lyra sleepless

Near Vega is an extremely quiet no-man's land, because the barren planetary landscape is not suitable for survival, and there is no interstellar trade route passing through this place. Only small stars are shining in the sky, gliding across their orbits day after day.

But today, rarely, a light cruise ship slowly appeared among the stars. It seemed to have no destination, but kept a constant speed, following the route automatically planned by the navigation system, and cautiously patrolled in this area.

The captain of the cruise ship was Captain Rasimov. During the war, he relied on his meritorious service and military subsidies to marry a dilapidated noble girl who could barely eat.He should have retired after the Hundred Years' War, and took a settlement fund to do some small business or something, but with his wife's many inquiries and connections, the Helian family arranged for him to take a part-time job in the reconnaissance army—yes, The Helian family, after the empire signed the instrument of surrender, even the army is not completely dominated by wanderers.

Generally speaking, the captain of a cruise ship is a small good job. In peaceful times, this position is not dangerous. It is not difficult to work in a working environment in exchange for quite generous benefits, and when docking on the edge of the planet, you can always enjoy to the best local food, alcohol, and women.

Rasimov's keen perception honed on the battlefield inevitably became dull in such boundless scattershotness. In the minds of his subordinates, he was just a weak character, greedy and lustful officer, which made him love to mention himself War stories in which he was one of the bravest and most stalwart fighters, proving that he had what it took to be a big hit when the time came - and he was all the more incompetent in the eyes of others.

This time a routine patrol had a small accident, the sunspots affected the automatic cruise system, they were a little off course, and the strong magnetic field on the surface of Vega made the cruise ship have to circle farther, so, well, now they have Totally out of Lyra.If it wasn't in no man's land, this ship would have caused a diplomatic accident.

It's not a good joke, because Lyra hasn't had much diplomacy since the fall of the Empire.

Rasimov immediately issued an order to keep the ship sailing at the same speed. The experience of the soldiers told him that emergency braking would only waste more energy, and as long as the sunspots disappeared, they could return to the same route.

A true warrior would not panic because of this little accident. Rasimov put down his wine glass, wiped his beard, and decided to go to sleep in his cabin first. What problems could there be in no man's land.

"Captain!" A crew member broke in suddenly, and Rasimov didn't even have time to hide his wine glass. "There is a spaceship ahead!"

Rahimov frowned curiously: "Which country is it from?"

In some far-off places where there is no need for trade, war, and communication, there are indeed some countries that have made false friendly alliances with Lyra, and occasionally there will be interstellar immigrants from these countries, but seriously, they are too far away. So that ordinary people rarely see it.

"It should not belong to any planet we know." The crew replied cautiously.

Rasimov jumped up from his seat, and quickly teleported himself into the navigation room. He wanted to take a look at the spaceship himself.

This is either a signal of war, or a new diplomatic discovery.

The external and internal detection images of the spaceship were clearly displayed on the screen, and Rasimov slumped lazily on his seat after just one glance.

At least the first possibility was ruled out, he was relieved but also deeply bored.

The ship was heavy, old, old-fashioned metal, and apparently the heat engine had all but failed.Who would be crazy to think it could be used for interstellar warfare.

He has only seen the practice of expanding the size of the spaceship to obtain more carrying capacity, which shows that this big guy comes from a very, very backward civilization, and does not pose any threat at all, and there is no need for diplomacy—theirs Even interstellar immigrants may not be able to fly to Lyra.

Rasimov stretched his waist and ordered: "We are going to board the ship, just in case someone on that big guy needs help!"

The long voyage was boring, and he had to have some fun for himself.

There was nothing of value in the spaceship, "it's all junk," Rahimov muttered, and pushed open a hatch. Can you believe it, their hatch is actually mechanical!

This should be the main cabin. Compared with the dying engine, it is very neat and bright, without the slightest smell of habitation, and neatly placed boxes, like some gifts.

In the middle of the main cabin is a sealed sterile cabin. Raximov gestured, "Stay back, there may be some alien monsters here." He walked forward enthusiastically, only to see There is a small photo in front of the warehouse, set in a circular photo frame, "paper image, so interesting."

Rasimov picked it up curiously, and looked it over and over again. It was a bust of a young child, looking out with simple big eyes. He stroked the edge of the photo with his thumb. The curly hair of the child reminded him of himself for a long time. For his missing wife, Rasimov suddenly and sincerely felt a tinge of sadness.

He looked around and pressed the button on the aseptic chamber.

The next moment, the protective cover slowly lowered, and a small box appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and it opened automatically.

"My goodness……"

Yegor rarely woke up in the night.

Frankly speaking, he doesn't have the conscience of an ordinary person. Generally, people like him who have done all kinds of bad things can't sleep at night, but Yegor has always had a good sleep quality.

When he realized that he was not normal today, he was already in the courtyard. In the night, Euridai and Dionysus hung quietly at the two ends of the sky. The background was dim stars with no end in sight. .

"Are you particularly fond of catching cold today? Yegor."