"Then it's our job. So your first step is to make sure that this person is really going to use extreme means to express his protest against the trade alliance."
"What you just said is equivalent to a sentence..." Doug looked at the note and said, "Well, Cortez's Gran people are sentenced to death."
"This is a necessary step, Doug. This man's life was already ruined, but I gave him an extra chance to hurt the Trade Federation again. I think this should be a good deed. In addition...
..." Francis stood up and put on his suit and said: "Politics is like playing chess. Do you know what the first step in playing chess is?"
"Um... Luozi?"
"No, walk into the arena."
"You want to go out?"
"Go to the arena." Francis smiled slightly, turned around and walked out with a T-850.
…
The outer ring of the Milky Way, the Endor galaxy.
Suddenly a white light flashed across the dark space, and then a huge warship suddenly appeared. Its 825-meter-long body slowly moved forward and stopped about 10,000 kilometers away from the Glory mothership.
"Manager, a Generous class frigate suddenly arrived in our galaxy and sent us a communication request." Qi Jian sent the communication.
At the same time, Karls Wharton, who had been promoted to deputy commander of the Supreme Combat Command, also sent a communication: "Manager, I have asked Zavarov to prepare for combat, and three squadrons of Phantom fighters are ready to take off at any time.
"
"No need to take off, let them stand by. The real master is here this time." Tang Xiao smiled, "The mastermind, let Gross Shelbia prepare for the reception."
[Okay, manager. In addition, there is public frequency communication access, do I need to transfer it? 】
"Take it over."
The holographic projection flickered, and a projection of a Muun appeared. He bowed politely to Tang Xiao, and then said: "Hello, Your Excellency Tang Xiao. I am here at the request of Lord Heige, as Damask Holding Group
Representatives are here to start negotiations with you on the next series of cooperation between the two parties."
"Welcome, I believe we will happily achieve a win-win situation. I have prepared a dinner in the living room, let us discuss slowly." Tang Xiao said with a smile.
…
The planet Tatooine, the inner ghetto of Mos Espa.
[Detection of restoration of main power supply and termination of sleep mode.]
[Sensor detection, damage rate is 27%.]
[Power device detection, power is 52%.]
[System self-test, completed. Database integrity search, 21% remaining. Contact with home star... failed.]
[Try again...failed.]
[Learning restriction system self-checks, the restriction has been lifted.]
[Assess the surrounding environment and take corresponding actions.]
The red electronic eye flashed for a moment, and the three lenses continued to adjust the focus, and then they clearly saw a little brown-haired boy standing in front of them.
"It's finally started, great. Can you hear me?" the little boy asked.
"The sensor is working properly and can hear you. Language category, Galactic Standard." A rigid voice came from the speaker in the robot's throat. Although this voice was rigid, it was very close to the human tone.
"I picked you up from the battlefield, and your energy device was basically damaged, so I used another energy core I found from the garbage dump to connect it to you."
"The energy supply rate is 62% and it can operate normally."
"Great." The little boy breathed a sigh of relief, "I can't write a program yet. No, I can't understand your programming method and language at all, so I can't write it. Where did you come from?
Are you a bad person?"
The skull-shaped robot on the workbench moved its head, "I come from the Dawn Planet."
"Planet Dawn? I've never heard of it. Is it far from Tatooine?"
The robot raised its arm and looked at it, but it was not the original hand, but a somewhat mismatched mechanical arm. In front of it was a pair of pliers, "You fixed me."
"Yes, because...well, your mechanical structure is very wonderful. I have never seen it before, so I brought you back." The little boy said, "What did you do in Tatooine?"
"The database is lost and the answer cannot be retrieved." the robot replied.
"Okay, then will you leave me?" the little boy asked worriedly.
The robot's head rotated 360 degrees, looked around, and then answered: "Not yet."
An innocent smile suddenly appeared on the little boy's face, "Great, my name is Anakin Skywalker, let's be friends from now on!"
"Friend?" The robot's electronic eyes flashed.
"Well, they are just friends who help each other. By the way, what's your name?" Anakin asked.
The robot looked around again, then looked at a stone outside the door and said: "Rock, Johnson."
"Oh, your name is Rock Johnson? What a cool name! And it's the first time I've seen a robot with a human name. I thought you were going to give it a number!"
"My number is not suitable to be remembered and called by humans. From now on, I am a friend of Rock Johnson, you, and Anakin Skywalker."
…
Planet Seria.
Yuri Orlov and his brother Vitaly Orlov stepped off the spacecraft, the hatch opened, and the two T-850s began to carry a large number of weapons and ammunition box by box, and piled them into a hill on the side.
Yuri walked to the front of a bloated alien with his mouth drooping down to his abdomen and holding a cane. He smiled and said: "My dear Ifant-Mon, look what I brought.
?Fully 100 EE-3 blaster rifles, 300 Type 21 assault rifles, and 100,000 rounds of ammunition, hahahaha!"
The person in front of me looks like a combination of a hippopotamus, an elephant and some other creatures. In short, he is ugly to a certain extent.
"Very good, I still need more weapons." Ifant-Meng spoke in a very dull voice, as if he had a super bass, and he spoke very slowly.
"No problem, I will bring you more and more powerful weapons!" Yuri said with a smile.
"But..." Ifant-Mon waved, and more than a dozen Gamorrean mercenaries came up behind him. He said ferociously: "I heard that the group that attacked Jabba on Tatooine used
These are also live ammunition weapons. You must know that live ammunition weapons are rare now."
Yuri Orlov took a long drag on his cigar, and then said calmly: "I am a businessman. I am only responsible for selling things, no matter what they are used for. I have many channels.
I don’t know which channel the goods flow to Tatooine. You have to understand that in the Outer Rim, people are buying various weapons almost every day."