Inside the spacious but somewhat noisy Command Center on the bridge of the Tibbers, instruments glowed faintly and hummed softly. The crew were all busy at their stations, orderly as they operated the somewhat complicated consoles in front of them and watched the streams of information on their screens.
At that moment, the atmosphere on the bridge was a little tense. Everyone kept glancing toward the bridge doors from time to time, as if waiting for someone.
Before long!
The automatic doors slid open, and a troublesome little girl of a captain came striding in, yawning and rubbing her sleepy eyes.
She still had half a bottle of unfinished drink in her hand, and her whole being radiated the gloomy air of someone "forced to clock in and looking for somebody to take it out on."
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Seeing this, most people hurriedly turned their heads away, but some crew members still couldn't help whispering among themselves.
But when Annie glared at them with a gaze that seemed almost tangible, they quickly shut their mouths.
"Hmph!"
o(^｀)o
Annie ignored them, striding over to the captain's chair and plopping down. Then she casually lifted the drink in her hand and took a long, noisy sip before finally muttering:
"Go on!"
(｀)
"What exactly is going on?"
(^)
Her perfectly good vacation had been canceled. There was no way Annie could be in a good mood.
Hearing the captain's question, the young communications officer on duty stood up, saluted, and reported loudly:
"Reporting, Captain!"
"We've just received a distress call. The sender says their faction's star system is under attack by the Machine Clan. The situation is critical, and they urgently need reinforcements. They're also calling on all human factions who receive the message to hurry and provide support."
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