From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 340 Atmospheric Projection
"It looks like the Federation Fleet is waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves?"

In the captain's seat of the Hermes, Cleves said as he looked at the patrol fleet "watching" in the distance.

Although the nearby federal naval fleet allowed their passage and subsequent actions, a number of patrol fleets were still dispatched to monitor the surrounding area.

Although the headings of these warships are different, their axes are all pointed towards the Atlas fleet - this is a typical armed alert state. In case of any emergency, these warships can open fire directly.

On the virtual screen next to the captain's seat, the scene of the Ares's bridge was being projected. Randall, the Atlas fleet's second-in-command, was holding a bag of black tea and drinking it through a straw.

After hearing what his junior said, the former federal navy lieutenant commander who volunteered to be transferred to the second-in-command position also glanced at the federal fleet in the distance.

"That's right. Although the top leaders of the Federation issued a statement welcoming us to carry out the "humanitarian aid" mission to show the so-called "glory of humanity", it is not so beautiful when it comes to grassroots implementation. The other side is probably afraid that we will interfere with their operations."

"I understand. After all, they are carrying out combat missions in a hostile area. If it were me, I would handle it in the same cold way."

After a pause, Cleves looked at Randall, who looked relaxed, and couldn't help but continue speaking:

"Colonel, I always feel that you volunteered to be transferred to the second-in-command of the fleet just to fish under my command."

"No, no, no, don't say that." Randall turned his head and looked at the screen.

"I don't think I'm as good as you in fleet command, so it's better for a professional like you to take on this key position, don't you, Amber?"

"No, you can say whatever you want, but why bring me along?"

Amber, who was originally catching up on her sleep with an eye mask on, had no choice but to sit up on the additional chair to the right of the captain's seat on the Hermes.

Since this operation is the most watched and largest operation of Atlas, he, as the head of the group, finally chose to lead the team himself.
And they were prepared to jump down from orbit to provide support at any time - although in the eyes of the old people in Atlas, this plan was just an excuse for Amber to "itch to do something".

Although psychics are much more physically fit than normal people, Amber, who has done a lot of work recently, is still a little tired both physically and mentally, so he took the time to catch up on some sleep and rest during the fleet's jump.

"If what Colonel Randall said is true, I think Boss is actually better at fleet command than I am, so shouldn't we let Boss take command personally?"

Hearing Randall's words, Cleves also laughed and joked along.

"If I take command of the fleet, will you two jump off the orbit to put out the fire on my behalf?" Amber said unhappily.

"No, no, this is harmful to the body." Randall on the screen waved his hands repeatedly.

"We don't have the abnormal physiques of you 'animals' that can jump down directly on the HCP."

"Yeah, Boss. I heard from a few people in the HCP squadron that you were the one who led them in the recent orbital airborne training?"

Cleves, who was sitting on the side, asked, and at the same time took out a pack of Tetra Pak-packaged black tea from the storage box of the captain's seat and handed it to Amber.

"I didn't participate in the whole process. I just happened to see the HCP squadron airborne together with the 'Hive' during those times, so I participated and took a look at the testing of the 'Hive'."

As Amber spoke, she took the tea handed to her by Cleves, opened it and took a sip.

"By the way, you guys from the Federation Navy all like to drink black tea on the battlefield?"

"It's an old tradition. It's said to have been passed down by the Naval Academy Command Department. It can be traced back to an ancient country called 'Brittania' during the Blue Star period."

Hearing the name, Amber almost spit out the tea in her mouth.

He knew that the setting of "Starry Sky OL" was at the "stitched monster" level, but he never expected that so many things were stitched in.

Just as he was about to discuss with Cleves whether there had been rumors of the 99th emperor being assassinated in the country called Britannia, the voice of the ship's control personality suddenly rang out. "Please note that the transport ship detachment responsible for the drop operation has entered the scheduled orbit and is expected to begin operations in 30 minutes.

"The ten combined forces battalions responsible for the early stage security work are entering the deployment bays of the various ships one after another, waiting to be deployed."

"The first batch of airdropped supply boxes and ten groups of 'beehives' have completed preparations in the deployment bays of the various ships."

"After the 'Beehive' completes the construction of the basic camp, subsequent staff and materials will be transported via aerospace transport aircraft."

After explaining the next deployment arrangements, the shipboard control personality on the Hermes, who looked somewhat like Lilith, turned and looked at Amber.

"Boss, do you want to start the preliminary 'preparatory work' immediately?"

"Unless there are special circumstances during the mission, everything will be subject to the fleet commander's orders. This should be written into the bottom-level operating guidelines."

"Understood, writing it down."

The eyes of the shipboard control personality flashed, and a string of things like a digital waterfall flowed between her eyes.

After a moment, the shipboard control personality looked at Cliffs and asked the question again.

"Let's start executing it."

"As ordered."

The figure of the ship's control personality disappeared, and Cleves turned to look at Amber and said:

"Boss, it's the same if you just give the order directly. There's no need to make such a clear distinction."

"No, it's better to be strict on the battlefield and divide the responsibilities clearly. You are the commander of the fleet, and these things should be decided by you. Unless you are really confused, I should not interfere with your decision-making, otherwise our command system will be in chaos in the future."

Amber paused for a moment, and involuntarily thought of an old friend, and then continued jokingly:
"I believe that when the ground troops are fighting, they don't want to receive a communication from me and then issue an order like 'the machine gun position moves 50 meters to the left', right?"

"Hahaha, that's true."

“As Atlas grows in size, I estimate that we will inevitably face various armed conflicts in the future due to the special nature of our company.

I am just one person and it is impossible for me to participate in the command of every battle, so I also hope to cultivate the 'subjective initiative' of commanders at all levels from now on."

Just as Amber and Cleves were talking about the future plans for Atlas' "command level", under the control of the Hermes' onboard control personality, the orders from the flagship were quickly transmitted to each ship.

Soon, ten destroyers lowered their orbit and arrived above the ten planned drop zones.

A hatch on the bottom deck of the battleship opened, and a device like an oversized 'searchlight' was pushed out.

As the destroyer's altitude lowered further, these special equipment developed based on the 'atmospheric projection technology' began to work.

'Atmospheric projection technology', a technology often used to add a festive atmosphere during holidays, this time Atlas has used it in new ways.

The warring parties and civilians in the areas surrounding the ten planned airdrop zones stopped what they were doing and raised their heads.

Above their heads, on the canvas called the 'sky', a huge red cross symbol and the Atlas logo slowly appeared as if drawn by a pair of invisible hands.

(End of this chapter)