In an ordinary conference hall within the massive fortress standing in orbit over Recruit Training Planet, all the military's senior leaders were now seated casually throughout the hall.
Among the Space Marines were company commanders Gray and Mo Tuo, as well as battalion commanders Nack, David, Dorak, and others.
From the Defense Force came the three legion commanders Anrida, York, and John, along with the commanders of the various armies under their legions.
Fleet Admiral Mendeleev had brought Tulas, Lilith, Xavier, Wood, and the captains of four other battleships under his command, as well as the captains of the various cruisers.
Dozens of senior officers from the Star Army had gathered together. All of them wore power armor that encased them completely, making them look imposing and commanding. Their power armor helmets rested on the tables before them.
These soldiers were elites who had endured the trials of countless battles, each with their own distinctive temperament and style. Some were taciturn, their eyes revealing unwavering resolve; others chatted and laughed freely, brimming with confidence and vitality.
Before these hulking men, all at least two and a half meters tall, ordinary people might have felt nervous and afraid. The presence they exuded made people wary of approaching them casually. It was the bearing that came from holding high positions for so many years.
Each of them seemed like an impregnable fortress. Yet to these soldiers, such a scene was commonplace. They were accustomed to facing every kind of danger and challenge on the battlefield, so even in this conference room, they remained calm and composed.
Mendeleev looked at everyone present, a smile appearing on his face as he said to Gray and Anrida, "I never expected it, but it's been a long time since we last gathered together. Look at us