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In the dark depths of this universe, light and hope are equally scarce, and tragedy and death seem to be frequent visitors in every corner. The distances between celestial bodies are unimaginable, and various forms of life are merely seeking a glimmer of survival in this endless darkness. Cruelty is not just a characteristic, but a necessary survival strategy. In such an environment, some choose to become predators, some become prey, but most struggle between the two, striving to find a relatively safe harbor in the chaotic sea.
In this endless universe, filled with echoes of chaos and war, there is a small human ship floating on the edge of the galaxy. This ship, named "Wind God-class", may appear to be an old, soon-to-be-scrapped civilian vessel at first sight. However, upon closer inspection, you will discover it has some unusual details.
First, its outer shell appears to be pieced together from worn iron plates, but in reality, it is made of a special alloy with extremely high resistance to impact and heat. The entire hull is a dark gray color, seemingly treated to minimize reflection and radar detection. The ship's design is a peculiar blend between a commercial transport vessel and a military destroyer, featuring elegant curves and sharp angles that convey a sense of both speed and power.
Moving around to the side of the ship, you'll notice it is equipped with several heavy laser cannons and missile launchers. These weapons may seem haphazardly placed, but they have actually been carefully calculated and adjusted to maximize firepower and range. There are even multiple small turrets positioned above and below the ship, clearly for all-around defense.
The front of the hull has a huge radar antenna and various high-tech sensors, indicating that this ship is not just a simple fighter, but also has reconnaissance and intelligence collection capabilities. At the stern, there are a pair of huge thrusters surrounded by multiple auxiliary nozzles, indicating that this ship also has extremely high performance in terms of speed and maneuverability.
Most notably, the side of the ship is prominently marked with the words "Wind God-class" in ancient Gothic script, as if warning any approaching enemies that this is a ship not to be underestimated. From every seam to every rivet, you can feel that it has been modified and maintained so well, with every part carefully designed and every function extremely practical.
Overall, the Wind God-class is a ship that appears old on the outside but possesses extraordinary strength. It combines the versatility of a civilian vessel with the power of a military ship, incorporating a significant amount of high technology and personal characteristics. From this ship, you can feel that its owner must be an extremely talented and versatile master, who is not only proficient in various tactics and strategies, but also has a high level of expertise in ship design and modification.
The Wind God-class drifts slowly in the boundless darkness of space, like a giant whale swimming in the ocean. Light shines through several windows and armor plate crevices of the ship, sparkling like stars. However, the atmosphere inside the ship is much colder than the universe.
In the control room, John Whitaker tightly grips the communicator, facing a holographic screen. His face is filled with exhaustion and impatience, and his gray hair indicates his age. Wearing tactical armor and several ammo pouches, he looks like a seasoned veteran who has been through countless battles.
"I don't care for your excuses, I need those supplies, now!" he roars into the communicator, engaged in a heated negotiation with an uncooperative supplier.
Elsewhere on the ship, his three team members were each busy with their own tasks.
Alixia was sitting in her private space, a small room filled with mysterious runes and geometric patterns. She had a slender figure and was dressed in dark tactical gear, looking more like a dancer than a warrior. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, almost covering her entire back. In front of her floated a miniature star dart gun, and she was using her psychic abilities to make some subtle adjustments.
Taktron is in the communication room inside the ship. His appearance is far from human, with blue skin and a fish-like mouth indicating that he is a Tau. He is busy decrypting a data module, while two mechanical arms next to him help him operate various instruments. His eyes sparkle with passion and curiosity for technology.
Karenmu is in the workshop inside the ship. A man wearing the armor of a mechanical monk, his body is huge, almost occupying the entire space. He is performing a mysterious ritual on a mechanical weapon, using various occult symbols and incantations to purify the weapon, making it more suitable for combating chaos.
John pressed the button of the communicator fiercely and brought it to his mouth: "You bureaucratic fools! If you're not willing to supply the equipment, just say so, don't waste my time! We'll find another way, we don't need your hypocritical assistance!" With anger, he slammed the communicator shut.
He turned his gaze to the main computer screen, where the contract items had not been updated for several months. "How could this be? In this world full of war and chaos, we actually have no missions to do." John furrowed his brow, staring at the screen in disbelief. How could this world leave a group of extraordinary mercenaries with nothing to do?
"What a Dog's fart empire, all rules and regulations, but no real action," he muttered to himself, growing increasingly dissatisfied with the empire.
John patted the pipe in his pocket, pondering the next move for him and his mercenary group. In any case, he had to find a way. "Looks like I have to take matters into my own hands, and make a living," John decided.
He opened the internal communication line on the ship, preparing to gather everyone to discuss the next course of action. This time, they would no longer rely on anyone but themselves. This was also what John was best at: self-sufficiency and finding a way out in adversity.
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