Chapter 142 (1/2)

Chapter 142

Orders

Time: Day 15 (The day after the Invader fleet was destroyed.)

Positioning fighter group 192… fighter group 192 positioned. All fighter groups have been relocated. a.n.a.lyzing… Combat efficiency is rated at 99.97%. Combat efficiency cannot be improved without instantaneous communication. Computing combat readiness of privateers… Privateers’ combat readiness is 9,528.028%.

Error. Privateer combat readiness far exceeds that of previous projections. a.n.a.lyzing error in projections… Error found. Resources of Privateers far exceeds that which was identified earlier.

Privateers have managed to construct a fleet of unknown s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps. a.n.a.lyzing structure of s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps. Predicting threat level of fleet… Error. s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p cannot be a.n.a.lyzed. Unknown weapons and power sources have been used. Threat level uncla.s.sified.

In order to identify threat level, weapons must be verified. Ordering privateers to demonstrate weapons of their s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps…

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Lucas had, at first, been angry about the mechs helping them move the dirt. That was, until he realized something. The amount of dirt he had asked for them to move was only the amount needed for one ARD.

Now that there were ten ARDs, the amount of dirt needed would increase by a lot. Aslo and Chu Shen were running themselves ragged keeping up with just one ARD, much less ten of them. It would be better if the mechs took over that job for them. They were far more efficient then Aslo and Chu Shen could ever be. Especially since they were robots and didn’t need to take a break.

Chu Shen was busy training, using the abundant radiation left over from the solar flare. Aslo and Chrissa were busy talking to each other. Lucas was keeping an eye on the machinery while playing solitaire mentally. The three mechs were busy walking back and forth between the ARDs and the huge pit they had dug out using their four arms.

The mech that was busy loading the ARDs with dirt paused. Dumping the unloaded dirt on the ground, it walked over to Lucas. Lucas didn’t notice the mech, absorbed as he was with his card game. That is, until it started speaking.

“Privateer. I have an issue with the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps you are building.” The sudden voice so close to him caused Lucas to jump up. Realizing what a fool he made of himself, Lucas immediately tried to act casual. Unfortunately, Aslo had seen him.

“What is it Lucas? Afraid of a voice?” Aslo teased him a bit.

“Oh shut up Aslo!” Lucas yelled at him. Then he turned back to the mech. “You mentioned a problem you had with the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps. What is the problem exactly?”

“I cannot cla.s.sify the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps you have. The weapons are unknown. Until the weapons’ exact nature has been determined, all attempts at a.s.similating them into pre-existing strategies are pointless.”

Lucas grinned. “Of course they’re unknown. I brought the plans from another dimension, so it would be weird if you actually knew what they were.”

“According to the contract you previously signed, you cannot refuse a military order without having your privateer license revoked. In accordance with this agreement, I order you to demonstrate your s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps’ capabilities.”

Lucas grinned. “Alright then.” He turned towards everyone. “Hey guys! Tin man over here wants us to demonstrate the fleet’s weaponry. How about we show it to him!”