old light morning light

Chapter 2 "One"

There are many things that we don't want to accept, and we are powerless to resist, but they really happen in front of you and me. Instead of choosing to deceive, escape, or cry, it is better to find a way to change ourselves.

----------

EEC126

"Today is undoubtedly the darkest day in our history, fearless warriors of the Empire."

As the last combat ship of the Empire, the Imperial Halo-class colonial flagship, was sunk by the Alliance in near-satellite orbit, the formerly glorious Empire also lost its source of power and could no longer control this remote colonial galaxy.

Various news media information terminals on TVs and mobile phones are broadcasting promotional images of the mainstream media of the empire.

The so-called president, wearing the cloak of a puppet, continues to make high-sounding speeches, accusing the enemy of cruelty and evil methods.

News of a political nature keeps spreading across the Starfield, but how does that help?

Is it possible to sink enemy warships by relying on the keyboard?
But am I a member of the empire, or a member of the so-called alliance?

The UP-R galaxy belongs to the UP-ST star field, Neptune.

There are no abundant supplies in our galaxy, nor are there large, gentle colonial planets suitable for the development of the Alliance Empire, but they are located in key shipping hubs.

If facilities are built here, the ships that come and go can be resupplied and prepared, and the control of more remote and more resource-rich galaxies can be realized.

So the facilities here can only be regarded as accessories of those galaxies at best.

The value of the government, factories, ports, and even all the people here are only attached to other values, of course, including me.

As for me?
I'm just a first-time slave.

In fact, to be precise, it should be the child of a slave.

My dad was in the original league, oh yes, there was no league back then.

So it should be a carrier-based pilot of the Navy of the Principality of Gulanlier, and I am his only relative on the ship.

According to naval tradition, ships that have reached the battleship level can live with family members.

The strangest thing is that I don't have any impression of my mother.

Even her looks.

I also only know that the ship carrying my father and me, who was still young, was sunk by the Empire during a war operation. He piloted the carrier-based aircraft and I escaped successfully, but he never thought that he became a prisoner of the Empire.

I became an industrial slave of the Empire due to the dual factors of the Empire’s war behavior and the need to protect me, and was assigned to the preparation facility of UP-R First Star to prepare carrier aircraft for the Empire.

But now, he is dead.

"The attack carrier accompanying the flagship was torn apart by the energy weapons of the ugly enemy. Unfortunately, we did not find any survivors."

Not even a little luck.

In the empire's fleet stationed here, there is one and only one attack aircraft carrier: the Mizelier Prime Star Eligues.

So it's pretty easy for me to tell, and since there's no survivors, I'm not hopeful or delusional.

I became an orphan.

In fact, I hate the empire, and I also think that I am always a member of the alliance.

I hate people who abuse my father, hate people who attack me with words, hate these machines that eat people without spit out bones, hate everything here.

But they took away my only father.

"Hehe, hehehahahaha!"

"What are you giggling about!"

"Like a dork."

The constant temperature furnace at the far end continuously reflects heat on my back through radiation, bringing a somewhat unreal temperature to the cold reality in front of me.

Looking up, the huge gantry frame support rushed straight into the sky in front of us.

This is the number four lifting facility here.

And next to Moral, my best classmate and co-worker.

The slightly short stature makes me wonder if this guy has met the height requirement.

The capable short hair and the face shape of the Chinese characters make it impossible to imagine that this guy is actually a lazy pig.

"You are the idiot!"

Having said that, like my father, I inherited his excellent sense of adaptability to machinery.

He has shown a high talent for various equipment since he was a child.

Thanks to this, I even received a qualified education in the area controlled by the empire.

In fact, it is a class higher than slaves, so it is considered hard work, right?

"Before they land successfully, blow up everything here!"

But unlike me, they are the so-called native citizens of the empire, and I am often talked about as a bastard.
They even have auxiliary ranks, and they can get extra remuneration subsidies by accepting task-like labor, but I can only eat according to work.

If you do and eat, you will be hungry if you don't do it.

Even so, there are still people who will covet my meager income.

After layers of exploitation, the ones that end up in my hands may be five or six out of ten, so thank God, right?
This is a fair, but not fair era.

Now we are like soldiers, performing so-called tasks.

"This should be our last mission, right?"

But Moral was my only friend.

He took care of me sincerely, and treated me as a friend, and accompanied me through many long difficulties.

"I'm still hopeful that I'll be able to relax in the future."

"Hey, hey!"

"How do you think the people of the league will treat us?"

The oil-stained young man put down the explosives and tools in his hands, and seemed to want to take a nap.

This blatant and lazy way is also handy in the hands of their imperial citizens.

"Strictly speaking, we are not soldiers, so we will not be prisoners of war."

In fact, in a sense, I'm really envious.

"Of course, there is no such thing as slaves in the Alliance, so you don't have to worry too much."

The premise is that we can see the alliance, right?
"You are different from us. You should be considered as a member of the former Federation, so you won't be afraid, right?"

So you really don't feel my fear at all, right?
Yeah, it's impossible to feel it, right?

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

There is still the sound of metal work in the distance, is there still a final struggle for the project?
This can be regarded as the last productivity here, right?
This is the so-called loyalty, and I also admire it from the bottom of my heart.

Of course, it is limited to admiration.

But the question now is not the alliance or the former federation, but the present.

With such a facility, even if the empire loses control, it will definitely not let her fall into the hands of the enemy.

So the destination here is already doomed, and everything you can see here will be completely blown up.

But the problem is with the workers in the facility, that is—us.

Will the empire consider spending energy and material resources to transfer?

Or rather than spending time and money taking away this cheap labor force, it is better to re-recruit it on the spot near the new facility.

In fact, rather than diverting us, it was almost too late for them to escape by themselves.

So the consequences of our being left behind are predictable and clear.

That is to be buried with these facilities.

Then we can't blame us for making a living by ourselves.

"But you think they'll let us get out alive?"

Having said that, the atmosphere between us also began to become heavy.

"You mean?"

"After all the equipment here is equipped with explosives, once it detonates, how much time do we have to evacuate?"

"They won't do this, will they?"

The young man in front of him simply smiled, but his tone was indeed so weak.

Although it can't reach the level of belief, it has already begun to be full of luck.

My rhetoric is indeed not groundless.

"Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? Or an hour?"

"Leaving the port area, where is the shock wave of the explosion?"

"Where can you escape to?"

Think about it carefully, this is destroying an entire facility, the power of the destruction must be no small matter.

"hateful!"

You could tell he was already a little sullen, but it didn't seem like it might be enough.

"How could they do this!"

"This is war, Moral."

"You and I are just dispensable consumables in war."

Although it is difficult to find a way to make him recognize the reality, in order to achieve my goal, I can only try to disintegrate his thoughts first.

"Everyone is, and so are they."

Slowly put his hand on the device in front of him, this cold feeling can help him find the sanity that may be lost.

"But I just want to eat and have clothes to wear!"

You must know that when a person's desire to survive is aroused, it is the easiest time to be induced.

The so-called man is not for himself, heaven and earth will perish.

And to live is precisely the greatest self.

"I"

His eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.

"Are they really going to abandon us?"

Faced with such a naive question, I could only smile wryly and wave my hand, then nod seriously.

What else can I do?

Actually I'm not 100% sure, but this kind of thing is still
"It's better to believe what it has than to believe it doesn't."

His lips twitched slightly, probably trying to say something.

In the end, there was no sound at all.

Slowly put down the slightly raised hand, it can be seen that his heart must be full of struggles.

"We may be running out of time."

Is it the glory of the so-called empire, or the desire to survive in my heart?

Adding fuel to the fire has been considered villainous since ancient times, but in some cases it is necessary.

"Why are you so calm! Lin Man, you are very smart!"

Slowly approaching me, finally trying to grab my shoulder.

But in the end, he only held my hand.

"I know you must have a way!"

After a brief silence, the eyes of the person in front of him directly met.

Although it looked terribly frightened, I knew he believed in me.

And also, I trust him a lot.

True trust is equivalent.

Speaking of provoking his desire, it is suspected of harming others and benefiting himself. After all, this is also making him do something like "treason".

Feel free to shout meanness, but that doesn't stop me from really needing his help.

It's the only viable way to keep both of us alive right now.

If it's just a comparison between simply tricking him and letting him live, my heart is still at peace.

Of course, if you escape directly, you will definitely not be able to escape. Not to mention the impact range of the explosion, even if you leave the port normally, it will take nearly 3 hours.

So my intuition tells me: since you want to play, you have to play bigger.

"Are you sure you want to listen to me?"

"Ok!"

"I don't like to sit around and die."

Coincidentally, after all.
"Survival is more important than anything else!"

"Survival is more important than anything else!"

(End of this chapter)