Extreme Star Domain, Demet Star Zone, Pandora Galaxy, B87-9 Node
The Ursa Big is an armed transport ship that has been in service for two hundred years. It has endured the tempering of years of war and is engraved with many scars of war.
She once participated in the war in the Gothic Star Zone, faced the Elda Pirates in the Steel Corridor, and once worked with the fleet to break through the enemy's siege of orbit in the War of Flax.
Her mechanical soul is ancient and tenacious, mobile and agile, and is not easily knocked down.
Therefore, when she was carrying out material transportation missions, she was isolated by the enemy in the broken asteroid belt three hours away from Pai Shangxingyue, facing her own destruction, the destruction did not come very quickly.
There was no sudden burst of the engine core, no fatal proton explosion, but she had been injured countless times, stabbed by thousands of white-hot laser cannon fire, skewed by a series of shells, and charred by the blazing ion flames.
These attacks kept rushing towards her, flying among the deadly energy shot at her by the battleship looming in the distance.
Although there is no way out, Ursa Major has never stopped shooting, even when it is approaching her finish.
Her hull was dilapidated, with flames and blood leaking, immersed in the sky of artillery fire, driving her old engine to continue locking the battleships around her.
When all the escorts turned into dust, and the remnants of the last frigate capsized with sparks and smoke, she was already fighting alone, a gray island in a sea of steel and death.
Suddenly, the turret in front of the Ursa Major let out a last roar, pouring a rapid and fierce flame of hatred onto an enemy warship.
All the remaining energy was given to this shelling, shattering the Void Shield with a pure and unstoppable energy.
The shield of the plundering ship was overloaded, and cracks appeared on the ship's body that could be seen with naked eyes, and he was shaking and hiding to the side.
This blow is powerful, but the end point of the Ursa Major is about to come.
The huge body of the Heart of Hate passed through slowly scattered fragments like a deep sea beast, appeared from the shadows, ready to open fire.
The Ursa turned slowly. Although it was unbelievable, the staggering armed transport ship still discovered the approaching danger in a timely manner under the dilemma of rapid oxygen leakage and energy loss like a torrent.
On each deck, the surviving crew members bear the burden of survival, and a heroic story is staged just to prevent the ion engine from exploded or the collapse of the internal hull.
Gaman Heini, the first mate who was affectionately called the "Old Fisherman" by the crew, was the only survivor of the bridge collapse and was also directing the crumbling transport ship.
He was going to use another volley of shots to hit the invaders. Although he knew that there would be no gain this time, he was still determined to fight until the last drop of blood.
But he still regretted looking at a communication array. The officers in charge were dead, and the blood stained the operating board red. For half an hour after the enemy launched the attack, they tried to send signals to the nearby imperial power, but the communication was disturbed by something. No matter how the technicians tried their best, they could not send a communication.
The Star Words couldn't count on him, and he was unconscious before the attack began.
In the void, the Honour maintains its course, ruthless and smooth.
In order to ensure completeness, the Red Pirate's warship erected his cannons with cold precision, determined to solve all this with the most ruthless and simplest way.
He was in place, and then his firepower was fully opened, illuminating the void.
When the strong light dissipated, the Ursa Major, whose keel was hit, rolled in extreme pain, as if trying to get rid of this damage.
The last shield disintegrated and lost its vitality, and a series of explosions occurred on the port side, like a twisted flaming snake against the backdrop of the dark universe.
There is no greater threat to this ship now.
On the command bridge, 62-year-old Gaman Heini was trying to break free from the messy steel frame around him, dragging his blood-soaked body back to the console.
All screen images have failed, and the life circulation system has stopped operating with trembling, putting the surviving crew completely under the threat of suffocation and cold.
He looked around and tried to discover something before the light spear destroyed all this commanded by him.
There is nothing, the soul of the machine has long been cold and silent.
The eldest mate raised his head and his eyes passed through the plasticized glass on the physical universe observation mirror. Finally, he saw that the blood-colored hull of the heart of hatred was passing through his vision, clearing all kinds of damaged obstacles in front of him.
When the explosion from the bottom approached his position, smashed everything remaining, and shot the wreckage into the distant and empty universe, Gaman Heini quietly watched the coming death.
Suddenly, a strange feeling spread from his knees and rose inside him, causing his shoulders to tighten and his bloody teeth to appear - a deep contempt for his enemies hiding in the dark.
"The emperor's punishment will come to you."
He roared, while the final explosion was ignited and the void poured into the cabin.
"You heretics, traitors, cowards!"
Watching the destruction of the imperial transport fleet, Garmozej (Salpton) felt a warm satisfaction rippling in his body. He had never felt so good, especially since... well, well, in fact, there have been various complex emotions over the years, and some of them have only appeared recently.
He sat on the command seat of the heart of hatred bridge, his mutated body half lying, his beautifully decorated helmet had been taken off, and he was watching the last wreckage spinning in the void.
In fact, it was a complete accident to collide with this transport fleet, but fortunately they eliminated the enemy in time and did not let the enemy send out the message for help.
He briefly thought about the "cargo" in the ship, how many they have, what can they do, where they go?
When I thought that these materials might all belong to the Astral Knights and were equipped with Soshiyan, I felt a greater satisfaction from the heart.
"Sir, there are no survivors."
A sound came from below, and he looked down and saw an officer standing on the golden steps leading to the podium, ready to accept the order.
Garmozejie looked at him with an interesting look—not feeling so good for weeks.
"Do you know where we are going?"
"grown ups?"
"Answer me."
The officer seemed confused.
"Sorry, I don't know, sir."
Garmozejie laughed and patted the joints of his mutated lower limbs, saying:
"certainly."
In his eyes, this officer did not look like a soldier should have. He was short, thin, hard and pale.
But he is very clever, which is the potential that Garmozejie values the most.