity was a little low. Then I reached out to help my sister down the gangway, and then turned around and waved to the astronauts who came to help me.
All the other parties were in a petrified state, and no one responded.
...Uh? What's going on?
I looked at each other in surprise. Through the fully transparent masks, I could see that each of these astronauts had frightened expressions on their faces. Everyone was motionless as if they were petrified. What was going on?
?
I lowered my head and looked at myself. I saw that I was clean and tidy. There was nothing wrong with it except that it was all street food. Pandora was wearing the black dress I sold her last time, which was normal. Sister, she was wearing a long white dress, which was even more neat and tidy.
If you have a good temperament, your clothes should be fine...
It’s nonsense! This take-off and landing platform is directly exposed to space! Chang’e also took a foundation-building pill when she landed on the moon. Have you ever seen an astronaut on the International Space Station wearing underpants and a vest for a walk outside the cabin?
Our family is used to walking around in space, but in the eyes of the humans wearing spacesuits in front of us, it was a bit scary for us, who are also humans, to behave like this.
"What are you looking at!" Viska grinned and waved his fist at the other side, and the mental communication directly roared in the minds of the staff, "You fragile humans, are you surprised to see people without spacesuits?"
This girl immediately excluded my sister and I from the category of human beings, but she made the astronauts opposite us nod in understanding.
I stood up on the landing platform - although I didn't mean to stand up at all, it obviously attracted more attention from these privateers. They immediately invited us to enter the space station and told us that they had sent someone to inform the eldest sister, and we were here.
The shuttle we were traveling on would be "temporarily kept" by them. I didn't care about this. I just took out the remote control and pressed it twice on the shuttle. It locked and pulled down after two beeps. The special anti-theft lock designed by Pao Pao for space battleships.
It has a built-in space anchoring function. If you drive a Death Star fortress, you will be able to pull this shuttle away. In the conscience of heaven and earth, our small plane is the only clear and bright thing in this shabby space station now.
...The mother of the child is usually too busy.
"It's really messy here." Walking in the long corridor of the space station that seemed to have uneven gravity, my sister leaned over and whispered, "It's like a slum."
How well do you expect a group of privateers to manage such a space station?
I don’t know how many years ago this place was built. Anyway, almost every metal deck we saw along the way was rusty, the railings of the suspended bridge were also dirty, and various graffiti and posters covered almost both sides.
The original color of the metal walls and the personnel corridors that should have been clear and bright are like this, not to mention the warship passage under the suspended bridge. It looks like a scrap collection station. Well, it is a scrap collection station. It is full of piles.
I don’t know where to buy battlefield garbage, a few rusty engineering robots, a group of staff wearing pants and vests lazily tumbling around inside, and the word "demolished" is now written on the place where the battleship ejection channel was supposed to be.
There is nothing wrong with drawing a circle outside.
"Hey, how's it going? The place is quite big, isn't it?"
The person leading us was a dark-skinned man wearing dark brown work clothes and a yellow leather work cap. When he talked about this space station, he didn’t feel embarrassed, but rather proud, “This space station is full of big sisters.
I heard that my eldest sister, Tou, was a famous family in the past, but later it fell into decline because of the several space wars. But this space station, and the silicon star below, all belong to her family..."
This is not the first time this nagging man has brought up this topic along the way. It can be heard that the eldest sister's prestige here is extremely high, even to the point of having sex, but I have no interest in it. Let's come here
You are looking for that "eldest sister" to buy information. You can despise the insignificant power of local snakes, but everyone has to admit that local snakes often know a lot of things that you can't do no matter how much you spend, such as the fact that they have become invisible and will no longer exist.
If the Temple Legion has any contact with the outside world, such as the Federal Army that has just been attacked and is now missing, the eldest sister must know their clues.
Lilina even taught the privateers. I really don’t know what that girl was thinking...
"Bohan, if you don't mind going back to the mine and getting whipped again, don't change your mouth!"
Suddenly, a powerful bass came from the front, causing the nagging dark-skinned guide in front of us to suddenly stop talking. Looking around, two bald men as strong as cattle were standing at the end of the suspended bridge.
Looking here with an unkind expression.
With such a strong sense of visibility, the Beckham brothers have a high attendance rate.
And I keenly discovered one thing. Although the two brothers who looked almost identical in front were wearing the same coarse work clothes, one of them used green paint to draw a large leaf pattern on his chest. At least the shape of the leaf and the piece of paint were
It was the closest. There was such a bright pattern on the dirty clothes. It was obviously just painted on. Needless to say, I guessed that this was definitely the master who had completed the "exorcism" not long ago.
Is he really planning to switch careers and become a priest?
"Baker! I heard that you two encountered an interstellar ghost outside?" The black man known as Bohan didn't pay attention to the other party's ridicule. Instead, he became more topical and shouted in a loud voice: "He even damaged a fighter jet.
A, that pilot named Ken is not mentally normal when he comes back, and you want to change your job to become a priest, so that thing is your divine robe?"
"Shut up!" The bald man opposite who spoke with a Beijing flavor vigorously patted the green mark on his chest, "I have really seen a miracle. The trouble came a while ago... the Temple Legion came to preach.
It's not like you haven't seen how powerful it is, I remind you to keep your mouth shut! If the goddess hadn't told us to cherish life, I would have smashed your head!"
...These guys all crossed over from Hebei, right?
"I heard that you used our brother's name," Baker, a bald man with a green pattern painted on his body who really plans to become a priest (the image is really inconsistent), is now looking suspicious.
He looked at us and said, "There are indeed people who come directly to the Privateering Group to do business. Our brothers have never been very tight-lipped, but to be honest, you really don't look like you are doing business."
I ignored him. That was not the case. If my sister hadn't suddenly wanted to play an infiltration game, our warships would have arrived at your door.
"Okay, you don't like to talk, huh? Come this way, the eldest sister is very interested in the shuttle you brought. It looks quite advanced. People from the Angels should buy the technology of this light fighter.
Ham shrugged and walked away first, "After the business is over, leave as soon as possible. Don't blame me for being blunt. We don't like talking about business with people from the military the most, especially when you steal your own people's things and sell them."
Being implicated, little people like us can’t afford to offend..."
It seems that they regard us as insiders of a big official power in Dongtian District, thinking that we are selling our country's new technology as goods, and judging from the other party's tone, similar things are not uncommon, so I dare not care about this new technology.
In a world where products are endless, the country is in chaos, and everyone has no sense of patriotism and only seeks to protect themselves, can sex be considered a commercial act?
Finally, we took a special train inside the space station and were taken to a section with obviously different specifications. Well, it was actually just an ordinary space station living area, but - this was probably the only clean and brand-new place here.
Clean alloy corridors, bright lights, silver-white bulkheads, and automatic sentry access control full of high-tech flavor. I can finally find the feeling of being in a space station instead of the Sancha Street flea market. This is where Big Sister Head is.
The Beckham brothers pointed to a silver-white cabin door with four crooked characters written on it: "The Queen's Boudoir" and said: "In front is the eldest sister's room. You can go in by yourselves. She won't let us do whatever we want."
Go in."
After the two brothers finished speaking, they ran away.
My sister and I looked at each other, and Viska took two steps forward unceremoniously and pushed open the ajar alloy door without even knocking.
A... very ordinary cabin.
At first I thought I would see a splendid treasure room filled with pearls, agates, emeralds, white jade and glazed mountains, with gold foil on the walls and diamonds on the floor, and a beautiful girl wearing an eye patch sitting on a big red velvet chair.
, wearing a pirate hat and a black jacket, crossed his legs, puffed out smoke, and picked out his ears with the iron hook attached to his hand. When we came in, the other party would have a laugh and say in a low tone: "Jack, let's still
There is an unfinished account..."
Where do you think this all goes?
But in fact, there is only a very ordinary living cabin in the destination. It has a simple and undecorated white metal bulkhead, with an area of less than thirty square meters. On one wall is a folding space station standard bed, and next to it is a gray
On the other side of the desk is a large metal cabinet, and next to the large cabinet is a wooden dressing table, which is the only luxury item in the room. The eldest lady is standing in the middle of the room with her back to us, a tall girl.
A woman who is 1.7 meters tall with shawl purple curly hair and wearing a dark leather jacket.
I can't see her appearance, but I can only tell from her back that she is not as tall as her sister, so she should be a young woman.
However, the eldest lady did not react at all to our arrival. She was busy training people - there was a large floating screen in the middle of the room, and on it was a middle-aged man with a depressed face, who was being watched by this very angry man.
The eldest sister on the field trains her like a grandson.