At the westernmost edge of the Gask Starfield lay the Bohnse Starfield, known as the Gask Gate. It was now under full-scale fortification. With the free support of the Level 4 Gask Civilization, Bohnse had established a long, narrow defensive belt along the edge of the star system. Warships that had previously been stationed within the system had been relocated to this fortress-like outer-space starport. Not only was Bohnse's Level 3 civilization fleet present, but at the very center of the starport was a Level 4 fleet from the Gask Civilization.
"Guard against a possible Zerg invasion!" This was the declaration Gask Civilization gave to Bohnse. Even if Bohnse had grievances about someone else's formidable ships and cannons blocking their doorstep, they could only swallow them under that slogan and declaration. Fortunately, they were not alone. The Level 3 Cardenas Civilization in the starfield north of Bohnse had likewise received "armament assistance" from the Gask Civilization!
At the outer-space starport's long-range observation station, a man in a green military uniform lounged against the back of his chair. He stretched lazily, then smiled at the serious young man beside him. "Richard, I heard you'd only just held your wedding the day before you were drafted?"
Richard, the young man who had been conscripted after his advancement, shifted his gaze away from the screen and said ruefully, "Yeah. I submitted my enlistment application a long time ago, but there was never any news. I thought it had vanished without a trace. Then, more than half a year later, the military suddenly sent me an enlistment order. More accurately, I left on the very day of my wedding. Right after the ceremony, a military car came to pick me up..."
The man, a sergeant, grinned and shook his head. "Then you're really unlucky.