At that moment, Miss Fantine suddenly realized that as the energy shields around the two ships began to intertwine, she seemed to have lost control of her own vessel with her psychic power.
Her soul still sensed everything around her from a broader perspective, allowing her to clearly see the forward connection of her own ship, the Black Snake, begin to shift. Its square bow broke down into smaller blocks, like pixels in an image, then transformed into intangible energy.
The process might have lasted a while—or perhaps only an instant. Either way, in this state, the first officer's sense of time had gone completely numb.
She only saw that once the energy frequencies settled, the bow of the New Black Snake had indeed become smooth and rounded, and could now fit snugly into the middle section of the Ghost Dreadnought's two-part hull.
The two enormous flying vessels began drawing together on their own, like children's toys with built-in magnets.
"Oh! Great! I did it!" she heard the Great Khan Tomitelli sigh in satisfaction. Her emotions swelled into a feverish excitement, about to spill over.
"Ahahaha! We really did it! No misalignment! Not even a fraction off! That's what you get with me!" Captain Planck's laughter was bright and carefree, more like that of a boy simply savoring his achievement. It reminded Miss Fantine of the celestial boys back in high school. When they scored a goal in the regional tournament, they probably celebrated just like this.
Hah, men! They really are all the same until the day they die!
Miss Fantine snorted inwardly.
Even so, it showed that deep down, the captain was still an explorer and a pilot. If he could choose his life again, he would surely make an excellent regatta racer.
Miss Fantine had great respect