"Lower your shields and let us scan your cargo holds. Then you can head to the spaceport and enjoy the life of the rich." The Scipio Defense Fleet Commander spoke lazily into the communicator, with a faintly sour edge in his voice.
He had heard something about this operation. He knew that as long as this fleet had brought something even remotely useful—something those big capitalists wanted—they would not be stingy with their rewards.
Those grunts would at least be able to live out the rest of their lives without worrying about food or clothing.
Poor him, still stuck here guarding the homes and gates of those capitalists. Though the pay was far higher than in the navy, it still could not compare to reaching the finish line in one step like them, could it?
Lost in his thoughts, he actually forgot about the alarms sounding from the console beside him. It was not until his adjutant shouted a horrified warning that he reacted. "Commander!! Those warships... are charging up! Their main guns are charging up!!!"
The Defense Fleet Commander sprang to his feet, but the last thing he ever saw was a blinding flash.
Twelve Hunter Class Battlecruisers fired their main guns in unison!!
As mentioned before, the true designer of the Hunter Class Battlecruiser was Willix Blythex, the most brilliant warship designer in the Milky Way Galaxy. Within the Hunter Class's 1,137-meter hull, he had given full play to his genius imagination and pushed everything to the limit.
Firepower, mobility, protection, fighter capacity, shields... the Hunter Class Battlecruiser could be called a standard all-rounder.
Naturally, this came at no small cost. For example, the Hunter Class's main gun turrets were arranged on both sides beneath the bridge, toward the middle and rear of the ship. This bizarre placement