Actually, Miss Ostana's words had not been entirely accurate. Major General Bifik's current condition was not merely a matter of being injured. He had completely lost the ability to move.
Major General Bifik, who could still just barely claim to be at the tail end of his youth, was indeed a fierce general worthy of His Majesty the Emperor's praise.
Soldiers of this type would never leave the front line as long as they could still move. The problem was that, right now, he had no choice. Ten minutes earlier, an ion shell had struck the bridge of the Wanghu. It had failed to penetrate the shields and armor, but it had still successfully caused a violent tremor inside the bridge.
After the Wanghu had accumulated quite a few scars during the previous two battles and the several days of pursuit that followed, this violent tremor finally caused structural damage. A piece of ceramic broke loose from the ceiling and fell toward Major General Bifik, who stood at the very front of the bridge's top level.
The fierce general was caught completely off guard. The ceramic fragment smashed straight into his head, making his orange hair seem several shades hotter. His burly body was even pierced by another broken fragment, sending him tumbling from the highest platform of the bridge. With a loud clang, he crashed onto a service robot on the lowest level.
The robot, which looked like a mobile freezer, immediately fell apart. The bridge was suddenly filled with the enticing aroma of roasted meat... All right, the robot had been delivering food.
The crewmen on the lowest level stood frozen for nearly half a minute before screaming and rushing up to rescue their commander, who smelled just as much like roasted meat.
On an ordinary day, this