Click! The camera flashed.
"Good! That's a wrap! Thank you for your hard work, Governor." An assistant called out loudly.
The surrounding staff immediately returned to their positions and began packing up.
The assistant hurried over with a fawning smile and handed Governor Wilhuff Tarkin, who had just stepped down from the set, a glass of freshly squeezed juice. "You've worked hard, Governor. That mobilization speech just now was truly magnificent!"
Governor Tarkin straightened his uniform. When he noticed dust on his cuff, he frowned.
The sharp-eyed assistant immediately stepped forward to help Tarkin remove his uniform jacket, then brought over a clean, neat military greatcoat and draped it over him. He said carefully, "Governor, three more units are heading to the battlefield next. Should we record their pre-battle mobilization speeches as well?"
Tarkin took a sip of his drink and said coldly, "We'll certainly record them, but have the civilian staff revise the wording. That one just now... hm, the troops from Valto City in the southern hemisphere? Hmph. I've been to Valto City. It's just a tiny little city. That speech actually required me to encourage them? Do they not know that every mouthful of food they eat is bestowed by me?"
"Did you hear that?! Revise it, revise it! What status does the Governor have? He has to be forceful! Forceful, understand?" The lead assistant flaunted Tarkin's authority as he turned and berated the civilian staff nearby.
Those civilian staff members, all once well-known writers, hurriedly got to work without daring to make a sound.
Eriadu's capital, the outer spaceport of Eri-Xiang City.
"Charge!!!!" Desperate Galactic Republic soldiers roared as they rushed toward the Fourth Civilization Army's positions, trying to retake the spaceport that had just been captured.
Ten thousand recruits, who had just been brought