Lin Cuo's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Isn't this solved? Great Han Other things may be missing, Sakuradite--"
The next line of numbers jumped out.
[To establish an initial diplomatic causal anchor that can be maintained in both directions, the minimum requirement is High-Purity Fluid Sakuradite: forty-eight thousand tons.]
[Koprulu Joint Evacuation Fleet's current stable navigation gap for eighteen months, converted to High-Purity Fluid Sakuradite: 1.84 million to 2.17 million tons.]
[Great Han The current total inventory of military grade High-Purity Fluid Sakuradite is: six thousand two hundred and nineteen tons.]
[After deducting KMF, Shield, Rocket, track facilities and strategic preparation needs, the inventory that can be allocated unconditionally: 742 tons.]
[The current Blue Star theoretical total inventory of High-Purity Fluid Sakuradite political entities: more than 91,000 tons.]
[There is currently no political entity in the world that can uniformly dispatch the above inventories.]
Lin Cuo stared at the 1.84 million tons for a long time.
"In other words, I have to unify this planet first and connect Britannia, E. U., India, Area 11 and all Sakuradite production areas into the same production plan before I can be qualified to support others?"
[Accurate statement: Only by completing the standardization of global resources, expanding the High-Purity Fluid Sakuradite refining production line, and establishing a cross-world anchor industry can it be possible to support the fleet in the long term.]
"Then let me discuss a small deal with Raynor first."
[Real-time diplomacy is not established.]
Lin Cuo's outstretched hand stopped.
"Why?"
The system expands the reasons layer by layer.
[Koprulu Joint Evacuation Fleet is in a state of continuous transition and forced transfer, and the real coordinates are recalculated every seventeen to forty-three minutes.]
[The fleet uses two navigation systems, Terran and Swarm, that are not fully compatible with each other.]
[Amon Void Legion is contaminating some cross-border signals.]
[Gastrea orbital spore swarms are being tracked along civilian transport ship heat sources.]
[Another thirteen unknown tracing sources cannot be safely identified.]
[This world has yet to establish a stable cross-border beacon capable of carrying physical diplomats.]
[Therefore, only general diplomatic records preset by the target can be read, or small-scale one-way material delivery can be carried out.]
Lin Cuo saw thirteen unknown tracking sources and immediately decided not to establish diplomatic relations. The system also randomly played pre-recorded videos.
The screen was initially filled with snowflakes, and the vibration of some mechanical device overloading continued to sound in the background.
A few seconds later, a face that had obviously not had a good rest for a long time appeared in the center of Camera. The man's reporter jacket was badly worn, and a line of words appeared in the lower right corner of the screen.
[Radio Liberty Special Program: "We are not dead yet, so continue broadcasting"]
[Moderator: Mike er·Liberty.]
"If you are watching this video, first of all, congratulations." Liberty looked at Camera, his tone was calm and almost sarcastic, "You have found a joint evacuation fleet with battlecruisers, imperial royalty, rebels, Queen Swarm and severe fuel shortages. Our current common political platform is very stable-no one wants to die today."
Someone at the edge of the screen whispered, "Mike, please finish the key points for me!"
"That is James Raynor, the former Federation law enforcement officer, the Empire's top terrorist, and a war hero who saved the sector several times. Now he is mainly responsible for interstellar refugee registration, cosmic route coordination, and preventing different camps from shooting each other in the same restaurant."
"Mike."
"I'm trying to create a people-friendly image for you, Jim."
Liberty cuts the screen to a flashing war zone map. There are so many red targets that they almost completely cover the route. The ones at the front are Amon Void Legion and Black Mark. Behind them are a group of proliferating protozoa. Further away, there are only dense question marks.
"The black ones are Void Legion from Amon, and the reddish-brown ones are Gastrea. They have learned to wrap spores in a vacuum, and they have also learned to attack ships with civilians first. As for the question marks you see, there are usually two reasons: first, we have not completed the naming; second, the person responsible for the naming has not come back alive."
A soft sigh came from outside the screen.
Liberty continued, "The combined fleet needs Vespene Gas, Terrazine, or any high-energy materials that can be reprocessed by engineers into transition catalytic media. Of course, we currently cannot guarantee that we have the ability to solve your world's problems. We haven't even solved our own problems yet."
Raynor finally appeared on the screen, with scratches from the battle on his armor and a cigar in his hand.
"If you have refugees there and need a place to live, you can provide me with the coordinates and we will pick you up." Raynor said, "We can pack as much as we can. If the things that are chasing them follow them, we will find a way to deal with them."
Liberty turned his head. "Translation, Mr. Raynor is planning to take on another group of people that we can't afford, and provoke a group of enemies that we can't defeat all."
"Do you have a better idea?"
"Of course not, this is the worst part." Liberty turned to Camera again, "If you are willing to exchange resources, we will provide safe routes, some armor and weapon technology. If you are only willing to send a batch of life-saving supplies, Raynor will also treat you as a friend. By the way! This person has an extremely wasteful habit: he passed by before others have proven that they are worth saving!"
Raynor reached out and pressed the button to terminate the recording.
"Mike, that's enough."
"The last sentence." Liberty said before the screen disappeared, "If you are an emperor, Regent, a councilor or a great leader, please do not tell us in your first letter what kind of glorious inter-universe order you plan to establish. First tell us when the batch of fuel will arrive, Radio Liberty, the report is completed."
The screen went off, and Lin Cuo sat there and didn't speak for a long time.
After a while, he asked, "What is the maximum size for small-scale one-way material delivery?"
[The current safe upper limit of micro-material cracks: one hundred and twenty-eight tons.]
[Cannot bring people.]
[Unable to maintain real-time communication.]
[Return is not guaranteed.]
"Assemble twenty tons from the strategic mobile reserve."
[High-Purity Fluid Sakuradite's unconditionally available inventory will be reduced to 722 tons.]
[Golden Crow Project, Shield production expansion and the second round of BETA landing preparation will share the opportunity cost.]
[The target fleet cannot promise reciprocal returns.]
"I can see it."
[Are there any exchange conditions attached?]
Lin Cuo's hand stopped in front of the interface. Raynor's fleet has no territory, no stable tax source, and even no guarantee of how many ships will be available after the next jump. He can leave these twenty tons to Great Han, you can also ask the other party to submit route technology, weapons drawings and the number of refugees first, or even ask the Swarm branch of Kerrigan to sign a formal guarantee never to attack humans in this world.
But he suddenly remembered another very simple question.
If the people asking for help from Koprulu Fleet today are refugees from Great Han; if they are also followed by Swarm, Gastrea and a question mark without even a name, will Raynor settle the account first?
Probably not. The man would first open the freed cargo hold, then let Swann complain about lack of fuel, let Liberty complain that he was creating another heroic disaster, and finally stand in front of the bridge and prepare to fire.
"Unconditionally." Lin Cuo said, "Remarks written great Great Han Imperium Regent, emergency relief from Human Union Supreme Committee in the future."
[Confirm.]
Twenty tons of High-Purity Fluid Sakuradite disappeared from the Great Han strategic inventory.
The system only gave a logistics record, indicating that the batch of high-energy media had entered a maintenance and repair ship of Koprulu Joint Evacuation Fleet along the newly formed diplomatic cause and effect gap.
Ten seconds later, a low-bandwidth confirmation code came from another universe.
[Supplies have been received.]
[Priority uses: Life support for three medical transport ships; repair of a set of jump beacons; reactor cooling for two civilian transport ships.]
[James Raynor default diplomatic principle triggered.]
[Any political entity that still provides fuel, medicine and civilian supplies to the evacuation fleet when the return cannot be confirmed will be treated as a friend for the time being.]
[Acquire character relationship traits: Raynor's Friend.]
[Note: The two parties have not yet officially met.]
Lin Cuo blinked, a little unbelievable, how could the gap between people be so big?
No, Raynor and I are actually friends?
[James Raynor has lower admission conditions for the word friend than players have for the word credit.]
The system continues to expand.
[Stellaris Legendary Route Opens: Lighthouse of Order in All Realms·Arsenal of All Nations.]
[Great Han already has a long tradition of martial arts, a large industrial population, and a contractual foundation that requires execution no matter how far away it is.]
[Special rule formation: Even if the player's personal reputation is discredited, as long as the country's credit is still positive, the order side can still barely ignore the player's personal evaluation and start cross-world cooperation with the player's country]
[Legendary goal: Let the fire in the arsenal continue to burn for three civilizations that have lost their land at the same time.]
[Legendary goal: Help at least one defeated civilization restore an independent military-industrial cycle without annexing its political subject.]
[Legendary goal: to establish a set of cross-world ordnance standards that can still be produced, maintained and continuously improved after losing the original inventor.]
[Possible ending: Beacon of Order.]
[Possible ending: Arms Dealer of Myriad Worlds.]
[Possible ending: Every Disaster Knows Where Great Han Is.]
Lin Cuo looked at the last item, and his forehead began to jump.
"I just gave away twenty tons of Sakuradite, and you subscribed to the arms sales service of the entire dimensional world for me?"
The system did not respond.
"It's better not to open this diplomacy module. No matter how useless the system of other people's cats is, it can at least be transformed into a host to guide the strategy. What about you? As soon as I opened the diplomacy interface, it showed me the three-minute death countdown, then showed me the question mark eating Tyranids, and finally told me that as long as you are in the Order camp, you can throw the rescue mission into the Great Han to-do list."
[There is no character to be conquered in this system.]
"You don't even provide a customer service girl?"
[Not provided.]
"No rabbit ears either?"
[No.]
"Then what are you good for?"
[Record Iron Man results.]
"Get lost."