A week later.
After a full week of rest and exercise, all the researchers and Starship pilots had returned to their former physical condition.
Inside the command center of the Earth.
Lü Yongchang sat at the highest command station, his brow tightly furrowed as he studied the Holographic Image before him.
The holographic projection clearly displayed the records of one Starship pilot after another.
Indeed, the problem facing him was choosing his commanders before the war.
This was Human Civilization's first interstellar combat operation. With no past experience or service records to draw on, Lü Yongchang could only select candidates based on their battlefield simulation scores and live-fire simulation results.
Of course, these so-called live-fire simulations were really just exercises such as shooting meteoroids in the Asteroid Belt.
They did not have the resources or time to conduct a genuine space combat exercise.
As for why they had not chosen the commanders beforehand...
The reason was simple: who knew what accidents might occur during a century-long voyage in hibernation?
For example, according to Zero's report, one unlucky man aboard Home One had suffered several unexplained failures of his Hibernation Chamber. Although robots had repaired it promptly, his bodily functions had still been severely damaged.
Barring any unexpected developments, he would have to live as an ordinary person for the rest of his life.
Lü Yongchang frowned deeply as he scrolled through the holographic projection before him.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, his hand stopped swiping through the air.
"Zero, pull up his detailed records."
The rapidly scrolling holographic projection abruptly stopped.
Then Zero retrieved a Starship pilot's service record and displayed it before him.
"Expand this section on Titan." Lü Yongchang scanned the record and immediately zeroed in on one section.
A long while passed.
Lü Yongchang nodded gently.
"Good. He'll do."