On the central command bridge of the low-orbit defense platform, heads practically pressed through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Holy shit!"
"A starship!!!"
"Damn... Ye Shi really flew that thing back?!"
"Tch, and you're still calling him little brother!"
"Exactly! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—"
"I heard he even brought back a Gaia native!"
"Awesome!"
"Awesome my ass! What's it got to do with you?"
"Damn it! Can't I be curious what she looks like?"
"Hey, Wasteland OL should change its name. Once open beta starts, they might as well call it Starry Sky OL."
"Shh! Don't let the dogshit planners hear you!"
The people crowded together before the windows were all players from The Alliance.
Some belonged to the Burning Corps, while others came from different corps or were lone players who had not joined any corps at all.
Welcoming the return of the Orion missile cruiser was a limited-time server event. Anyone who signed up could participate.
Of course.
The moment such a limited-time event launched, it was practically guaranteed that everyone signed up.
However, a bridge of only a few hundred square meters clearly could not accommodate that many people.
Besides, the "audience" did not consist solely of people from The Alliance. There were also representatives sent by survivor factions across the wasteland, such as the Academy, the Enterprise, the South Sea Alliance, and even the Eastern Empire.
Why enjoy something alone when everyone could enjoy it together? What was the point of shutting the doors and admiring such a huge starship by themselves?
Ye Shi was not the only one eager to show off. Chu Guang had the same need.
Standing behind the players and watching the dark mass of people squeezed against the windows, Fang Chang could not help but sigh.
"I can