The shuttle that had crashed onto the surface of the Empire Admiral because of Qian Qian's miraculous flying style was still belching thick smoke. I wouldn't even mention how many ships she had already wrecked in everyday life—she could drive a ship's autopilot and emergency braking systems completely insane. All I could do now was thank the heavens that after five years of studying, she still hadn't mastered navigation and piloting for medium-sized or larger ships. Otherwise, we'd have to set up a special production line just for her to ruin.
A group of Autonomous Machines bustled about on the armored belt, clearing away the wreckage, while the rest of us hid in the atmospheric field some distance away, watching the spectacle and listening to everyone chat. The passengers dragged into the crash had just cleaned themselves up when Lin Xue complained bitterly, "I was the one piloting it at first, but Qian Qian thought I was too slow and forcibly took over. I understand how she felt, but wasn't putting temporal acceleration on a ship in the void a little too wild? She could handle it, but the ship couldn't—the Timeline distortion drove the shuttle's mainframe insane."
While somewhat frantically dealing with the doll-like girl climbing all over me like a little monkey, I looked up at the dark expanse of space. "By the way, Lilina came with those God Race Cops Five-Man Team members? Why aren't they here yet?"
The main Empire force was a little slower, so a bunch of impatient people from home had taken various high-speed modes of transport and come ahead of them. This group had taken a shuttle, while the God Race people had ridden Lin. Lilina considered herself half a God Race member, more or less, so she had gone with them