The Bizarre Adventure of Tartaros Fleet

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Someone asked what kind of government system the fleet is, so let's go to the Stars Wiki to find out if there is any similar

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This is called Mida (Fog)

Chapter 784 Chapter 708: Preparations for all parties

Ipum Galaxy, the anchorage of the flagship of the second company of the Blood Ravens Chapter-heavy iron wall 'Apocalypse'.This is one of the four space stations closest to the parent star of Ipum. It is respected by the Ipum people as the city of the sky. It usually exists as the station of the battle group. If it is an emergency, it is the last line to protect the parent star. barrier.

Therefore, these improved iron-walled fortresses have focused more on strengthening the attack and defense capabilities on the original basis, and the living space and other places can only be slightly crowded.The living conditions are worse than the fortresses of other wargroups, but only relatively speaking, this will not affect anything - after all, there are only two wargroups with home planets, and one of them is in New Eden. It is also the earliest one to be developed, with extremely complete facilities.

With the gradual improvement of productivity, these problems can be solved, and the poor conditions are only temporary, and there are not many problems.

In order for some specific ships to berth and sail out, the height of the launch channel of this type of fortress is even close to 7000 meters. According to the chief think tank, Lou Lu Kruse, this height has surpassed the giant on his home planet. Most of the mountains, this is a man-made miracle, the city of the sky made of steel.Every Ipum person feels reverence for this from the bottom of his heart.

However, the chief think tank would occasionally mutter to himself in a low voice—[It seems that the Oarai Academy ship can't be put in vertically...] and other words, but no one could understand it.

Aldra Dragonrider, in full uniform, stood excitedly by the viewing platform, watching the gigantic warships make their way out of the port—this was her favorite pastime when she was resting.Huge warships always give people a pleasing feeling, and this feeling has never been experienced on the home planet.In the previous training, she had firmly memorized every model of Tartarus's active battleships, and she became one of the second batch of flagship pilots of the Blood Ravens with excellent results, and was assigned to Pilot the mighty Najafa-class dreadnought.

But the Najafa opened today made her eyes widen——

Those giant towers are iron gray.There is no sense of simplicity and vicissitudes before, but like marines wearing Caldari-style power armor and holding automatic rifles, they are majestic and majestic.The badge belonging to the Blood Ravens was erased from the side armor of the battleship, and in some small places, it was painted with a coat of arms that had never been seen before, which made people feel that it was slightly similar to the United Earth.

This made her look surprised.

Did some faction buy a dreadnought from Tartarus?No, it won't.First of all, the dreadnought itself is not for sale. Moreover, even if there is any reason for it to be sold, it is still going to the logistics department to buy new goods. How can there be a saying that the Naga method that has been used for a long time is sold to others?

"Aldra!" Just as she was still thinking, a voice suddenly sounded from behind, and she recognized it. It was Mortila Yuuba, one of the adjutants of Chapter Master Mida.This man from the southern tribe was tall and tall, with tattoos all over his body, all inscribed with praises to the sky.This is a characteristic of that tribe. Although it seems a bit exaggerated, expressing one's beliefs in this way will not be unacceptable in Ipum.

He walked to Aldera and stood still, with a slightly apologetic smile on his face:

"The vacation is over, urgent task. I have to go out again not long after I just came back..."

"It's okay," she said. She didn't dislike missions. On the contrary, every time she went out on a mission, she would see a more distant world that she had never been to, which always made Aldera very happy.She pointed to the dreadnought ship heading for the assembly point, and asked, "This is the first time I've seen a Nagafa with this kind of painting. What is it for?"

Mortila explained:

"Secret missions, the partner said that it would be easier to get through. Over there, they will help us cover, and we have to change to the other party's style."

"The other party's style...is quite interesting." Does that mean pretending?Interesting... The experience of driving a dreadnought tells me that as long as it is a dreadnought dispatched by the establishment, it is impossible to cover up its whereabouts.And the method found above is to find a local force to agree, and then pretend to be the fleet of that force-this is the first time I have seen this operation.

"Did you say who you want to hammer?"

"A ghost ship, it looks like this."

While speaking, Mortila turned on the projector that stored the data, and various data of Arcadia appeared in front of Aldera immediately:

"The chief think tank led the team himself, and he also brought a whole team of terminators. It is said that it was because he heard that the wrath group suffered a loss in the boarding battle, so it was just in case."

It seems... something is wrong?

In terms of size, a battleship that has not yet reached the size of a battlecruiser, but called a small team of dreadnoughts to solve this matter, isn't it a bit overkill?

Moreover, the Terminator is the Marine Corps.Does this kind of battle require the capture of ships?Or, is there a chance to seize the ship?

These Najafa-class are indeed equipped with multi-mounted [-]mm frequency cannons for strafing conventional warships. Compared with the six-mounted [-]mm cannons or quadruple-mounted three The [-]mm cannon is nimble and fast, but its power is much lower.But even if it is much smaller, it is definitely not something a warship of this size can bear.

Anyone who has used a projectile gun knows that you can’t accurately snipe a position on an enemy ship like a laser weapon. You can only shoot when you lock it. It’s not surprising that there are two or three times the long axis of the target. That is to say, once the frequency cannon starts to sprinkle water, the target will immediately be submerged in the rain of bullets. A ship of this size will be torn apart in an instant, and there is no chance for the marines to appear on the scene.

"Why does Captain Kruse think that there will be a boarding battle? Ten Nagafas were mobilized to fight a warship of this size. I think the probability of hand-to-hand combat is extremely low... unless it is of the level of the Yamato mentioned earlier. "

"According to the previous combat records, this ship is extremely difficult to destroy - the combat records are from the Very Leopard."

"It's interesting... Boss lost the battle at her hands?"

"The boss wasn't there when the battle happened, so she might want to take that ship." Mortila guessed, he coughed twice deliberately, imitating the voice of Captain Kruse, "That's what the think tank said, cough cough ...Your Excellency, Legion Commander, wants more than just wreckage."

"You don't look like you. It's more like Mr. Durandal than the chief think tank."

"Hey! If you don't have a mask, you won't be able to look like it." The tattooed man couldn't help showing a wry smile. He touched the wooden totem hanging around his neck and reminded, "This time it should be a long-term battle. We will hold a meeting later. It will be mentioned. At two o'clock in the afternoon, take your men to the second meeting room, and the commander of the Mida Chapter will explain the specific situation."

"Understood," she saluted solemnly, "This is really rare. Are you fighting for a long time..."

The time of space warfare is generally not short, but it starts from collecting intelligence, discovering the target, pursuing for a long time, contacting the enemy, and starting the battle-this process usually lasts for several days or even weeks.

However, the battle time of dreadnoughts is rarely so long, because they don't need to personally search for and pursue the enemy.

Dreadnoughts are usually put into battle by Tartarus as a means of decisive victory, so the battle time of dreadnought pilots is usually only a few hours at most.Find the inducement to jump in, confront the opponent, and shoot as much as possible before you or the opponent is completely smashed by it, as much as you can. The battle method of the dreadnought is so simple. Efficiently operate the defense system while shooting as accurately as possible, to be honest, that operation is really at the limit...

The long-term battle usually refers to the long-term battle stage of more than one month.Generally, the only ones who would run outside for so long were the guide ships of the whaling team—they would chase after the dark worms for several weeks, or even months.And now it is actually said that the Dreadnought Fleet is preparing for a long-term battle under the premise of stealth operations...

This action is really different.

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It has been raining for a while.

At this time of year in this part of the world, the weather is always like a grumpy child, making a lot of noise.It's late at night, and most of us are already asleep in the warmth of our beds with our casual or long-term partners in our arms.Outside, hot air is slowly escaping through the grilles of the gutters, and the rain is pattering against the broken copper and iron on the side of the street.

The unrecognizable iron frames and the like are lying there, the silent buildings stand in the rain, and the neon lights with ambiguous pink light flicker gently in the mist, which is a kind of decadent and decadent tenderness .

A man dressed in black walked forward in the rain. He didn't have an umbrella and was wearing a round hat. The rain dripped down the shoulders of the long black trench coat along the brim of his brim.Apart from him, there was no one on the street, and the rapid sound of soft-soled heels hitting the ground was drowned out by the continuous sound of rain.

Following the address in memory, the man came to the back of a dilapidated hotel, and he saw an emergency escape ladder.The rain was pouring down, and the steel frame of the stairs was half-rusted—but yes, this is where the information is located.

Just tonight, the information that has been waiting for five weeks is finally about to be obtained successfully.

The man climbed the escape ladder to the sixth floor after feedback from the drone showed no one was following.To be honest, it doesn't look like an interstellar era colony at all - water tanks and air conditioning systems are piled up in a mess, a compressor emits a low roar, and here you can see the street in the distance, street lights illuminate the roof and Blurred shadows on the roof.

Although the colonies being developed by the Ministry of Consolidation are a bit messy, at least there can be a modern sense of modular design everywhere. Where can there be this modular chaos like the earth in the [-]th century?Even the Port of the Dead is not exaggerating here...

There was a short tower leading to the interior of the building at the corner of the roof. He walked over and went down the stairs to the fifth floor.He stopped at the door of the room at the end of the corridor.

The room door locks are sophisticated electronic locks - only in this kind of place does it have such a modern feel.

Enter the password, and the door opens.The space inside was bigger than expected - it was a two room suite, hard to imagine such a room in a hotel that doesn't look like much from the outside.The door of one of the rooms was closed, and a woman in a thick coat was sitting on the sofa in the living room. She wore the heavy makeup that low-class prostitutes loved, but she had a sharp expression on her face that only professionals could have.

This is the Ansadore agent who was lurking in this area before, Paris Hilton.Before counting 10 minutes, she poses as a womanizer, lures the target into this pre-set trap, and then captures him in one fell swoop.And a few minutes ago, the interrogation experts who also belonged to Ansador had already arrived here.

"Finally found it," the man took off his slightly wet coat, hung it on the dryer, and then took off his hat, revealing his neutral and beautiful face and smooth blonde hair, "How do you always find someone who can provide information?" local snake?"

"As long as it's not too dirty, you can always find it. Chris, close the door." Paris waved his hand to remind him to close the door, and said, "Fortunately, you don't have to worry about hurting innocent people in this den of thieves. Everyone here Not clean."

This is not any other place, it is just a mixed area, a quagmire where even privateers and mercenary groups are unwilling to come here.Ever since Sara Scobio provided information that Hallock might be related to this side, the operators of Ansadore have used some kind of very clever (or dirty) method to deceive To the pirates captured before, ran all the way to this place.

It is said to be a gang, but it is actually to collect information. They have done this kind of thing more than once or twice.

There are mixed fish and dragons, there are everyone, the level of civilization is low, there is no government, laws, all the rules come from the rivalry and compromise of local gangs, and there are bad habits that have been passed down for tens of hundreds of years.If the universe appears to be thriving and prosperous on the surface, then this place is a quagmire of dirt that is invisible on the surface.

"Fortunately, there are almost no such places in the control area of ​​the Ministry of Consolidation..."

"But we also have some troublesome problems. Recently, the team below has been complaining about the lack of personnel, and the abilities of the local coordinators can't fully meet the mission requirements." The border area has been reporting recently that the number of cult organizations seems to be increasing. Ascending, and in those uncivilized fringe worlds, each team seems a bit stretched in terms of manpower when performing tasks. "Forget it, let's talk about these troublesome things later, and now get the job at hand done."

"Is it safe here?"

"The soundproof force field has been set up, and the sound will not be transmitted. The monitors are also operating normally, so keep an eye on each intersection."

While talking, Parry opened the door that had been closed all the time, and at this time Chris was seeing what was going on inside——

A man was strapped to a chair with his head stuck in the back of the chair in a metal restraint, which prevented him from moving his head freely.This man doesn't look like the smuggling smuggler he imagined. He is dressed very stylishly, with his plaid shirt open, and a gold male symbol pendant hanging on his bronze neck. The old-fashioned city doesn't fit well.

At this moment, he was turning his eyes in horror, looking at Chris who had just entered the door, and when his eyes turned to Parry, a shameful anger appeared in his pupils.

Is this the guy with the long-term deal with Harlock?It doesn't look like a powerful character either...

But I got used to it. After chasing down the drug dealer, I found out that the big drug lord was a trembling old man. After catching the traffickers, I found out that the gang leader was a middle-aged woman who looked like a vegetable seller. This kind of thing is not uncommon at all.They are very distinctive, and there are only a few villains who can be recognized at a glance. No villain will write the word "bad person" on his face.What kind of weird totem is really painted on the face, the scary guy covered in skeletons is not necessarily a bad guy——

For example, my boss.

Young... even some young girls are beside him, taking out the things in the big suitcase one by one, and putting them on the trolley next to them. The short light blue hair looks kind Unique fantasy.She is quite a celebrity in Ansador, and almost everyone knows her—"Smiling Executioner" Flamm, this name comes from the faint smile that hangs on the corner of her mouth all the time during the interrogation, no one knows This is from her bottlenose dolphin factor, or her own pleasure.

The cursed children all had extremely bad childhoods, which caused most of the cursed children to have precociousness, and their thinking tended to be heterogeneous.Although most of them have been guided to the right track in the special psychological counseling courses in the Naval Academy, there are still some special individuals who cannot go into the sun smoothly because of too profound childhood experiences.

Flam is one of them.

The atmosphere of the Japari battle group was too warm and bright for her, which made it difficult for Flam, who had long been accustomed to blood and death, to adapt smoothly, and what she was good at also made other Japari uncomfortable.

Flam accepted the philosophy of the Ministry of Consolidation, hoping to contribute his own strength to help people live and work in peace and contentment, but he was still obsessed with blood, and gave pain and despair to his prey.In the end, she found the balance point of this contradiction - that is to become an interrogator of Ansadore, where her own needs can be met, talents can be brought into full play, and colleagues can also be relaxed and happy accept yourself.

Maybe there are still some problems that have not been fully resolved, but at least here, her life is very fulfilling, and she even found someone she loves who can accept everything about her.

And now Flam is about to get to work on her own:

"Final confirmation—William Camlet, right?" Flam closed his eyes as soon as he finished speaking, and said to Chris and Paris half a second later, "The mental fluctuations are normal, we No wrong arrest, we can start now, Parisan."

As the bottlenose dolphin's Fulianzi, her psychic power is not strong, and she can't do super advanced operations such as mind reading, but it is enough to judge whether the other party is telling the truth or lying during interrogation.

"Well, I'll leave it to you." Paris nodded, "Hurry up."

Flam nodded, and took out a small knife from the cart——a small knife with an almost blunted blade. It’s more like a cone than a knife:

"There are many people who don't want to watch us work, and pretend to pass out with their eyes closed. I like to use this at such times..." She didn't start asking questions, but said to herself, "It's better Begging them to see, it’s better to do it directly. Use pliers, sticks, screws and other things together to get rid of the eyelids directly. Simple and efficient, save a lot of trouble.”

"Wow..." Chris whispered in a voice that only he and Paris could hear. Something happened."

"Because she is a professional..."

Flam wasn't ready to do it yet, she just slowly introduced her various gadgets to William Camlet—hypodermic needles, bottles and cans of all kinds of interesting medicines, wires, power supplies , and some metal tools apparently made of leverage and pressure.

In general, if you understand what is on this little cart and how to use it, you can take the Chinese college entrance examination (science).Physical and chemical students are all available, covering a variety of test sites, and the essence of the three years of high school is concentrated on this small cart.

But it was a complete nightmare to the ears of the guy tied to the chair.

Flam cleverly mobilized the prisoner's sense of fear, and deliberately introduced the things in his hand with a cheerful tone, making the prisoner feel like a crazy psychopath.True, a serious interrogator is formidable, but what is more formidable than a serious interrogator?

It's neurosis.

When you are tied to a chair and can't move, a psychopath who can't predict your actions is infinitely more terrifying than an interrogator who seriously negotiates with you.At this moment, Flam almost perfectly shaped himself into such a role, and Paris also cooperated with her performance and asked:

"Tell us, what do you know?"

Just when William opened his mouth to answer, a cold object suddenly pierced his mouth and clamped his tongue fiercely. The severe pain made him unable to help but let out a weak scream.In an instant, he felt that his mouth was full of rust, was his tongue cut?Or the smell of iron on the tongs?still……

He dared not think about it any longer.

"Look, these are pliers. I carved this eight-pointed star myself. Isn't it beautiful? It can be used to deal with your tongue."