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People were in good spirits on the happy occasion, just as Gavin watched the steady stream of transport planes flying down from the sky, transporting a large number of civilians and criminals to the Calradia Training Canyon to fill the manpower of the Warden Warband.

Above the stars, two Gladius-class frigates patrolling the borders of the Darnell Star Domain encounter a strange wrecked ship that is being attacked by five pirate ships.

It was a stocky ship, eight kilometers long and five kilometers wide, with a large number of plasma cannons and a laser cannon that fired high-energy lasers to cut through pirate warships, but unfortunately most of these two cannons were in a broken state, so that this unknown ship, which was comparable in size to an Imperial battleship, was robbed by several pirate ships that could only sail within the planet.

At that time, the commander of this patrol fleet took a look and analyzed the construction style of this ship, and knew that this was a ship and not a thing of the human empire, because the ships belonging to the empire, whether they were civilian merchant ships or military frigates, there would inevitably be landmark buildings on the top floor-the Imperial Church, and even the professional battle motherships of the interstellar war group were no exception, even if the belief dogma of the interstellar marines was different from that of the imperial state religion, but tens of thousands of years have passed, and the imperial state religion is still helpless. It can only adopt the strategy of being out of sight and out of mind.

Faced with this scene, the commander of the patrol fleet immediately ordered two Gladius-class frigates to rush forward, surrounded the pirates and aliens, and issued an extremely domineering announcement, announcing that this was the hunting ground of the Warbend, demanding that both sides surrender immediately, or else immediately deliver a devastating blow.

Threatened, the five pirate ships that were attacking the alien fleet immediately stopped and sent out a communication.

"Captain, there's a communication request."

The signal corpsman stood up and reported to the middle-aged captain of the flagship, who was draped in a navy overcoat and hung the rank of lieutenant commander on his shoulders.

"Come in, let me hear what the pirates are going to say."

Captain Douglas stroked the hair on his forehead and said in high spirits.

Douglas, who is the captain of a frigate of the Starwars fleet, has no reason not to be upset recently, and there is no reason not to be angry.

As a civilian-turned-fleet commander, Douglas was both fortunate and unlucky.

Fortunately, he was able to pass the examination of the Naval Academy and successfully graduated from it, but fortunately, his grades were only excellent, and without excellence, he would not be able to own a ship for him to command as soon as he graduated, like those noble children with backgrounds.

Now the scale of the Imperial Navy is of course very large, a large number of frigates and cruisers have been cast, and they have been filled into the endless battlefield as cannon fodder, becoming an expensive firework, but there are too many naval commanders who have graduated from the Imperial Naval Academy, even if the Empire has frigates produced every moment, and naval commanders have sacrificed every moment, but this consumption rate is far from keeping up with the number of graduates every year.

And Douglas is one of them, he entered school as a teenager, then as a cadet in his youth, interned on a frigate, and then graduated with difficulty in middle age, and after graduation, he was unemployed.

Douglas didn't want to waste his skills in the days when there were no ships allocated, so he went to Terra's spaceport every day to see the mighty warships that made him drool, and this habit lasted for three years, and even the sentries on duty in the spaceport were familiar with him.

And the sky paid off, and when the spaceport sentry who had befriended him quietly told him that there was an interstellar warband with a new ship, but no captain, Douglas realized that his opportunity had come.

If he waited for the Imperial Navy to allocate ships, Douglas didn't know that he wouldn't have the opportunity to get on the ship until the Year of the Monkey, and becoming the captain of the merchant ronin was something Douglas disdained, and the logistics fleet such as the transport ship belonged to the pension fleet, and Douglas didn't want to go, and the new ships were occupied by those outstanding graduates and noble children with backgrounds, and graduates like Douglas who couldn't get up or down were probably the most embarrassing.

Therefore, when Douglas hurriedly ran home that day, changed into the best naval officer clothes, put on all his medals and tassels, and dressed himself up brightly, Douglas hurriedly ran to the station of the starring group with a new ship and recommended himself.

At that time, Gavin was about to go out, but was blocked by Douglas, and after saving this frizzy guy who was almost killed by Joe, Gavin was also interested in this guy who dared to stand in the way, and also gave him a chance to accept the test of the director of the Ruiz think tank. And now, Douglas has also taken the opportunity to become the captain of a gladiator-class frigate. And now, every month, Douglas receives a number of letters from afar, all of them are unambitious contemporaries, trying to get a position in Douglas's hands.

Therefore, Douglas is full of gratitude to Jiawen, and he also cherishes his hard-won opportunity, and he is very attentive to his patrol work, and now he has the opportunity to catch a few pirates to make meritorious contributions, how can Douglas let it go.

"Salad ......"

After the projector in front of Douglas shook, a dark-faced, sharp-beaked man appeared on the projector, and when he saw Douglas, his eyes lit up and he said in an unskilled High Gothic.

"My name is Lambert, and I'm a ronin merchant in the Omar system, sir, what are you sending fleets to surround our caravans that pay taxes for the Empire? We're all Imperial merchants with merchant qualifications! ”

"Huh? Merchant? ”

Douglas looked sarcastic.

"I've never seen a merchant caravan with such a weapon of destruction as the Imperial Navy's torpedoes, if you are a trader, what are you doing with this kind of thing, preparing for a rebellion, to attack the Imperial ports and transports?

Also, the batteries on your five ships have crossed the line, and there seems to be a lot of prohibited equipment on them, how should you explain them? ”

"O conscience of heaven and earth! Sir. ”

He picked up a Ronin Merchant Qualification Certificate and put it on the projector, showed it to Douglas, and then picked up a Letter of Authorization from the Governor of the Ouma System, which was juxtaposed with the Ronin Merchant Qualification.

"Look, sir, this is a testament from the Empire, and besides, we're not pirates, we're serving the Empire's allies in the Titium's perimeter raids, the Aliens, the Artisans."

"Craftsman ???"