No. 587 was not designed for war, it was not even designed for independent operation, and over the past few decades its management agreements have been built around short trips between colonial worlds, mainly for armed transport and cosmic rescue missions and.
Valentine's training has always emphasized that if you encounter danger, immediately flee to the adjacent planet.
He sat on the simple commanding pedestal, his head was so sad that he was covered in sweat, and he felt that the entire universe had been folded up by itself, and the things that were originally familiar disappeared, but no new ones came to replace them.
“How far is it from the planet?”
Later, he asked the sensor administrator.
The silly guy turned to him from under the detection stand.
"It's not clear yet, but... wait, the Golden Throne, I'll see something on the remote scanner."
Valentine felt her stomach twitching.
"let me see."
The display array installed on the command seat switches to the remote image and rotates to perform main yaw correction.
The captain concentrated on adjusting his vision and focal length, and finally found something hundreds of kilometers away, which was approaching quickly.
"What is that?"
he asked hoarsely.
No answer.
No one has seen anything like this on the bridge.
"They are intercepting us, we can't go faster!"
Valentine is now in a mess, something happened a week ago, and only half of the people knew that an emergency agreement was being formulated to transport all naval assets to the main star zone stations.
Of course, this means nothing to him, because no matter what happens, they only need to connect with the transport fleet according to the schedule.
Therefore, they have no concerns about the possibility of being intercepted.
The only problem is that the transport ship is missing.
The communication fell into silence and remained silent.
From then on, Valentine realized what was going on and rushed from the edge of the galaxy to the Pai Shangxing Star.
But even so, they wouldn't have time.
He found his hands trembling, so he grabbed the handrail of the throne tightly.
"Perform evasion!"
The sensor administrator stared at him, and the first mate was also staring at him. Their ships used standard subplasma engines, and these people didn't know what the captain meant by "avoiding action".
Valentine wanted to speak, but felt her lips were wet, so she lowered her head to look at it.
His nose began to bleed, and it dripped on his work clothes to form a dark net. He wiped the blood off, but he couldn't stop it.
Then, he heard a buzzing beeping from the communicator of the spacecraft, and the ramming sounds of the transmitter connected to the command seat.
The sensor administrator suddenly looked uncomfortable and bent down in his seat and covered his stomach.
Valentine tried to focus.
"Where is that goal?"
There was no answer, so Valentine approached the operating table and stared at the data.
"Oh my god, it's right above us!"
The next second, the automatic alarm used to detect objects approaching is activated, the red light is spinning, and the horn howls.
The lights on the bridge flickered and finally went out, causing them to fall into complete darkness.
"Start the emergency power supply!"
Valentine screamed and stood up, reaching for his pistol.
Blood flowed down his chin and he felt dizzy.
soon,
The dim red light shone, dispelling some shadows to the lowest extent.
He saw his crew stumble, some bleeding like him, and some struggling in pain that came from nowhere.
The buzzing sound is getting louder and hard to think about.
He staggered through the main console, and could hear a thumping sound from somewhere above, followed by a violent rush.
The ship was shaking and spinning, as if it was punched by a huge hand.
Then there was a scream from metal rubbing against metal, followed by a series of explosions.
When he realized that his power pack was empty, he immediately cursed.
During the long journey, he always wanted to check it out, but there were always more important things that distracted him and had no time to take care of it.
Valentine stumbled back to the command post and opened the compartment embedded in the armrest, containing many of the essentials he needed to store and use.
As he kneeled, he heard the sound of impact getting closer and closer - huge shocks, one after another, like a terrible drum sound.
The alarm was wailing, and the humming sound stinged his ears.
It took him a few seconds to reach the compartment, reach out to press the safety button, and grop.
His gloves were covered with blood, his chest became sticky, and all kinds of weird sounds made people crazy.
The men screamed, and the women screamed, and the deck vibrated rhythmically at the feet with the increasing impact.
Valentine could hardly see what he was doing, but he managed to open the hatch and pull out a new energy pack.
Shivering, he inserted the replacement ammunition into his pistol and lowered the lock of the inlet.
Then he turned around, faced the bridge, holding the laser gun in both hands, trying to find something to aim for.
The darkness is as thick as the water in the bilge, with a bunch of blurry outlines reflected in the dark red mist.
boom----!
Suddenly, the explosion-proof door of the bridge was blown open, and the guard's incomplete bodies flew through the jagged gap.
Valentine lifted the laser gun and opened fire—a three scorching lights illuminated his unrecognizable twisted shape.
For a moment, he thought he had hit a wriggling snake, which overflowed through the jagged notch and slapped across the deck.
But when the giants strode into the cabin, he saw that the so-called "snake" was actually the rolls and horns grown on thick armor.
"Divine Emperor!"
Valentine fired again and again, his fingers tightly against the trigger in panic.
He couldn't see how many there were—five? Or six?
The captain noticed some strange details in his dementia fear, and he noticed hundreds of numbers engraved on the monster's armor, as well as other small signs and symbols that he did not recognize, and noticed a larger image on their shoulder pads—a metallic eye wrapped in eight-pointed stars.
The laser is useless.
The captain looked straight into the monster's eyes, he could smell the scent of sulfur and hear the heavy breathing in his chest.
He wanted to scream, but his throat choked.
He can't shoot or move.
The monster walked in and leaned towards him, and the huge horned helmet was like the head of a wild beast.
"You're lucky."
It was in ambiguous Gothic language, which sounded heavy, strange, and obviously old, twisted by sounding sounders, tubes and other things lurking under that nightmare.
Valentine hardly responded to the problem.
Lucky? Is this a morbid joke?
"...a fairly qualified offering."
Suddenly, the captain noticed that the voice was not from the other party's helmet, but the grim demonic face on the other party's breastplate.
The next moment, his mind was overwhelmed by the boundless darkness.
"Send a message to the Zhan Zheng, the last target has been removed and a full-scale attack can be launched."