Chapter 3: The Wanderer

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It is a two-kilometer starship, with a slender shape and dark gray livery, like a sharp blade ready to attack, hiding a terrifying killing machine.

"At 0:37:07 on the ship, the ship was out of the state of over-migration. There are no anomalies in the systems, and no external threat forces have been detected. ā€

It was as if the monitor had announced his lung capacity, and the entire bridge was filled with his reports.

Jessica. Edward, a beautiful woman dressed as a lieutenant colonel in the Space Force, was sitting upright in the command chair in the center of the bridge. Her gaze was sharp, and her shoulder-length blonde curls couldn't hide the aggressive momentum on her body.

"How many times have I said it, don't be so verbose in the future. I don't want to hear superfluous things that can be expressed in a normal way. ā€

"However, the Controller Ordinance requires ......"

"Don't follow the regulations, this is a warship, we are in a vacuum that can kill people at any time, we will do it according to the regulations, we don't need you, I just need to find an intelligent machine?"

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ It's ......", very reluctantly, the monitor agreed, and his loud voice was suppressed and lost his previous momentum.

Jessica frowned slightly, her eyes constantly searching the wide-area monitor and electronic sandbox.

After dozens of seconds, her face became more and more ugly. The staff officers noticed that the grumpy captain was in a state of seizure, and one by one they craned their necks, praying that the wrath of the female demon would not befall them.

"Something is wrong! What do you think? ā€

"......", the loud voice monitor who was asked looked confused.

"Captain's question! Don't stand stupidly. A kind reminder from a well-wisher.

The burly monitor has an eventful expression on his face, and then he changes his face to an innocent face.

"Hehe, yes, yes! Something is not right! ā€

"Oh, you agree with me? So, what's wrong? ā€

Facing the forced gaze of the beautiful big blue eyes, the big man broke out in a cold sweat.

Jessica glared at her subordinates viciously, and said in a tone that seemed to be both self-talking and preachy: "Two Ruida-class frigates disappeared after giving the attack signal. Prior to this, they were preparing to seize the suspected pirate transport ship. We set off as soon as we received the signal and arrived here in less than five hours. With all of this in mind, isn't it time to see something, or find some traces? What happened to friendly ships? And what about pirate ships? The so-called attack was done by pirates? Or is someone at the right time? Nothing is the biggest anomaly. ā€

Facing the silent bridge, Jessica looked helpless.

"Well, since no one has any other opinions. I ordered the whole ship to be in combat readiness for the second level. Authorize investigative departments to use expendable equipment such as probes. Requirements, find the whereabouts of friendly forces within two hours. ā€

Five minutes later, the alarm sounded inside the ship. The starship is put into combat readiness.

"Hair ...... Suspected frigate-class armor plates were found. Signs of battle appear in areas L2 to L15 and S6. The identity of the specific combatants is yet to be seen..."

"Wait for a fart! The frigate here, not those two imbeciles, who will be. It's true, even death doesn't give me peace of mind, this lost battle, can't even send a message, saying that imbeciles are all lifting them. ā€

Jessica slapped the arm of her chair vigorously, and the people around her were silent. Everyone understands in their hearts that this incident, as the chief inspector of the area, she will not be able to escape the consequences. The point is that most of the frigate formations are recruits, and many of them are children of upper-class people with backgrounds. They are small in number, but their impact is profound. These second-generation officials and rich second-generation who wanted to use the training of recruits to gild, their lives are very valuable. In the unlikely event that something goes wrong with them, it can be expected that the top brass of the Space Force will never let go of the chief security officer in this area.

In less than half an hour, the reconnaissance boat found evidence that it was confirmed to be the Ruida 3 ship, and the atmosphere on the ship became tense. This means that the last trace of luck has been eliminated, and the frigate formation has been destroyed in this area, and the hundreds of officers and men in the formation are estimated to be more than lucky. The even more terrifying conclusion is that there is a dangerous enemy in this area capable of destroying two frigates.

Regardless of the identity of the enemy, the Wanderer is now in danger.

Short intelligence messages changed the atmosphere inside the cruiser. Previously, the starship's top brass were all worried, while the junior officers and soldiers were in the mood of watching a good show. It's not that the officers and soldiers at the bottom are unbearable, but because of human nature, it's just that they don't care about themselves.

The moment you foresee a powerful enemy, everything changes. From top to bottom, everyone was threatened, and no one on the cruiser could stay out of it.

Jessica ordered the Wanderer to go into combat mode, all dressed in combat suits, and the manned cabin was forcibly filled with accelerotech.

The wreckage of the Ruida 2, as well as a dry assault boat, was subsequently found. The pitch-black void was so peaceful, it was hard to imagine that there had been a life-and-death battle here a few hours ago.

Jessica fidgeted in the command chair, and she behaved more violently than usual. At every turn, someone is scolded by him.

Interestingly, because of the absence of her, the soldiers' fear of unknown enemies has decreased a lot.

"Reconnaissance Bureau, you are just a group of dry food, where is the enemy? I want to see the evidence of the enemy's existence, I want to see the intelligence of the enemy ship, immediately, immediately! ā€

"Yes! Yes Captain, we are working on it. ā€

"Effort? With such a little bit of information, I don't even know who the enemy is, the number of troops and the configuration of firepower, what do you want you to do! ā€

Jessica couldn't care less about posing in the command chair. To hell with the legendary commander whose face does not change as the Great War approaches. She's really anxious now. She didn't care about the lives of those young masters and young ladies, anyway, she had already offended people at the top, otherwise how could the dignified head of the Jupiter Command Academy be mixed into the mere garrison fleet.

She cares only about the enemy. In her defense area, where she is responsible, there is an enemy who can retreat after being ravaged with her whole body, which is something she cannot tolerate.

On the other hand, she is also staggering in her ability to fight the enemy. She knows the combat power of the space pirates in the asteroid belt. They are all rabble people who rely on old or retired equipment and bully the weak and fear the hard. It would be unbelievable for any of them to dare to confront the Space Force head-on, let alone eat a frigate detachment so cleanly. In her opinion, it would definitely not be the Space Pirate who did it.

The enemy must be a more professional duty army.

So who, exactly, and where did the army come from, that would suddenly appear in the asteroid belt, and what was their purpose?

For a while, a thousand things made her dizzy, and even the best scolding seemed weak.

"With the ability of the Wanderer, although it can defeat the Ruida detachment, it is basically impossible to do it so neatly. Charles and Lis, although unbearable, are also captains of the regular army, and they must kill the frigate detachment they cooperate with in command, unless there is a huge gap in combat power. ā€

Two hours later, Jessica was lying on the table with her feet on the table without any image, and she was already tired.

"Considering only the level of comments, the system simulates a variety of possible outcomes, and requires a whole destroyer detachment, or a fast cruiser detachment, to kill the slippery frigate formation in seconds on the premise of a successful sneak attack. It is impossible for pirates to have such combat power, and I tend to be the regular army, the question is, how can such a huge military force escape the warning network of the outer solar system and run to the middle solar system. Unless ......"

Speaking of this, the combat staff officer's face changed, and his voice became hesitant.

"Unless what? Is there anything else that could make the situation even more out of control? Jessica looked uneasy, she hated those who wanted to talk and stop talking.

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Perhaps, the outer solar system has fallen......"

The combat staff officer deliberately lowered his voice. However, his caution was pointless, and the female captain fell from her chair to attract everyone's attention.

"Don't talk about this kind of thing sooner! Communications non-commissioned officer, immediately send an interdimensional communication to warn the fleet headquarters that it may be invaded by external powers. The Intelligence Bureau released a reconnaissance boat to make a detour in different directions, and it was necessary to pass on the information. Hum! I'm not like those two pieces of shit, who want to kill me quietly, and there is no door. ā€

After Jessica gave the order, the alarm sounded throughout the ship. The Rover ends standby and switches to BATTLEMODE.