In the lower and lower decks of the Meteor's bridge, many priests in red robes were busy among the meditator arrays. This was one of the many secondary meditative arrays on the battleship.
At this time, the order to implement communication silence came on the radio. A young woman with sloppy hair and glasses suddenly raised her head from the meditator, then hurriedly packed up the things in her hands, looked around and left.
own position.
As she walked, her loose robe could not hide her plump figure, attracting the attention of many young apprentices.
But she turned a blind eye to this. She walked all the way to a public toilet, looked around and then walked in. When she came to the box where the hand sanitizer was stored, she used a small screwdriver stretched out from her fingertips to unscrew the screws around the box, and then removed it.
I got off the box and took out a micro locator from the hidden compartment at the back.
After entering a piece of information, she put the things back to their original places and left the bathroom with a relaxed look.
After that, the lowly priestess returned to her work
Until the end of the work, she only has five hours of rest time - this is due to the reduction in workload after the communication is silent.
When she returned to her room, six data miners were using filtered identification codes to hard-wire themselves into the data network through a one-time link to the network system. They were transmitting large amounts of data through breached ports, and
Be alert to any detection or reconnaissance of them.
The room is not very large, clean and even a little spartan. An iron-framed bed is pushed to the far corner, and a lounge chair sits in the center of the room, next to a console made of polished bronze, and a
The Thinker with extra modifications.
On this boat, this level of modification would get a beginner into unnecessary trouble.
But she doesn't really care,
After taking off her robe, she came to the mirror almost naked, then opened a dark box, took out some injections and started injecting herself.
After the injection, her body and face began to change, and even the muscle tissue on her body began to change.
The whole process lasted about five minutes. When it was over, a sweaty young man appeared in front of the mirror.
He looked very weak. He held the edge of the sink with both hands and gasped violently. Then he raised his head and carefully checked his face, made some minor adjustments, and then pulled out a set of uniforms and robes for an intermediate priest from under the bed.
He also attached a mechanical prosthetic eye to his body and put on a pair of mechanical gloves.
Finally, he opened the ventilation pipe and got in flexibly.
In a secret, dark corner of the lower deck of the Meteor, three people had gathered, but each one was wearing a mask and hiding marks that could prove themselves.
This is one of the many waste treatment centers of the battleship. Various types of smoke and dust are scattered in the air, exuding the pungent smell of chemicals. The buildings are carved with mechanical skull reliefs and double-headed eagle logos, and the incinerator is shining with dazzling light.
, the image composed of a single pixel constantly flickers and changes.
Normally there is no one here except servitors, but now not even servitors can be seen.
"Isn't he here yet?"
One of the men, wearing a black robe with white trim, was pacing on the metal floor, looking anxious.
"Have you been caught already?"
He is obviously a high-ranking mid-level priest. Most of his organic parts have been replaced by implants, but he is still human enough to be unable to hide his fear.
At this time, a man came over and whispered:
"Calm down, Brother Jon. There's no point in worrying now. If he was caught, we should have received the news."
The man named Jon nodded after hearing this and did not continue pacing.
Soon, with the sound of slight footsteps, the last person arrived, but no one here thought that "he" would be a graceful female priest.
"Sorry, some things have been delayed."
"It doesn't matter, it's good if you can come."
A fourth man came over, wearing the symbol of Ryza's Skitarii.
"Since everyone is here, there's no need to talk nonsense."
The man named Jon quickly interrupted the two people's greetings and said seriously:
"The fact that several of them can decipher the code I left behind shows that we all have a common purpose. I won't guess which side each of them represents, but at least now our purpose is the same and our situation is the same...
...To tell you the truth, several of my colleagues have been secretly arrested. The great sage already knows that people like us exist within the fleet, and is trying to get rid of us. Therefore, although our identities are different, in fact
We are in the same boat, and he will not be lenient just because of which side we belong to."
The last priest to arrive smiled and said:
"Speak like we're going to negotiate a particularly lucrative trade deal, but before that, tell us what you want."
"Here? Now?"
The priest who had previously advised others not to be nervous began to panic after hearing these words:
"The air is intertwined with radio waves from listening devices!"
"There's nothing I can't handle."
The priest bearing the mark of the Skitarii tapped his arm.
"Trust me, no one's hearing anything interesting right now."
"Presumably everyone is here for Mechanical Ark, right?"
As Priest Jon spoke, he looked around.
Of course everyone present knew it, but no one said anything.
"I got its positioning coordinates."
When Jon spoke again, his optical implants glowed with greed.
"And I hope you can help me send the information out. I will also provide the coordinates to you so that everyone can get what they deserve."
The other three remained silent.
In the end, it was the priest with the symbol of the Skitarii who spoke first.
"How are you sure that your coordinates are real? I don't think anyone knows about this except the Exploration Sage, right?"
Jon nodded.
"Yes, this is very confidential information, but I think you are not interested in its origins. You just want the results, don't you?"
The priest who arrived last put down his hands on his chest and said with a smile:
"How can we be sure this isn't a trap?"
"If it was a trap, you would be finished by now."
"Then what do you need us to do for you?"
"I need a communicator that is not involved in recording and monitoring, even a short-distance one. At the same time, I need to find the loopholes in the signal shielding device. I can solve the rest myself."
The other three people looked at each other for a moment, and then nodded at the same time.
A covert operation was immediately finalized after the discussion of the four people. At this time, Reza's exploration fleet had already made its first subspace jump and began to accelerate towards the target area.