The sailors in the task force had naturally been elite crew members drawn from the various fleets. Even the least experienced among them were graduates who had just earned outstanding marks at maritime academies. The officers, meanwhile, fell into two clearly distinct groups: elite bureaucrats who had graduated from military academies, including quite a few scions of powerful families whose backgrounds were best left unmentioned; and the pillars of the military, made up of experienced technical officers and veteran sailors.
The latter naturally held an overwhelming majority and the most influence in the fleet. From that perspective, even though Earth's high officials often acted like fools, their mindset could still be salvaged.
Interestingly, that fellow was a Lunar, and an elite bureaucrat among elite bureaucrats, yet the non-bureaucratic group now always regarded him as one of their own.
That could only mean that psychics with real accomplishments enjoyed privileges, both in their treatment and in their popularity.
Meanwhile, in the senior officers' dining room aboard the Fuxi, Lieutenant General Yu Lian and Admiral Ferragu sat at the same table, drinking tea and chatting. Their conversation ranged from gossip about personnel on Earth to wild political speculation, and occasionally touched on peace in their generation and the future prospects of the Dawn Star Region.
Neither of them brought up the earlier alarm first, as if whoever spoke first would lose.
Of course, Admiral Ferragu was a seventy-year-old veteran, and far more mature and composed than a certain young, famous Chosen champion. So, only after the two had finished a pot of black tea did the old officer, who had started out as a cook, mention that he had bought quite a few shares in the Development Company. Once they appreciated in value, he'd be able to enjoy a wealthy retirement.
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