"1st Combined Special Brigade of the Mars Garrison Force, board your ships!"
At the commanding officer's order, hundreds of Earth Defense Force elites in silver combat suits began boarding. The name "Watcher" stood out on the hull in both Chinese and English.
Boarding operations were also underway on the other two warships docked nearby, the Glory and the Heavenly Soldier.
"Martia, I heard we're heading to Jupiter this time, maybe even beyond the Solar System. Think we'll actually run into some vicious extraterrestrials?"
"It's not like you haven't played the Pirate King instance. They've got one nose and two eyes, just like us. We're the military's best, handpicked from thousands. There's nothing so scary about these Wulfians."
"Yeah! But there's still a risk. I've already written my last letter. If I die in battle, remember to bring my ashes back to Earth and scatter them in the Pacific Ocean."
"Save your worries. The Pacific Ocean doesn't need your contribution of ashes. We might be the only special fleet physically present on the battlefield, but there's practically no chance we'll get into close combat.
These three newly launched concept warships are basically training grounds for space soldiers. Being near the battlefield saves us some mental power, but they're also meant to give the Defense Force experience for future crewed operations.
If Earth Civilization's space navy wants to develop, it can't rely on drones alone. You need both legs to stand steady."
"Exactly. If we all get killed, that'll pretty much mean the battle is beyond saving anyway. Besides, we're all men who volunteered for the front lines. Not one of us is afraid to die!"
"Right! Almost every insurance company on Earth has voluntarily insured each of us for free. If you're 'lucky' enough to die in battle, congratulations! Your family