Colonial Suit

Above the Relic Planet, a colossal mothership was slowly operating, maintaining a steady cruise in a precise near-earth orbit. This orbit was just outside the planet's gravitational pull, yet it could provide airborne support at any time. It was one of the orbits determined from the very beginning.

As a strategic-level weapon of the cosmic mercenaries, the mothership undertook almost all support missions, making it extremely important. Whether it was the initial attack, the mid-term exploration, or even the later evacuation, all required the cooperation of the mothership. Otherwise, if an accident occurred, none of the mercenaries who entered the relic could leave this place alive.

This was the cosmic mercenaries' fallback, and no one would ignore it.

But no one knew that the condition of the mothership at this moment was not very good. Most of the mercenaries had descended, and the few mercenaries left on the mothership at this moment made this mothership enter a 'terrible' vacuum period for the first time since its birth.

In the bridge, the captain in a white uniform sat in his seat, propping his chin with one hand, his eyes flickering.

A little uneasy...

Two hours had passed since the Old Man brought his direct team down. Specific combat information had not yet been transmitted back to the mothership. No one knew the situation below, only that the mercenaries had entered the relic and were engaged in combat with the enemy, with astonishing losses on both sides. Even he was horrified by the lists of fallen that were being refreshed one after another.

Those names were not ordinary people... Any one of them would be a remarkable figure below the Fourth World. In the Fifth and Sixth Worlds, they were even more likely to be local powerhouses. Now, however, only their names remained. As insignificant as code names. Looking at these names, the captain felt his eyelids twitch and a burst of fear surged up.

What a huge loss. Since the establishment of the cosmic mercenaries, how many years had it been since they had encountered such losses, except for large-scale wars? Meteor-class and Comet-class mercenaries died like cheap prostitutes. The only thing left behind were these code names. This was simply a nightmare.

But what made the captain most uneasy was not this, but the fact that his mothership lacked the protection of cosmic mercenaries for the first time. The main force of the mothership, gone...

God knows how many times this situation had occurred since the mothership appeared, but in the captain's memory, it had never happened even once!

The human mothership was the most important strategic-level resource. Therefore, from the moment it appeared, it had been under the close protection of humanity. The cosmic mercenaries regarded it as an important star-level stronghold. They dispatched warriors to be stationed there all year round. At any time, the mothership had at least one Meteor-class mercenary stationed, and dozens of Comet-class mercenaries rotating. The mothership had the mercenary guild's mission system, and maintaining the daily work of the mercenaries was not a problem. The key was the existence of the mercenaries.

This was the era of cosmic warriors, and with mercenaries meant safety. Without them, even if this mothership was a masterpiece of human civilization, the captain still felt that something was missing in his heart.

Of course, the mercenaries had not completely left. Several people were still left to serve as defense, but what kind of people were these?

Apprentice-level attendants, Meteor-class warriors. Damn it, there wasn't even a Comet-class expert. The strongest was a Meteor-class, but this guy was undergoing a critical evolution. Counting on his protection was simply a pipe dream.

So the captain was very uneasy at the moment. But there was nothing he could do. The Old Man's decision was far from something he could resist. Moreover, the mercenaries were fighting desperately below, and even if he had more ideas, he wouldn't dare to show them.

Don't look at him as the captain of the mothership, but simply in terms of status, he was not even comparable to a Meteor-class mercenary.

I hope nothing happens...

The captain thought to himself, silently watching the rows of names popping up.

This was the last time he was carrying out a mission. As long as the mission was completed, he would hand over the position of captain and be assigned to the mercenary-controlled area of the Fourth World to serve as the interstellar administrator. This position was a bit like the mercenary's chief steward. In essence, it was to manage the subordinate planets on behalf of the mercenaries. Although he did not have ownership, he had jurisdiction, and the scope of his power was extremely large. It could be said that within his sphere of influence, he was the absolute master except for the mercenary owner. Even the emperor of the subordinate planet had to be well-behaved in front of him.

That was an extremely wonderful life, and the captain was almost looking forward to the scene of the future. But at this moment, he suddenly heard a burst of noise. He couldn't help but frown secretly.

Turning his head, he saw a group of people gathered at the entrance of the bridge, and there was a faint sound of arguing.

"Vice Captain Mark, please do not go any further. Now the captain has ordered the entire ship to be under control. Your command area is in the t3-w12 area, responsible for the logistics and support of the entire ship. According to the management regulations, you have no right to bring people in here now."

"I am the vice captain. Do you want to stop me too?" A gloomy voice came, and the captain could almost imagine Vice Captain Mark's eternal horse face.

"I'm sorry, if it's just you, of course it's not a problem, but the people behind you..."

The bridge guard was still performing his duties. But the captain sighed in his heart. Worried about his future.

He knew Mark's character best. This person was extremely sinister and had always been a maverick in the mercenary logistics system. At least seventeen or eighteen pieces of information indicated that he had participated in some shady murders. But there was never any evidence to accuse him. That's why he was allowed to get away with it.

But no matter what. Mark's danger was evident. Therefore, if it was not necessary, the captain did not want to contact him.

But why did he suddenly want to break into the bridge at this time? Also, who was he bringing?

A wave of doubt rose in the captain's heart, and after thinking for a while, he stood up and walked towards the door.

He didn't want to conflict with Mark, but it didn't mean he was afraid of Mark. Because he was the captain of this mothership. Even if he was about to leave office, he still had supreme authority.

The captain walked towards the door step by step, but after a while, he felt something was wrong. Because he clearly saw that behind Mark there was a group of people. And this group of people was actually the only remaining mercenaries in the mothership. Among them was even the Meteor-class expert who was in the 'critical stage of evolution'.

When did Mark get involved with them?

The captain's heart was filled with suspicion, and he vaguely felt a sense of icy coldness.

But at this time, he couldn't think too much about it. From the moment Mark broke into the bridge, he couldn't retreat in the slightest. Otherwise, his authority would be greatly challenged.

"Mark, what exactly do you want to do? Don't you know your management area? Do you want me to repeat the order to you again? Now I order you to return to your post immediately, immediately! Get out!!"

Thinking uneasily in his heart, the captain still quickly stepped forward and shouted loudly at Mark.

He wanted to use the authority of the captain to stop this restless guy. Let him know who was the real manager in this mothership.

Unfortunately, this time he miscalculated. Because not only was Mark not deterred by his shouts, but he turned his head and gave him a strange look. After a while, he said softly.

"Now I know why Lord Heke has no good feelings for you. It is indeed difficult to communicate with an stubborn old man like you. It's ridiculous that I thought I could change you."

Saying that, he no longer looked at the captain, but bowed to the Meteor-class warrior next to him. He said respectfully. "Sorry, sir, I have disappointed you. In that case, please act, sir."

In the next moment, the captain saw the Meteor-class expert smile slightly, suddenly raised a finger, and flicked a ray of light at himself.

His body shook violently, and the captain suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his chest, and his entire person quickly lost consciousness. rq