Although Miss Fantine had already become a core member of the Serpent Around the World and joined the "Executive Timekeepers," her experience as a top student at the Alliance Cosmic Fleet Academy still deeply influenced her. She remained a cautious, meticulous, and objective person. If fate hadn't played a cruel trick on her, she would surely have become a typical elite Alliance officer by now.
Although she was meticulous and objective, she had indeed caught a fleeting shift in energy. But it had lasted too briefly; by the combat regulations of the various nations' space fleets, it didn't constitute evidence.
"We can't rule out the possibility that it was a false impression," the first officer replied, with complete rationality and objectivity.
"But neither can we rule out a security risk," Captain Planck added. "We need to discuss this..."
"We don't have time! To hell with discussing it!" the Great Khan cut him off.
I'm the captain! Planck glared at the back of the figure in the heraldic armor. He wanted to say it so badly, but he didn't dare. All he could feel was aggrieved.
He was starting to feel like crying.
Miss Great Khan hadn't noticed at all. She had already brought up a screen. "Of course there's a certain security risk, but we don't need to worry about it."
On the screen, the ghostly dreadnought stood like an unshakable fortress, despite being surrounded and attacked by Tiyangkai of every size, all charging in desperate assaults.
...Of course, its shields had been breached a few times, and faint, flickering sparks of fire could be seen outside the hull, but that didn't mean the ship had actually been damaged.
Put simply, even the crude "primitive warships" of modern humanity had a layer of nan armor wrapped around their outer hulls.