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"Di Di Di ~~~~~~~~~~~, there is an external communication band that has sent a contact request."

The dull mechanical sound of the machine soul sounded, alarming the people on the bridge who were concentrating.

"Huh!?"

Captain Jerome, who was busy, heard the voice behind him and was in doubt, and he turned his head to look at the empty position in front of the communication station, and let out a puzzled sound.

"What about people? What about the Communications Officer? He went there. ”

A technician next to him hurriedly put down his work and walked quickly to Captain Jerome.

"Duncan's communications officer was called by the regiment commander just now, and it seems that there is a problem that needs to be confirmed with him."

"That's it!"

Jerome took off his hat and raised his hand to grab the head of the board, his young face looking at the still ringing communication station.

"Then I'll see what's going on! I have communication permissions. ”

After Captain Jerome finished speaking, he got up and walked over and sat down in front of the communication station, and then Captain Jerome reached out and pulled down the joystick on the communication station, and the bright display light lit up.

"Captain Jerome, Captain Dududu~~~~~ permission passed, the communication station is now being opened, there is currently a communication request, whether to connect or not."

"Connect."

Captain Jerome sat on the console, feeling a little thirsty, and beckoned to a mechanical slave and ordered.

"Go, pour me a glass of water."

Hearing this, the assigned mechanical slave bent down respectfully, the hem of his pale blue robe fell to the ground, and then it silently turned away from the place, and went to get a cup and pour water.

"Drop! I'm Captain Jerome of the Warband, and now I'm asking who you are! ”

"Tara~~~~~ connected~~~~~ it's great~~~~ Save ~~~~~~"

It seems that the person on the other side of the communicator didn't expect anyone to respond, and the aimless call was just a comfort or hope, but now when someone really responded to them, they were so excited that they threw the intercom in their hands to the ground.

Soon, Captain Jerome heard the arrogant voice of a man.

"This is the Gerson of the Imperial Navy Patrol Fleet in the Gorla Province of the Navy, and I am the captain of the cruiser Gerson, Major Elvis, and the Imperial nobleman, Baron Elvis, and now I ask you who you are."

Didn't hear what you just said!? Captain Jerome frowned, reached out and took a sip of the water handed over by the mechanical slave in a hurry, and at this time, Elvis in the communicator asked anxiously again, Captain Jerome cleared his throat and said.

"Mmmm~~~~, I'm the captain of the Tempest of the Warbend--Captain Jerome, I just received your communication signal, what is Major Elvis doing now!"

The even more arrogant Jerome seemed to suppress Major Elvis, and his originally high tone suddenly became low, and he spoke cautiously.

"Uh, are you an interstellar warband?"

"That's right, this is the Tempest battle mothership of the Warden Starband, now if you have anything, just say it, don't procrastinate."

Captain Jerome was impatient, this guy's tone just now smelled of a rotten imperial nobleman, thinking that it was definitely not good for him to shout like this now.

Hearing that the captain of an interstellar warband's battle mothership was on the other side of the communicator, Major Elvis, who was originally arrogant, was completely arrogant, and he said in a low voice.

"I~~ I am the captain of the cruiser Gerson of the Imperial Navy, a few days ago when my battleship was on a training mission, there was a rebellion on the battleship, there was an evil heretic who did not know when he mixed up with the Gerson, he used evil witchcraft to confuse most of the sailors, and then killed Gerson's first mate and gunner, Gerson has been captured by the rebels in most of the area, and now only a small part of the engine room and bridge have not been captured. Now, I'm asking the Starwarbands to come back to my ship and weed out those heretics. ”

After listening to Major Elvis's request, Major Jerome did not answer him immediately, but asked a question that was not in the right mouth.

"What is this area now. The star field, the province in the Empire. Get close to that starfield. ”

Major Elvis on the other side was also stunned for a moment, and then after a while, he answered.

"This is the border area of the Gorra Province in the Far Eastern Star Domain, and the coordinates are xxxx-xxxxx, which is relatively close to the Rainstorm Star Domain."

Captain Jerome listened as he opened the Imperial Star Map, and after entering the coordinates of the Star Map he had just obtained to confirm his location, he found that the Tempest only needed to adjust its direction and make a few subspace jumps, and in a few years it would be able to enter the Sun Star Field.

However, what the Storm needs most now is rest, the space engine must get enough rest after a subspace jump, if the engine is forced to work, according to the mechanical non-commissioned officer, the subspace engine's machine soul will be unhappy, and the machine soul is unhappy means a strike.

Therefore, although the Overwatch Warband was in a hurry, it was necessary to take a period of rest to give the mechanical non-commissioned officers time to maintain and recuperate on the engine.

"Hey, Captain Jerome, I'm ......"

Major Elvis on the other side of the communicator began to panic, now his situation is very bad, and for some special reason, he can't contact the headquarters of the Imperial Navy in Gorla Province now, and for some reason, the cruiser Gerson is now in a very remote location, and there are no other Imperial transport ships and merchant ships on this route except for smuggling spaceships, if the interstellar warband on the other side of the communicator does not agree to his request, Major Elvis estimated that he could no longer support the support of the patrol fleet sent by the Imperial Navy, and now his sailors and marines who were still loyal to the Empire were in a very unstable mood, and they might blow him up at any time, so in the face of the only straw, Major Elvis could no longer care about the dignity of the nobles, and he began to plead bitterly.

"Please, Lord Jerome, I am here to beg for your support, I will soon be unable to support it, as long as Lord Jerome can save me, my family will be grateful."

"Okay, send the coordinates, as for whether to save you or not, it's not something I can decide, I'll report this matter, you wait for my reply."

"Thank you, thank you!!"

Major Elvis was grateful, and hurriedly sent a coordinate to the Storm, and then waited for Captain Jerome to turn off the communicator, and couldn't wait to tell his men the good news of the support of the Starwarb, so as to boost their sluggish morale. (To be continued.) )