Five hundred Blue Star defectors sat in the cabin, watching Skrull Star grow smaller and smaller beyond the portholes as their unease deepened.
It had already taken considerable courage for them to decide to come to the unfamiliar world of Skrull Star.
Now they had discovered that their true destination was not Skrull Star, but a desolate planet utterly unfit for human habitation. Naturally, they became even more frightened.
But there was nothing they could do.
The ship was getting farther and farther from Skrull Star. It was not as if they could jump ship.
All they could do was pray that Brandon and the Solar Emperor would act like decent human beings for once.
Fortunately, Brandon kept offering words of reassurance to the people in the cabin, with Figos assisting him from the side.
With the two of them playing off each other, the crowd's panic did not spread too wildly.
Brandon and Figos also knew exactly what points to emphasize.
Figos said, "Don't worry, everyone. Brandon is, after all, North America's top player. He definitely won't deceive you!"
Brandon added, "I just called the Solar Emperor, and His Majesty the Emperor agreed to give every one of you a phone!
Although the signal will get worse and worse and getting online will become more difficult as the ship travels farther from Skrull Star, the phones have plenty of offline games. You can also use them to set up a local network and play simple games like Werewolf. It should help ease the boredom of the journey."
"Phones?"
Hearing that the Skrull would even provide phones, many people's eyes lit up.
Almost everyone among them had brought a phone from Blue Star, loaded with plenty of e-books, videos, and offline games. They were not really short on entertainment.
But