Fang Zheng paid no attention to the crew aboard the White Warship. Once he had confirmed their surrender, he had the other Mental Models tow the vessel to the rear while he continued commanding the Swarm against the Reapers.
Of course, during that time, he also received a report from Tilia.
"Oh? General Anderson agreed?"
"Yes. He promised to hire one of our fleets with ten thousand tons of Element Zero."
"A full super-capital fleet, or an ordinary elite squad?"
"An elite squad."
Tilia smiled like a little fox that had stolen a chicken.
"According to the contract signed by both parties, we'll dispatch an elite fleet to work alongside Commander Shepard and help her fend off the Reapers..."
"That works too. I'll have... hmm... have Fulban's fleet assist them."
A full super-capital fleet and an elite fleet were not the same. The former was an entire legion, a massive fleet centered around Titans and Arks. The latter was more like a special operations unit, responsible for specific tasks such as bombardment, infiltration, anti-stealth operations, and repairs.
Since Shepard was not taking a fleet to fight the Reapers to the death, but was mainly seeking reinforcements from other races, there was naturally no need to bring along a full super-capital fleet. In that case, an ordinary elite squad should be enough to meet their needs.
"There's one more thing..."
"What is it?"
"Commander Shepard's flagship crashed, and they want to travel aboard one of our warships..."
...Meow meow meow?
"No. Absolutely not!"
Hearing this, Fang Zheng immediately shook his head vigorously. What a joke. Every one of these cosmic protagonists came with a ship-destroying aura. Chief Petty Officer had nearly wrecked his Iona back then, and now the Normandy had crashed too. That meant Shepard, like the Chief Petty Officer,