214.Technology Movement
A huge AA-9 cargo ship fell from the sky and landed in a remote desert on Cerea.
This primitive planet does not have any means of monitoring the sky. For a planet, the AA-9 cargo ship's more than 300-meter-long hull is still too small.
The hatch opened, and in the vast cargo hold, there were several rows of weapon racks neatly arranged, full of weapons. Among the several pallets on the ground, ammunition boxes piled up in mountains!
As if for some bad fun, these boxes were spray-painted with a pattern of Santa Claus. Of course, these people did not know the meaning. They only knew that it was an old human man wearing a red cotton jacket.
Yuri-Orlov got off the cargo ship wearing sunglasses and holding a cigar in his mouth. Two T-850 followers immediately came over and put a windbreaker on him, looking very stylish.
His younger brothers Vitaly-Orlov also wore sunglasses and smoked cigars, but they were only wearing a shirt and vest, which was not so eye-catching.
Cerea's elder Dor-Fermi-Bonmi, Galactic Republic's representative Blon, and the underworld boss Yifent-Meng were already waiting here. Seeing the tens of thousands of automatic rifles in the cargo hold, they laughed in unison.
And in the cargo hold, there is a MNLAV-21 Pathfinder-class light assault vehicle parked! However, this vehicle is not painted in a desert painting, but has slogans such as Long Live Technology written all over it. The turret of the attack vehicle has also been removed and replaced by a podium with a microphone.
"I really have you, Santa Claus! This is great! Hahahaha!!" Blon was the first to go up and hug Yuri-Orlov warmly. "If this operation is successful, then I will be the only successful one among the more than 30 special envoys sent by Galactic Republic!! According to the law, I will automatically be promoted to the plenipotentiary representative of Cerea, responsible for all affairs of Galactic Republic and Cerea!"
Yuri took a puff of his cigar and then said, "There are 100,000 assault rifles, 15 million rounds of ammunition and 1 million rounds of non-lethal rubber bullets. Is that enough?"
"Enough! Enough! Enough! Hahahaha!" Elder Dor nodded and bowed.
"No... not enough!" Yuri shook his head. "Cerea has a population of 450 million! 100,000 rifles? Including daily training and wear and tear? Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk. Elder Dor, my friend, is this just a beginning? Just a beginning. Only those who control the army can control political power, and you are the one who controls the army! And I am just the Santa Claus who delivers milk to the army, hahahaha!"
In the cargo bay, more than 100 B-1 robots have begun to carry weapons and ammunition to floating trucks to be sent away.
Although Cerea rejects civilization, through the penetration of Jabba forces and the efforts of Galactic Republic, there are still some technological products, and this Speeder is one of them.
Looking at this mountain-like weapon, Elder Dor felt that his body was shaking. He seemed to have touched Grand Elder's position! He smiled and said, "Of course, of course! As long as Technology Movement succeeds, I will set up a special Santa Claus Day to take advantage of your outstanding contributions to us in the past few years."
"That's called Christmas." Yuri patted his shoulder, "How much time do we have?"
"Elder Council is expected to hold a discussion in 4 days, and it will take at least 3 days for our team to march from the castle to the capital Tekav City, so we must act as soon as possible." Elder Dor said.
"Then what are we waiting for? Hahahaha!" Yuri laughed.
1 day later, Cerea, castle.
This castle specially built for outsiders from the planet is very wide and can accommodate at least tens of thousands of people. But today, far more people than the capacity have gathered here!
Most of those people are Cerea locals, and most of them are young people. They came here with great excitement, looked at Elder Dor who was delivering an impassioned speech on the high platform, and cheered loudly while waving slogans in their hands.
Under the stage, many official members of Technology Movement were busy. They distributed a mechanical palm-shaped pendant to the participants and asked them to hang it around their necks as a mark of Technology Movement. Then began to distribute holographic projectors and portable LED screens to replace the slogans written on pieces of cloth in the hands of these people.
Some people also hang many mechanical parts on their bodies to express their yearning for advanced technology.
And this time the real core force is gathering in front of the high platform where Dor is located!
That's an army wearing silver-white uniforms! This army is all Cerean, with unique metal helmets on their towering foreheads, like tall hats.
These are the real fanatical supporters of Technology Movement. They are even willing to sacrifice their lives and blood for the goals of modernization, industrialization, and technology! And each of them holds a Type 21 assault rifle in their hands!
Yuri-Orlov was smoking a cigar, looking at Dor-Fermi Bonmi who was giving a hard speech on the stage, and turned around with a smile and asked, "My dear Yifent, aren't you going?"
"This is not an occasion where I should appear." Yifent-Meng's voice was very low, "Jabba already knows the progress here, and he is very happy. You should know what those who make Jabba happy will get."
As he spoke, he turned around and said, "I'm going to Tatooine recently. There are some changes there. After Cerea's matter is settled, come to Tatooine to find me. If you can solve Tatooine's problem, Jabba is willing to establish a true friendship with you. In the entire galaxy, no one will dare to hurt you."
Then he left without looking back.
Yuri-Orlov took another deep drag on the cigar, turned around and continued watching the speech.
"... Now! Let us move toward Tekav City! Move toward our future!!"
The mighty team began to march along the Shale road leading to the Cerea capital.
At the front of the team are four fully armed teams. In the center of each team is someone holding a holographic projector, which projects the holographic image of Elder Dor's speech and plays it repeatedly.
Immediately behind was the MNLAV-21 Pathfinder-class assault vehicle, and Elder Dor stood on the roof of the attack vehicle. The place that was originally the turret has now been converted into a podium. Flowers were placed around him, and he patted the microphone gently for sound check, and then waved to the people around him with great satisfaction.
Behind them, there are 5,000 Technology Movement believers. They hold Type 21 assault rifle, which are filled with non-lethal rubber bullets, but just in case, everyone also has two magazines of full-power armor-piercing bullets.
And a huge team of more than 70,000 people followed behind, becoming an unstoppable torrent!