The Yukikaze hovered quietly in its berth at Colchis Orbital Dock Four.
Its hull resembled a floating mountain range of steel, its holds stretching for kilometers and packed with military supplies of every kind.
From ammunition to rations, from fuel to spare parts, it had everything.
Dozens of enormous hatches stood open along its belly, revealing mountains of crates and shipping containers within.
Johnny and a group of soldiers from the Colchis Imperialis Militia's 48th Army stood in line, waiting to collect their supplies.
The long, winding queue stretched from the warehouse entrance to the end of the corridor, but anticipation showed on every face.
Everyone knew that today's distribution was out of the ordinary.
With war approaching, the Colchis Imperialis Militia's already generous meals had become even more lavish.
The logistics department seemed to have thrown open every stockpile overnight. Foods normally rationed out in limited quantities were now hauled out by the ton as though they cost nothing.
The air was filled with the scent of food—the smoky aroma of roast meat, the wheaty fragrance of bread, and the sweetness of syrup mingling together—making everyone in line swallow hungrily.
Steaks that were normally rationed were now handed out by the ton.
Crate after crate of thick, juicy Gloass steaks came out of cold storage. They sizzled under the cooks' hands, their surfaces turning an enticing golden brown.
Ice cream was available without restriction too. Huge tubs were brought out, and bowls were piled mountain-high with ice cream coated in thick icing and jam.
Carrying a tray loaded with more than a dozen Gloass steaks and a large bowl of icing-covered ice cream, Johnny found a seat.
His tray was so full it nearly overflowed, but he seemed entirely unaware of that—or rather, he simply did not care.
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