In the cockpit of the spaceship, Laura rubbed her temples with a bit of a headache.

That's right, she was stumped by the ship's operating system.

This spaceship was originally a transport ship used by the pirates to transport supplies and hostages, in the previous war, Laura only took less than ten minutes to bomb all three combat ships except this transport ship into cosmic dust, and the pirate crew on the transport ship saw that the situation was not good, and they boarded the escape pod to escape in all directions.

Laura didn't have the grace to hunt them down one by one, but took care of a few unlucky ghosts who fled in her direction, and then boarded the transport ship without hindrance.

When she boarded the ship, she realized that not only did it look tattered on the outside, but the interior of the hull was in disrepair, with patches all over the bulkheads, only one of the four power compartments barely functioning, and two of the three thrusters scrapped.

The control system is even more rudimentary, not to mention autopilot, not even the most basic star map navigation ability of an interstellar spaceship is not available, and the location marked with the communication module is also empty, and the traces should have been forcibly broken and taken away by brute force.

"Alas~"

Looking at the console in front of her with a cracked screen, damaged and missing buttons, and exposed wires inside, Laura sighed, how happy she was when she beat up those interstellar pirates who didn't know whether she was alive or dead ten minutes ago, and how melancholy she was now.

"This... Honorable Lord, is there anything I can do to help you? ”

A timid voice sounded from behind Laura, who spoke the interstellar lingua franca, although the accent was a little strange, but it didn't sound too difficult to the ears of Laura, who had taught herself for a while, and there was no problem with daily communication.

"Carlil, I'm trying to figure out how to get this old antique moving, it's in such a bad condition, it looks like a pile of scraped scraps of space junk."

Laura held her chin and felt melancholy for the refugees, including the young man named Karil.

The wrecked transport ship and the miscellaneous cargo in its hold were of little value to Laura.

If she was the only one, she would have left directly after cleaning up those interstellar pirates, and now she can fly out of the speed of light with all her strength, and there is a white house space, Laura doesn't have to worry about the lack of energy at all, and the ability to absorb star energy makes it possible for her to supplement it when passing by some stars.

But the problem lies with the refugees, most of whom are unlucky people who have encountered the pirates on their interstellar voyages, and their ships have either been destroyed, dismantled or hauled away for sale, and they themselves have been caught here to be sold.

The races of these refugees are also varied, including humanoids like Carlil, but many more are bizarre, some look like plants, some look like animals, some look like stones, and even the whole one is an oversized single-celled creature, green like a slime.

In this regard, Laura can only say that the universe is so big, it is really wonderful, and she has seen this wave for a long time.

Unfortunately, none of these strange-looking interstellar refugees are capable of astronautics on their own, and once they leave the battered transport ship, they will die.

What's more, these refugees, who were treated as commodities by the pirates, lived in extremely poor conditions, and were thrown into the cold and dry space like garbage when they couldn't survive.

"Hmm... Well, well, this ship was actually cobbled together by those pirates, and most of the parts were scraps that were removed from our ship and couldn't be sold. ”

After some deliberation, Carlil had the courage to say this.

"Generous Crab!"

The incredulous Laura exploded directly, and although Carlil, who was guarding the door, couldn't understand English, he was sure that it wasn't a good word.

"Bang!"

With a loud muffled thud and a shaking of the hull, the last thruster of the Patchwork declared a permanent strike as it launched itself.

"Blanch!"

Laura watched from the porthole as the lump of red and black tail flames flew into the void like an Indian missile, and couldn't help but say another word of tone.

"What's that... The thruster that flew away seemed to be one of the ones that had been removed from the interstellar commuter ship I was on earlier. ”

Carlil gave an embarrassed but polite smile.

He reminded Laura that he had provided the information about the star field he was in.

"Mr. Carlil, I remember you said before that you were a crew member on an interstellar commuter ship, right? Will you pilot this spaceship? ”

"Yes, I have an E-class cargo ship pilot's license."

"Can you discern the course without a navigation aid?"

"Yes, we memorized the nearby interstellar road signs during the induction."

"How long does it take to leave for Sandar now?"

"Uh... Let me think... If calculated at the normal speed of a commuter spaceship, it would take about three standard hours. ”

"Great! You're at the helm! I'll come when I go! ”

"Huh? But the ship's thrusters have just flown away?! ”

Laura didn't say anything more, got up and dragged Carlil to the driver's seat, and then quickly left the cockpit herself.

She didn't have time or mind to think about why a crew member of an interstellar passenger spaceship had a cargo spaceship pilot's license, he said he would!

Before Carlil, who was pressed into the seat, turned his mind, Laura, who had gone around the bottom warehouse, returned to the cockpit.

"Your Excellency, I don't understand..."

Before Carlil could finish speaking, Laura threw him a black thing, and then turned into an afterimage and disappeared again.

He glanced down at what he was holding, and saw that it was a tattered head-mounted communicator that smelled strangely sour.

Although he didn't know what the Savior was doing for him, Carlil still subconsciously put it on his head, and Laura's somewhat distorted voice soon came from the communicator:

"Zizizi-hey, hey, hey? Can you hear me? I'm going to start pushing! ”

At the same time, Carlil felt a strong push back feeling, which was the transport ship speeding up rapidly! Fortunately, although his brain did not react, his body had already begun to act according to muscle memory, and subconsciously turned on the ship's life-support device, while steadily grasping the shaking joystick.