The hum of systems losing power rang out one after another. The Advance was plunged into darkness. Panicked, terrified screams from the young nurses drifted in from afar. Though no one on the bridge was so nervous as to start shouting wildly, their hearts still lurched.
This rebellion had erupted without warning and with overwhelming force. There had not been the slightest sign beforehand; once it began, every link locked into the next, every move a killing blow.
They had sabotaged the quantum equipment, seized the base command center, cut off the Advance's communications and power supply, turning the Advance—the only high ground—into an Iron Coffin drifting through space.
Such a chain of heaven-collapsing, earth-shattering moves was absolutely beyond the ability of ordinary people to plan, organize, and execute. Sister Mengmeng knitted her brows in thought. There had to be a mastermind behind this. The Coalition Commander had become even more suspicious.
"Don't panic, everyone. The Advance has a backup power source. Unless it has been physically damaged, the backup power cannot possibly be shut down manually!" the captain shouted. At the same time, two hums sounded, lighting returned to the bridge, and various systems began restarting.
The backup power had indeed activated.
Yet Sister Mengmeng's brows did not relax in the slightest.
Backup was backup, after all. It possessed less than a quarter of the main power supply's capacity. Its priority was ensuring the Advance's basic functions and life-support systems; everything else had to be set aside for now.
She glanced at the main computer. It had restarted, but its decoding processing power had immediately fallen to 4%, and its speed had abruptly slowed.
Yet decoding was no longer the most important issue.
Resting her chin on her hand, Sister Mengmeng said softly, "If I were the rebels, the