991: Damage

"I was a teacher at first. My father was killed when I was a kid, and by the time I was twelve, my mother was on the verge of bankruptcy. There was a man who had been helping us, Mr. Merrickett, an Abyssinian. I don't know how he fell into the school of our place, but he lived for us and what he taught. We could feel this, and he made our brains active...I'm not sure if he gave me any special care. I just started thinking, reading, and then discussing, practicing, which caused me a lot of trouble. In the end, I could only escape to Mars - don't mention the method I used...Yes, in the long run, he really gave me special care."

"Look," she laughed under her helmet, "It's not that difficult to remove the mask."

"What do you mean?" he asked, "I just want to satisfy you."

"We're probably going to die, Charles, but I can understand part of you from these words. I'm beginning to understand why you are such a person and the one hiding under the surface. For example, why people in the solar system say you are an honest person, but value money very much; why you are always fierce and never wear well, even if they are suitable for you; why you hide your possessiveness and put on a cold look of "If you don't want to listen to me, just do whatever you want." And-"

"Stop! After listening to these scattered trivial matters when I was a child, are you going to do psychoanalysis for me?"

"Oh, no, no. That's ridiculous. But from the way you tell these facts, I understand you a little. You're like a lone wolf, just wanting to find a nest of your own."

"Enough!"

"I'm glad you can-I won't keep asking questions, and I won't even go on in the future unless you want me to do that." Chi Yun obviously wanted to say more when she was awake, and she continued to whisper, "I really miss the animals on Earth. I didn't expect this to happen. My parents have goldfish and singing birds at home. When I was in Paris, I raised a cat with Jacques. It was not until we got so far that I realized that other species of animals accounted for such a huge part of our world.

Crickets on summer nights, dancing butterflies, hummingbirds hovering in the air, various fish that jump out of the water, sparrows on the streets and alleys, horses with soft noses that exude warm breath - do you think β-3 has animals like the earth?"

The impact occurred.

Due to the limited time, the impact cannot be buffered. The energy field that maintains the acceleration pressure in the cabin cannot maintain its precise balance. The designer of the computer program retains a loop to stop the system, otherwise the system will be destroyed by positive feedback.

Therefore, the crew on the spacecraft felt the change of gravity. Just as everyone was pressed under a giant, almost everyone felt difficulty breathing and had dark vision. People sweated like pulsation, their hearts were pulsating, and their pulses were heavier than usual. At the same time, the metal material on the spacecraft moaned, as if they were about to be torn apart.

At the beginning of the design of the spacecraft, it did not consider that it would withstand such a major blow, so its safety factor was not high: a spacecraft with a higher safety factor would also have a larger mass, which is unacceptable. The spacecraft itself can only absorb hydrogen atoms in space. To it, interstellar dust is like a meteorite. Of course, due to the extremely high speed of the spacecraft, it only takes a few minutes to pass through this thin nebula; but from another perspective, due to the extremely high speed, the thin nebula is no longer thin, it is almost like a solid wall.

The spacecraft's external protective force field absorbs solid matter brought about by gas turbulence, effectively protecting the spacecraft itself, but it cannot eliminate the tension that slows the spacecraft. The reaction force inevitably acts on the force field itself, as well as the force field generators and controllers placed in the spacecraft's shell.

The metal frame shrinks; the electronic components melt. The low-temperature liquid flows out of the broken container and immediately boils and dissipates.

Therefore, a thermonuclear engine was turned off. From the perspective of stars, things were different. What they saw was that an object with extremely fast speed and extremely high density collided with a thin dark mass of matter. The strong magnetic fluid force grabbed a large number of hydrogen atoms, gathered, compressed, and then ionized, and finally caused it to undergo a large-scale fusion reaction. High-intensity radiation burst out. High-speed objects emitted a fire like a meteor. Over the hour passed through the nebula, it dug a channel in the nebula. The diameter of this channel was much larger than the diameter of the high-speed object itself, which was caused by the shock wave that stormed outwards. This oscillation wave continued to expand outwards, destroying the original stability of the nebula and causing the matter in the nebula to condense into small pieces.

If there was a star system in this nebula, it would never be able to take shape now. The invader flew away. It did not lose much speed. It began to accelerate again and gradually narrowed and flew towards more distant stars.

Raymont struggled to wake up. He shouldn't be in a coma for a long time. But maybe it's really long? No sound can be heard. Was he deaf? Or maybe the air has overflowed from the hole in the bulkhead? Has the shielding field failed? Has he been killed by the high-energy gamma ray?

No, that's not the case. When he listened intently, he distinguished the familiar leaping beat of the engine. He saw the neon light on the operating panel stably

With light, the gravity under the body also returned to twice the normal gravity, and at least most of the automatic control systems on the spacecraft are still working normally.

"What a damn farce," he heard himself say, the voice was very strange, as if it was coming from a distant place, "We have to keep working."

He tried hard to untie the safety belt. His muscles were trembling, and bursts of pain came. It seemed that a drop of blood was flowing in his mouth, and the smell was salty. Maybe it was a drop of sweat? Don't think so much. The most important thing is to move the body. He slowly untie the constraints, took off his helmet, sniffed the smell in the air - a slight burning smell and ozone smell, which were not particularly serious - and then sighed deeply.

The entire cabin was in a mess. The drawers of the bedside table were all open, and the things inside were flying everywhere, but nothing was particularly serious. Chi Yun did not respond to his call. He crossed the various debris scattered on the ground, relaxed her safety belt slightly, then took off his gloves, and pushed the face guard on her helmet up. Her breathing was smooth, without a sharp breath or a giggle, which meant that she was not injured internally. He opened her eyelids and saw that her pupils were very clear. Perhaps she just fainted. He took off his space suit, found his stun pistol, and inserted it into his belt. Others might need help. He walked out of the cabin.

The footsteps of Poris Fedorov came from the stairwell, and it seemed that he was walking down the upper deck. "How is it?" Raymont shouted.

"I'm about to go and see it." The engineer replied impatiently and walked away. Raymont smiled bitterly and pushed open the door of a room.——. It was the half of Yujo Ferrevald. The German man had already taken off his space suit and was sitting dejectedly on his bed. "Set out!" Raymont said.

"I have a great headache! It's like something in my head is about to split my head." Ferrewald protested.

"You promised to join our team. I thought you were a man."

Ferevald glanced at Raymont in anger, but was still inspired by the words and started to act.

The next hour, the officer's mercenary team was very busy. Of course, the people in charge of the control of the spacecraft were even busier. They checked, measured, and discussed with each other in a hurry. This made them almost not notice the pain on their bodies and did not cause panic. But there was no way for scientists and technicians to get rid of it. The spacecraft could work normally at least on the surface, and people did not die. This was a blessing... But why did Trand not issue an announcement? Raymont gathered everyone in public areas and ordered some to make coffee and others to take care of people with severe bruises. After a long time of busyness, he finally had free time and walked towards the bridge.

He stopped for a while on the way to check Chi Yun's current situation. He had seen her several times before. This time she finally woke up and untied her seat belt, but before she took off her space suit, she fell on the bed. Seeing him coming, she seemed to have ignited a little more strength. "Charles." She murmured by his name.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"It hurts so much, I don't have the strength, but--" He quickly helped her take off her space suit, and her rude movements made her feel

Some discomfort. "With this burden removed, you should be able to walk to the gym by yourself." He said, "Dr. Ratwara will check your condition. No one else was seriously injured, and I don't think you would be seriously injured." He gave her a kiss like a dragonfly, "I'm sorry I can't be with you. I have something urgent to do."

He continued to walk towards the bridge. The door of the command room was closed, and he knocked a few times. Fedorov yelled inside: "You can't come in now. Wait until the captain will speak to you later."

"I'm a police officer," Raymont replied.

"Then you should do your duty."

"I've settled the crew. They've woken up from the initial shock, but they're also starting to realize that something is wrong, and in their current situation, anything can make their spirits collapse. If this really happens, maybe we

There is no way to get them back to their original state."

"Tell them, I'll report everything to them soon." Trand's voice wasn't as calm as usual.

"Isn't you the one who should tell you this? Captain? The internal liaison is not broken. You should tell them that you are now evaluating the damage so that you can make an appropriate repair plan. However, Captain, I suggest you let me in first so that I can help you think about how to refuse and explain the disaster to the crew."

The door opened quickly. Fedorov grabbed Raymont's arm and tried to pull him in. Raymont shook him away, which was a judo move, and at the same time, he started to make a pre-hand position. "Don't touch me." He said, then walked into the command room leisurely, turned around and closed the door himself. Fedorov roared and clenched his fists. Lindgren hurried to him, "Don't do this, Poris." She begged, "please."

Russian people let go of their hands. Everyone glared at Raymont in a slight trembling silence: the captain, chief mate, chief engineer, navigation officer and biological system supervisor. His eyes passed over these people. The control panel was severely damaged, many instrument pointers were bent, many display screens were damaged, and the wires were loosened.

"That's all the damage?" he asked, pointing at these things.

"No." said the pilot Boudrao, "these things have spare parts to replace."

Raymont looked at the optical observation mirror, and its compensation circuit was completely damaged. He walked towards the electronic observation mirror again, stretched his head into the shield, and looked at the vast universe.

"It's rushing to go," Luke prompted as he stared at the tracking screen. "Whether it goes, if it recognizes us, it's going to be trouble."

"I want to tell it to be troublesome," declared Solo. "Jowei, interfere with its communications. Start tracking!"

"Let it go." Corrobi said in contemplation, "it has already flown far beyond the range."

"It won't take long to catch up."

In the following minutes, there was a tense atmosphere in the cockpit and no one spoke. All eyes were staring at the tracking screen and the lookout window.

At first, the Imperial fighter made various complex flight actions, trying hard to get rid of the tracking, but they all failed. The cargo ship was surprisingly flexible. It was chasing it and the distance was getting closer. Apparently, the fighter pilot saw that he had got rid of the tracker and drove his tiny engine to the highest gear.

In front, among the stars, a star body became brighter and brighter. Luke frowned. They were flying at high speed, but not so fast that they could increase the brightness of any celestial body at such a speed. There was something strange here.

"It is impossible for such a small fighter to fly into such deep space alone." Solo said.

"It must be participating in escort or something, and finally got lost," Luke speculated.

Solo replied happily, "Hmph, it has no time to report our whereabouts. We can fly above it within a minute or two."

The star in front continues to brighten, and its glow is obviously emitted from the inside, showing an oval outline.

"It's flying towards that little moon," Luke whispered.

"The Empire must have an outpost there," Solo admitted, "but according to the star map, Alderland should have no satellites." He shrugged. "Galaxy science has never been my specialty. I am only interested in the stars and moons that live in customers. But I think I can kill it before it flies back to the base, and it will be within range."

They flew closer and closer. Gradually, the craters and mountains on the moon were vaguely distinguishable, but strangely, the craters were too regular in appearance, the peaks were too vertical, and the canyon was incredibly straight. Unpredictable movements like volcanic eruptions must not cause such a scene.

"That's not the moon," Krobbie took a light breath and said, "that's a cosmic station."

"But the Universe Station is not that big!" Solo retorted. "Look at how big it is! This cannot be artificial - it is absolutely impossible!"

"All this is really weird to me." Luke expressed his thoughts.

Suddenly, the usually calm and composed Corotbi shouted: "Come on the ship! Let's leave here quickly!"

"Yes! I think you are right, old man. Reversal of 180 degrees, Qiao Wei!"

Chobaka quickly adjusted the control knob. The spacecraft seemed to have slowed down and flew in a large arc. The small fighter flew towards the huge zizi station and disappeared into its irresistible huge body.

The spacecraft was dragged by an invisible force and kept trembling. Chobaka squeaked at Solo a few times.

"Start the auxiliary engine!" Solo ordered.

The overloaded instrument whirred loudly in protest. The instruments on the control panel lost control one after another in groups of three or three. No matter how hard it worked, Solo still couldn't stop the huge cosmic station from pressing towards him. It became bigger and bigger, and finally covered the entire sky.

Luke stared at the auxiliary facilities on the Universe Station that were taller than the mountains and the large parabolic line wider than the entire Mos Eisley, asking, "Why are we still flying towards it?"

"It's too late." Krobbie said softly. He glanced at Solo and confirmed his concerns.

"We were captured by one of the gravitational beams - this was the most powerful gravitational beam I've ever experienced. It was pulling us in." The driver whispered.

"You mean you have no choice?" Luke asked. He felt helpless.

Solo studied the reading of the overloaded sensor, nodded, and said, "There is no way to do such a powerful power, and I also drove the horsepower, young man. But the spacecraft could not even achieve a few degrees of deflection at zero, which was useless; I had to turn off the power immediately, otherwise the engine would melt. However, it would be impossible to suck us in like dust without fighting."

He was about to stand up from the driver's chair, but an elderly man's strong and powerful hand was placed on his shoulder, stopping him. The old man showed a worried look, but he was not the cold and desperate expression at the funeral ceremony.

"If it is a battle that cannot be won-then, then my child, besides fighting, has other ways..."

The spacecraft quickly fell toward the Universe Station under the drag of the gravitational beam. The distance was getting closer and closer, and the real size of the Universe Station became more and more obvious. There are artificial metal mountains distributed on the equator of the Universe Station, and the dock with a height of nearly two kilometers stands on its surface, like a finger that means summoning.

Compared with the huge body of Zizhou Station, the "Millennium Falcon" is just a grain of sand that was sucked into one of the steel docks and was finally swallowed by it. The giant metal door immediately closed the dock population, and the cargo spacecraft disappeared inside, as if it had never existed at all.

Vader stared at the colorful array of star bodies on the conference room map. Tartin and Fleet Commander Modi were talking. Interestingly, the first use of the most powerful destruction aircraft in history seemed to have no reflection on the map, and the map represented only a small part of a small galaxy.

It is necessary to enlarge this part of the map before you can see the slight reduction of celestial matter caused by the disappearance of Alderland. Alderland disappeared, along with its many cities, factories, farms and villages and rebels who mingle with it, Vader reminds himself.

Although humans have evolved and mastered the complex techniques of destruction and massacre, their martial arts are still insignificant to this vast universe. If Vader's most ambitious plan is realized, all this will be changed.

He knew very well that Tartin and Modi, who were as raving like monkeys behind him, were smart and motivated, but they could not understand the magnificence of the universe and its wonders. They were talented and ambitious, but when they observed things, they could never get rid of the humble and insignificant frame of human beings. Unfortunately, Vader thought that although they had strong abilities, their horizons were too narrow.

However, they were not the Black Lords, and they could not expect too much from them. These two people are useful at the moment, but they are also dangerous. One day, they will be wiped out like Alderland. However, for the time being, he cannot ignore their opinions. Although he likes to interact with people of equal talent, he has to admit that he has no match yet.

He still turned to face them and cleverly inserted into their conversation. "All the opposite of what the Senator said, Alderan's defense system was as strong as any other defense system in the Empire. I should come to the conclusion that our demonstration was very thorough and impressive."

Tartin turned to him and nodded. "At this moment, we are informing the Senate of our actions, and soon we can destroy their important military bases and declare the demise of the alliance itself. Look, since their main arms supply base, Alderland, has been destroyed, then other planets with disengagement tendencies will soon submit."

An imperial officer walked into the conference room, and Taltin turned around and asked, "What's going on, Cas?"

The officers had a look of unlucky look on their faces as if they had been chosen to tie the bells to the cat's neck. "Governor, the outpost reconnaissance has arrived in Tantuin and flew around it. They found the site of a rebel base... They estimated that the base had been abandoned for a long time, perhaps for many years. They were continuing to conduct extensive reconnaissance on the rest of the system."

Tartin was as if he had been hit by the wind, his anger made his face look like a pomegranate. "She lied, she lied to us!"
To be continued...