Chapter 142 Morgan Yang and Husk (1/2)
An old man with white hair and beard was sitting in his wide chair while looking at the outer space through the glass on his room in the spaceship he was currently at.
His eyes were slightly opened and his unfocused gaze followed the stars that disappeared from his sight as the spaceship speed up towards their destination.
”Director...” An Apex cautiously entered in the room and said in a low tone, ”Husk is calling...”
The old man's gaze broke away from the glass and went towards the Apex.
He kindly smiled and said, ”Thank you. Send it to me.”
”Yes, sir.” The Apex respectfully bowed his head left the room.
Just as the Apex left, an holographic image appeared in front of the old man.
The image was slightly distorted and frequently flickered.
The man showed in the image was sitting in a simple, wooden chair while staring at the old man through the white mask on his face.
”Morgan Yang...” Husk said with an emotionless voice, ”Long time no see, old friend.”
Being identified by the man in front of him made Morgan show a faint smile, ”Mat-”
”Don't call me by that name, Morgan.” Husk interrupted Morgan that was about to warmly greet him, ”I have given up on that name a long time ago.”
Morgan sighed the moment he heard Husk speak like that.
He really wanted to help Husk get pass through the scars of the past and his enormous hatred towards Letheia Corporation and Terrene Protectorate, but it didn't matter how many times he tried, Husk simply didn't listen to him and just continued down the path of revenge.
”Looks like you still want revenge, huh.” Morgan commented.
”Nothing will stop me, not even death.” Husk said with confidence with his grim tone.
”Yeah, yeah...” Morgan sighed once again, ”It is in times like this that I regret helping you create Maliwan. It was a mistake, to give this much power to a warmonger like you.”
”Yes, if you wished for peace, it was indeed a mistake.” Husk didn't even try to rebuke Morgan's comment, ”Thanks to you, Nova Rebellion doesn't need Hyperion's, or should I say Letheia's, weapons. We are completely self sufficient in terms of weapons and ammo. Any Letheia's attempt to embargo the Rebellion is useless. All thanks to you, Morgan Yang.”
”You...ahhhh...forget it, I don't want to talk about this. Let's get back to business, how was it?”
”I sent a fleet at the coordinates you provided me, all they saw was one of the ISU's Space Station in the distance and a Miniknog fleet pursuing another spaceship.”
”What happened to be people in the station?”
”All dead, not a single survivor.”
”What about the Miniknog Fleet you mentioned?”
”We destroyed their spaceships and tried to capture them, but they killed themselves before he could them. The Miniknog ships surrounding the Space Station also retreated as soon as they caught sight of us.”
”Miniknog is still as merciless as ever...” Morgan looked at the distance with cloudy eyes. Guilt filled his mind as he blamed himself for what happened in the station.
After a few moments of silence, Morgan looked over at Husk as said, ”I need your help, Husk. Without the Terrene Protectorate, it is getting a lot chaotic around the universe. I fear for the safety of the space stations. I cannot let the same thing happen again.”
”I can help, but it comes with a price.” Husk spoke coldly.