Not far behind the Heart of Steel, a slightly smaller airship followed closely behind.
Inside the bridge.
Staring at the heavily modified Heart of Steel in the distance, General McClen's face was clouded with gloom.
He still remembered the congratulations that tin-can-wearing guy had mockingly offered when he stepped off that airship.
He swore it.
The humiliation he had suffered here would be repaid tenfold in this lifetime!
Not far from him, Adria, captain of the Arbiter, frowned and pondered for a long while before suddenly speaking.
"I still can't figure out how we're supposed to seize that thing."
Compared to his Arbiter, that thing was armed like a porcupine with cannons. Even if it faced an army of a hundred thousand head-on, the latter would probably be left helplessly staring.
Though there was no mockery in those words, they sounded especially grating to McClen, making his brow twitch.
"That was an accident..."
Seeing that his colleague did not wish to elaborate, Adria regretfully shrugged and did not press further.
Though he had one more star on his shoulder than McClen, he still had to consider the background behind the man.
Unlike officers like Griffin, who came from commoner backgrounds, McClen was, like himself, an aristocratic officer of standing. Though the officers who had followed the eastward expansion faction had suffered badly, McClen would not lose his position over it. His service record on the eastern front might even become part of his credentials.
Political alignment was one thing, but in a place like Triumph City, one's social standing was an equally impossible factor to ignore. They were both from the air force system. There was no need to offend someone over a few words.
Silence briefly settled over the bridge.
Then McClen suddenly took the initiative to speak.
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