053C [Golden Crow] battleship.
The vice-captain's eyes went wide as he stared at Fan Ping beside him in disbelief.
"C-Captain Fan..."
"Th-this is your plan to persuade them to surrender?"
"What? Is there a problem?" Fan Ping shrugged, looking utterly matter-of-fact. "It worked pretty well, didn't it?"
The vice-captain frantically scratched his fluffy hair. "No, this isn't about whether it fucking worked!"
"Look at what you just did!"
"You disabled the weapon lock-on restrictions, then fired an antimatter shell at our probe!"
Fan Ping nodded calmly. "One shot ended the fight. Very efficient!"
"...That was a fucking ally!!!" The vice-captain kept clawing at his hair.
After all that scratching, his hair was as messy as a bird's nest.
"Of course I knew it was an ally." Fan Ping shot the vice-captain an irritated glance. "Didn't we just go over this? Our weapons are too powerful. One shot would probably wipe out an entire Eugene warship."
"What about the contribution points we'd lose?"
"B-but you still can't attack an ally..." Perhaps finding Fan Ping's argument rather reasonable, the vice-captain's voice weakened a little.
"That thing costs a fortune to build. Unless something unexpected happens..."
The vice-captain pondered for a moment, then said with certainty, "We'll probably have to pay for it."
"...??!"
Fan Ping's face turned green at a visibly rapid pace.
"What the hell?!"
"We have to pay for that thing?!"
"Nobody ever told me that!"
The vice-captain fell silent again for a while, then quietly twisted the knife. "Nobody else would attack their own probe, either..."
Fan Ping: "..."
"Look on the bright side." Suppressing a smile, the vice-captain raised a hand and gently patted his shoulder. "Everything has two sides."
"In a way, you've made history."
"They might even introduce a few regulations specifically because of you."
"After