Abyss Solo-Chapter 174 - Captain 101 arrives at the bridge_2
Chapter 174: Captain 101 arrives at the bridge_2
Chapter 174: Captain 101 arrives at the bridge_2
Yang Ming sighed, “Edwan has nearly turned gray with worry these past months.”
Lyu laughed, “Boss, if you could help the Second Prince consolidate military power sooner, the situation could improve.”
“I can’t just go and eliminate those key generals other than Gudun Mah. At this stage, we need to wait for them to show vulnerabilities.”
Yang Ming grinned and looked up at the deep blue sky.
The spaceship had already exited the edge of the atmosphere and continued to accelerate into space.
Small ships typically didn’t have a [variable direction simulated gravity field] to counteract the equivalent gravity produced by acceleration, which was the main reason why small manned spacecraft couldn’t fully utilize engine performance.
But this detail had become an important reliance for Yang Ming to travel freely between the fleet and the surface.
Full speed ahead, with no worries, his body didn’t bear any burden.
Ilando Star was quickly left behind.
A fleet of four warships appeared in Yang Ming’s field of vision.
This micro-fleet belonged directly to Gudun Mah’s command of the Fourth Regular Fleet. The Fourth Fleet, with over 30 medium and large warships, usually had the task of guarding Ilando Star.
The special ship attack incident by the New Federation three months ago was also due to the Fourth Fleet’s failure to detect and intercept the opponent in time.
Though the royal family didn’t take blame afterward, the Fourth Fleet now dared not be careless, deploying their regular forces around Ilando Star and conducting daily patrol inspections.
These four warships were:
Two 200-meter-class gunships, one 300-meter-class comprehensive supply training ship, and one 500-meter-class Star Patrol Ship.
The most noteworthy among them was this Star Patrol Ship called “Emig.”
It was the flagship of this small fleet and Yang Ming’s current workplace. Its 500-meter-long square body showcased apparent Sherman Empire heritage.
It once served in the Sherman Empire and was sold to the Wind Empire at about its original price after retirement, becoming one of the main battleships of the Wind Empire.
Though it was considered obsolete by the Sherman Empire, it still maintained a formidable deterrent among surrounding small countries.
The assault ship Yang Ming was on sent a landing signal, and the Emig’s side hatch 23 slowly opened, just enough to accommodate the assault ship inside.
A few minutes later, Yang Ming, wearing sunglasses, walked with his hands behind his back in the side corridor of the Emig Star Patrol Ship.
When encountering officers and soldiers who would stop and salute him, Yang Ming would smile and nod in response.
The alluring female clerk in a professional suit matching the military uniform would throw a wink at Yang Ming; rushing maintenance engineers would actively engage, emphasizing the importance of timely wage payment to Yang Ming.
When Yang Ming arrived at the bridge, a synthesized female voice, sounding as if it had eaten a few more bowls of rice, gave a loud reminder:
“Captain has arrived at the bridge!”
Thus, the quiet bridge became livelier, technical personnel on duty at the consoles stood at attention, watching as Yang Ming reached the captain’s chair above the fire control station.
Notably, the bridge design of the Emig Star Patrol Ship was similar to that of Brother Ji’s biochemical research ship.
Sitting here, Yang Ming often inadvertently recalled those “pleasant pasts.”
Valkyrie hadn’t fully perished.
This was Yang Ming’s biggest mental burden nowadays.
Three middle-aged officers hurried over from the side. They were the ship’s first officer and second officer, and a trusted officer of Gudun Mah, who began to briefly report their navigation tasks for the day.
Yang Ming listened carefully, signing the navigation log, officially ending a day’s work.
A captain’s work during peacetime was just that minimal.
Yang Ming reclined the chair to lie comfortably and opened the “Emperor’s Biography,” which he had been studying repeatedly recently, to pass the leisurely working time.
This was how Yang Ming had been spending the past month.
If he couldn’t return to the surface anytime, Yang Ming felt he might develop some mental disorder.
However, when aboard the ship, Yang Ming always sensed a kind of “security” absent in the surface world.
This security was indeed peculiar.
Generally, normal people lacked a sense of security during space travel and felt safer when back on the surface; Yang Ming was the exact opposite.
Yang Ming had discussed this issue with Lyu.
Lyu’s explanation was relatively credible—the Ancient God Life Form could float and survive in cosmic space; for Yang Ming, returning to the vast and infinite cosmic space felt like returning home.
Quickly, snoring emanated from the captain’s chair.
Two young female technicians closest to this area exchanged glances, unable to suppress their amusement.
…
Lyu’s Thought Space.
While the boss snored away, the secretary worked tirelessly.
The monitored information streams had increased to five lines, yet the computing power still had 50% in reserve.
High-end Mechanical Thought Bodies often saved resources to steadily upgrade their primary brain.
Indeed, she upgraded!
Currently, she employed a dual-end primary brain structure, integrating the newly added main processor into Dark Star, networked with the main processor aboard the Feinan!
Despite the added processor’s considerable power and capacity, Lyu still centered operations around the Feinan’s main processor.
A hint of mechanical nostalgia.
After three months of development, Dark Star’s shallow main base was complete, with principal core formations—mechanical production workshop, Thought Body cultivation room, and integrated mining plant—established in the shallow surface.
Over a dozen automated mining vehicles joined the shadow network array, continuously channeling Dark Star’s mineral resources back to the base to create more and more Thought carriers.
Currently, the main base remained at a depth of one hundred meters underground.
Once enough “strength” was accumulated, Lyu intended to establish a second base a thousand meters underground and gradually pierce through the crust to reach the underground ancient ocean, creating a true city for the Mechanical Thought Body.
The existence of the Molly Miss Group allowed Lyu to more easily secure resources for investing in the development of Dark Star.
Information regarding Dark Star consolidated into the fourth information stream.
With surplus computing power, Lyu also focused on gathering information from the Four Great Rogues—the Four Great Powers within the Milky Way—striving to obtain first-hand information, which not only facilitated commercial activities but also provided better protection for the boss’s life.
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This comprised the primary content of the fifth information stream.
Of course, these were Lyu’s routine duties.
Right now, Lyu’s favorite pastime was still… observing 026.
As Yang Ming mentioned, Lyu had a notion of becoming friends with 026, though she hadn’t yet decided which mechanical medium to appear beside 026.
“Sigh, the boss is incredibly lucky to have such a capable secretary like me,” Lyu routinely lamented.
Just as she intended to open a window, a slight disturbance appeared in the fifth information stream.
This disturbance indicated an event caught accidentally that could impact the boss.
Lyu had to pause her leisure activity, grasp the disturbance’s source, and as a few slightly blurry images popped up, her entire ‘person’ wore a dazed expression.
Yang Ming’s wristwatch began vibrating continuously.
Yang Ming groggily opened his eyes, and a red exclamation mark appeared before him.
Glancing at it, he saw it was a photograph.
The photo was extracted from a trending image circulating online in the Sherman Empire, captured through somewhat coarse equipment, seemingly taken by a crewmember on a mining ship through the cabin window, visible were the large mechanical arms characteristic of space mining ships.
Smudges on the cabin window were clearly visible, while a figure was gently floating out from Resource Star’s atmosphere, slightly out of focus and blurry.
The figure was enveloped in a faint red light shield, revealing a young woman with a nice figure, yet she had no visible flight devices, just drifting toward the mining ship where the photographer was…
“Whoa!”
Yang Ming suddenly woke up, jumping up from the captain’s chair, attracting a scrutinizing gaze from all around.
