PFC Chapter 818 Various Forces
Chapter 818 Various Forces
Chapter 818 Various Forces
The encounter with the two Mandalorians from the Watchers was merely an interlude in the exploration process, yielding only some fragmented intelligence. Afterwards, Fu Qinghai and Yevander re-surveyed and selected a site for their secret base on Harmony, avoiding the Watchers' strongholds.
Once the location was decided, Fu Qinghai handed over the task of building the secret base to Yevander. The two then returned to the Mandalorian Empire's military base. Fu Qinghai quickly tidied his appearance and, along with his beautiful adjutant Roxie, boarded the shuttle again to Sendari City.
Today, the reinforcements promised by Tagin have arrived.
……
Sendari, Royal Palace Square.
Fu Qinghai and Melten stood on the high platform in front of the square, surrounded by soldiers of the Imperial Super Commando Team.
Fu Qinghai did not stand side by side with Merten, but deliberately took a step back and stood to his side and behind him, highlighting Merten's dominant position and reducing his own presence.
At this moment, on the main road leading from Royal Square to the outskirts of Sendari, a unit clad in stormtrooper armor was marching in formation towards Royal Square. This unit appeared to have received little military training, as their formation was loose and somewhat sparse.
Their armor was yellow and black, a stark contrast to the all-white armor of the Imperial Stormtroopers.
Furthermore, this team is mixed with a large number of robots in addition to human soldiers: B1 combat robots, B2 super combat robots, BX special assault robots... all of which are models that were once used by the Independent System Confederation Army.
"What kind of unit is this?"
Merten stared at the team and asked in confusion.
"Lucic Mercenary Group".
Fu Qinghai explained softly from behind him:
"Strictly speaking, they are not the Imperial Army, but private military contractors that cooperate with the Empire, specializing in handling the dirty and tiring work that the Imperial Army is unwilling to do. These guys also have a nickname, 'the Empire's mad dogs'."
Merten frowned upon hearing this:
"Is Mandalorian some kind of dirty work?"
“It is possible, in Governor Tarkin’s opinion.”
Fu Qinghai answered calmly.
"They don't seem to have very good military discipline."
There was a hint of worry in Merten's eyes.
Merten was, after all, still a young man. His lust for power had not yet overwhelmed his kindness and reason. Although most of the Mandalorian clans were on the opposite side of the Saxon clans, one thing was one thing. As a Mandalorian, he did not want to see his homeland ravaged by some undisciplined soldiers. Seeing these so-called reinforcements who were even marching in loose formations, he could not help but feel such concern.
"Hmph, how good can the discipline of mercenaries be?"
Fu Qinghai smiled dismissively and spoke.
Fu Qinghai's answer deepened Merten's worries.
"So Lord Tarkin really believes that these mercenaries can solve the problems currently facing the Mandalorian space?"
Melten turned to look at Fu Qinghai and asked seriously.
Upon hearing this, Fu Qinghai fell into a brief silence.
"I do not know."
Fu Qinghai carefully considered his words before speaking:
"Their arrival has at least objectively increased the Empire's military presence in this region. As for whether these mercenaries can suppress the major clans and restore peace and stability to Mandalors, I can't guarantee it. We can only take it one step at a time."
"Your Excellency, Colonel Aoyama."
At this moment, Captain Hack walked over and said:
"Commander Tarasov has arrived."
Melten turned to Fu Qinghai and asked:
Aren't you coming with me?
Fu Qinghai gently shook his head and smiled:
"I won't go; you can decide."
"Okay, I'll tell you what the outcome of the negotiations was."
Melten scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Captain Hack sighed inwardly upon seeing this.
This Tarasov leader must be a reincarnator, so Fu Qinghai tried to avoid meeting him as much as possible; it would be troublesome if he were recognized. As for what the mercenary leader and Governor Mandalor discussed, Fu Qinghai knew without needing to relay it—there were listening devices installed by the Imperial Security Bureau in the Governor's office.
……
At this moment, in the orbital space of Mandalorian.
A Jettrooper-class Star Destroyer was quietly moored.
This Jettrooper-class Star Destroyer is very eye-catching with its yellow and black paint scheme, and there is a huge Slavic sun wheel painted logo on the front, covering one-third of the top hull of the warship.
Like the Victory-class Star Destroyers, the Jet-class Star Destroyers are old-fashioned Star Destroyers that have been in service since the Galactic Republic era. By the Galactic Empire era, they had gradually been retired from active service in the Imperial Navy, and some of them were transferred to private military contracting companies like the Lucich Mercenary Group.
The Jet-class Star Destroyer is a Star Destroyer designed as an aircraft carrier. It features the iconic dagger-shaped hull of the Star Destroyer family. Despite being only a little over 1,100 meters long, it has a spacious hangar that can accommodate over a hundred light fighter jets.
At this moment, on the wide and flat hangar deck, all sorts of strange and unusual private vehicles were haphazardly placed: Naboo N-1 starfighters, Eta-class shuttles, S-130 "Sanctuary" airships, Jedi turboships, LATT/i attack gunships, CK-6 flying motorcycles, Breeze-G flying motorcycles...
The Lucich Mercenary Group is essentially a shell organization of the Songcaiwo Brotherhood, a single entity with two names. They don't provide their members with standardized vehicles, so the reincarnators acquire transportation independently. It's hard to imagine how the deck crew manages to maintain and repair such a diverse array of vehicles piled up here.
The Lucich mercenary group was making pre-battle preparations. Different types of maintenance robots moved through the gaps, and the reincarnators surrounded their vehicles. Some were checking whether the vehicle engines were working properly, while others were haggling and arguing loudly with the logistics personnel in charge of maintenance. In short, the hangar deck was as chaotic and noisy as a vegetable market.
"Install this Ax-108 'Ground Buzzer' heavy blaster for me, you hear me, you damn robot?"
"Sorry, this design is not available from the manufacturer."
"Just do what I tell you to do, and stop wasting your breath!"
"Get out of the way! This is Tibana liquefied gas! If it explodes, you bunch of idiots will all be sent flying!"
"Does anyone have a ratchet? Does anyone have a ratchet?"
……
Unlike the noisy and chaotic hangar deck, if you pass through the winding passages and numerous gates to reach the depths of the warship, you will arrive at a dark and quiet mysterious cabin.
The light blue light strips on the ceiling provided some illumination. Rows of black metal chassis stood in the cabin, like upright coffins. Dark red data streams flowed on the screens of these server arrays, with dense characters constantly scrolling and refreshing, the only dynamic thing here.
There are inscriptions on the chassis:
MIKOSHI (神舆)
Apart from the slight noise of the water circulating through the cooling pipes.
The entire cabin was completely quiet and there was no sound.
until……
"Hoo-hoo————"
A very loud, heavy gasp suddenly rang out.
On the metal platform in the center of the cabin, a white-haired, baby-faced woman whose entire body was replaced by black mechanical prosthetics suddenly opened her blue eyes and sat up abruptly.
“You’ve finally woken up, Bikova.”
A somewhat familiar voice sounded from the side:
"It just so happens to coincide with this major event in the storyline."
The white-haired woman turned her head to look blankly.
Beside her stood a thin, emaciated man wearing glasses. He had large eyes with dark bags under them, and a few strands of long black hair clung to his bald head. He looked a lot like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings.
"The coupling process took longer than I expected."
The gaunt man stared at the computer screen and said:
"I thought you would never wake up again."
"Peter... Petrovich?"
Bikova finally remembered his name.
She frowned and looked around the cabin.
"Am I...am I dead?"
The white-haired woman asked somewhat uncertainly.
"Otherwise, why would you wake up here?"
The skinny man pushed up his glasses and said:
"It seems you haven't fully recovered your memories from your previous life."
Kamila Bikova sat on the edge of the metal platform, her head bowed, her eyes squinting as if trying to recall something.
“I remember now, Fangduo, the shipyard. I was sent there to deal with a suspected power-type reincarnator. The sewers, yes, I entered Fangduo's sewers, and I saw… a lightsaber! That's right, the opponent is a Jedi!”
The white-haired woman suddenly raised her head and said seriously.
"Okay, Jedi, what's next?"
The thin, bespectacled man patiently persuaded him.
"After that... I have no recollection of anything after that."
The white-haired woman's face fell into confusion once again:
"I can't remember what happened after that."
"Ah, that's pretty much what I guessed."
Petrovich nodded indifferently:
"Your last memory comes from the last data uploaded by the chip. After you went deep into the sewer, the signal was lost and disconnected, so you don't remember anything that happened after that."
"A Jedi Knight? The intelligence I received made no mention of a Jedi Knight in the sewers of Fangdo City..."
Kamila Bikova's face shifted between light and shadow:
"Fuck Tarasov, he killed me."
"I've remade your entire prosthetic body."
Petrovich, as if ignoring Bikova's muttered curses through gritted teeth, continued speaking to herself:
"You still owe me seven thousand assimilation points."
After speaking, the gaunt man turned around, pulled a thin, flat chip from the cabinet, and handed it to the white-haired woman:
"A brand new Relic chip, version 2.0, I'll give you a discount and charge you 3,000 assimilation points. Do you want it?"
Kamila Bikova's face was grim and ugly. She snatched the thin chip from the man's hand, turned her head and inserted the chip into an inconspicuous, narrow brain-computer interface on the back of her head. She then got up and walked out of the cabin without saying a word.
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Sendari, the royal palace.
"You can rest assured, Your Excellency."
A tall, stout middle-aged man sat casually in Melten's office chair, sporting a short, gray-black buzz cut and a thick beard. He wore a tight black turtleneck sweater, and with an electronic cigarette atomizer between his large fingers, he was puffing away while pointing at the holographic projection and talking animatedly.
“Mandalorian will not fall. I checked before I came. The Imperial military base outside Sendari City is very well defended. If we launch a direct attack, we will suffer huge casualties. Besides, there is a naval fleet watching from the sky. Don’t be fooled by how loud these bastards are now. They don’t dare to attack the Imperial military base at all. They’re just harassing us.”
As he spoke eloquently, smoke hissed from between his teeth, enveloping his face, which was covered with pockmarks and crisscrossing scars. The tall, muscular man's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his face, neck, and arms were covered in black tattoos, all in words and symbols that Melten couldn't understand.
"So what do you plan to do?"
"Merten asked curiously."
"We need to focus on the core issues."
The tall, muscular man pointed his electronic cigarette atomizer at a planet in the holographic projection, his tone full of confidence:
"Where did these unidentified rebels on Mandalorian come from? They are essentially sent by the various clans. We don't need to verify their identities, nor do we need to get entangled with them on Mandalorian. We will directly attack their homeworld, beat them into submission on their own territory, and these harassment attacks on Mandalorian will naturally disappear."
The tall, muscular man's basic speech had a strange rolled "r" sound, and Melten didn't know where this accent came from.
"That would inevitably lead to ground combat."
Melten looked at the tall, muscular man and reminded him:
"They won't give in just by blockading the planet."
"Hahahaha, the Empire's army is afraid of close combat with the Mandalorians, but we are not."
The tall, muscular man leaned back in his seat and laughed loudly:
“I don’t know if you’ve heard of the Lucich Mercenary Group before. We have some unpleasant nicknames, like ‘the mad dogs of the Empire’ and such, which are some of the insults the rebels use against us. But that also shows that they fear us! We are not cowards who only hide in orbit and bomb. The Lucich Mercenary Group has never been afraid of face-to-face combat.”
The man clenched his fist and made a thrusting motion, his eyes wide open, grinning as he said:
"Battles that involve bloodshed are much more exciting!"
Melten looked at the holographic projection on the table.
The planet that the tall, strong man had just pointed to was Kalevala, the home planet and fiefdom of the Kriz clan.
……
At the same time.
A basement bar in Sendari.
Sendari City has a vast underground space, with two-thirds of the entire city located underground, and the various areas connected by rail transit. Wei Ran and Qinia did not take the rail train, but instead walked through the intricate forest of pipes before finally finding this hidden bar.
The two had been on Mandalorian for several days now, but had yet to obtain any useful information. Although the Empire had not continued to blockade Sendari, routine patrols, checks, and interrogations remained essential, and stormtroopers and Mark IV reconnaissance droids were a common sight on the streets.
Because the murderer of the governor's family has not yet been caught, a large number of imperial soldiers are still stationed in Sendari City, and the atmosphere in the city remains tense. Citizens dare not talk about too many sensitive topics, which also affects the efficiency with which the two women obtain information related to the plot.
Is this the place?
Wei Ran looked at the flashing sign in the doorway in the distance.
"It should be."
Zinia straightened her clothes.
Although the main purpose is to gather information and spy, when they arrive at bars and nightclubs, where men and women compete, the two women inevitably have to dress up carefully, and a more alluring appearance does make it easier for them to take advantage of their gender.
Qi Nia wore an off-the-shoulder strapless top paired with smoky gray wide-leg pants, while Wei Ran wore a fluffy fur coat on top and pure black floral lace fishnet stockings that covered her two straight, long legs. Neither of them wore particularly light clothing, but rather adhered to the principle of wearing tight-fitting tops and loose bottoms, or vice versa. One important reason for this was that they needed loose clothing to conceal their lightsabers.
Two alluring women from different ethnic backgrounds, each with their own unique charm, walked hand in hand gracefully towards the bar entrance.
Then I was stopped at the door.
"Please show your invitation code, ma'am."
The security guard raised his hand expressionlessly:
"Or tell me the name of the person who introduced you."
Do I need an invitation code or a referrer?
The two women exchanged a silent glance.
"You have already seen our invitation code."
Qi Nia parted her lips slightly and spoke softly.
A flicker of confusion crossed the security guard's expressionless face. He then turned and pushed open the bar door, indicating:
"Please, ladies."
With a single move of Force mind control, she easily subdued the security guard, and the two women walked one after the other into the noisy and bustling bar.
A waft of sweet fragrance wafted from her swaying body.
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into the night.
The city of Sendari was shrouded in darkness.
A sewage treatment facility located underground in the city.
Beside the deserted engine valve, three cloaked figures emerged silently from the shadows and joined together.
Fu Qinghai lifted his hood, revealing his true face.
Wei Ran took off her tattered cloak and tossed it aside. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she had a dreamy smile on her face. The combination of the soft fur coat and the openwork fishnet stockings caught Fu Qinghai's eye.
My guess has been confirmed.
Wei Ran stopped in front of Fu Qinghai and said:
"There is indeed a third faction, and it is the 'Mandalorian' faction that I previously speculated about. I have already made contact with some players in this faction. They are mostly players who have always been anchored in the Star Wars canon universe. There are people from various clans. They are currently in the stage of discussing countermeasures."
Wei Ran recounted all the information she had gathered in one breath. She reeked of alcohol, and her breath had a sweet fragrance, indicating that she had clearly drunk too much.
Fu Qinghai turned to look at Qi Niya and found that the woman's expression was normal, with her hands in her pockets and smiling as she stood to the side. He thought to himself, "You two went to a bar together and you didn't drink a single drink?"
"I drank way more than her, okay?"
Qi Nia seemed to have read Fu Qinghai's mind, rolled her eyes slightly, and pouted as she explained:
"The Zeltros people have two livers."
Alcohol is primarily metabolized by the liver. It seems that besides their skin color, the Zeltros also have different internal organ structures than humans. Coupled with their limited telepathic abilities and pheromone control, they truly deserve to be considered a different race. I really want to dissect them and see how their livers are structured.
Fu Qinghai thought to himself.
"Hey, you don't seem very surprised?"
Wei Ran waved in front of him.
"I already know about the third faction."
Fu Qinghai nodded and said seriously:
"Perfect timing, now that you've made contact with them, go tell the Mandalorian faction's Reincarnators that the Lucich Mercenary Group is going to attack Kalevala, and tell them to prepare."
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