'Gray Warbler' class cha, the standard Sequence 5 cha once mass-produced for military service and the main force in ground warfare, were far superior to the agile Turtledove-class cha. Although most are now retired, a portion remains in service within the military.
The erald green light saber was especially conspicuous in the curtain of rain, emitting wisps of steam. Then it swooped down again, fiercely cleaving through the turtledove-class cha's defense, an orange light saber, washing the jade saber's particle stream across the exterior of the cha, sparking a cascade of Mars and lting parts, severing an arm of the opposing cha.
In the rain, two Turtledove-class cha belonging to the North Third District fell back, clearing space, while the three swiftly arriving Gray Warbler-class cha surrounded and swiftly dismbered the two resisting Turtledove cha, until only their torsos remained, collapsing into the water.
Compared to the Turtledove-class cha of the military police, these three Gray Warbler-class cha were still active military mbers, superior both in terms of cha equipnt and pilot skills, far beyond the other two parties present.
Choosing not to use laser guns to pierce through the two cha, but instead to dismber them in close combat, was ant to capture the pilots inside, which was the main objective of the three Gray Warbler-class cha on this mission.
Under the pounding rain, the jade light saber slowly cut through the shell of the fallen Turtledove-class cha's torso, revealing the cockpit inside. Then the light saber extinguished, and the cha's arm grabbed the cockpit's shell, tearing it open. A man with short dark green hair leaped out in panic, attempting to flee, but was quickly contained by a blue containnt barrier enclosing the area.
Soon, a hovering Autonomous Unit descended from the sky, extending a chanical arm from beneath to seize the man's arm. Then layers of iron chains wrapped around him, binding him to the ground.
Elsewhere, the fallen cha was also gradually dismantled, exposing its cockpit. As the erald light saber cut through, the cockpit split open, and a dark figure quickly jumped out, dashing to the side.
On the blue light wall, a dot spread out but did not shatter. Undeterred, the man threw a punch, accompanied by a roar, his red fist violently striking the light wall, tearing a small hole. But before he could escape through it, a bright laser beam shot from behind, piercing his chest, leaving a gaping hole.
One Gray Warbler-class cha erged slowly from the rain, picked up the man who had fallen, and placed him into an opened life support pod nearby, closing it; once again, the rain-shrouded scene fell silent, now only the scattered shattered parts on the ground told of the fierce battle that had just taken place.
To the underworld gangs and the rebellion, this dark-haired man could be considered a rare elite, but to the real force maintaining the federation, such a figure was nothing more than an insect that could be crushed at any ti.
In the distant lakebed base, a grey-haired old man sat quietly in front of the command console, listening to the report coming from the other side.
"Xu Da captured, Qiao Long's fate unknown," he seed to be repeating, yet it ca out as a sigh.
"Yes, Commander, I am terribly sorry, the operation was a complete failure. Not only did we fail to secure the crucial item, but we also lost the only two cha and their pilots," ca the response.
"It's fine, let it be," he said, and then cut off the communication, turning his gaze toward the vast map on the wall not far away.
This map of the northern districts detailed the intelligence and ongoing situations in each area, with so parts marked in red, signifying extre danger and importance.
"Jade Skirt..." he murmured with a mix of nostalgia and loss in his gaze.
"It was all in vain, just a futile effort," he mused.
Suddenly seeming to age in an instant, he propped himself up with a tremble. His gaze swept over the still bustling mbers, feeling an imnse weight in his heart.
As a military man, his achievents in the first half of his life were notable and fairly complete, but as the founder of a rebellion, he was far from successful. Now, his organization was precarious, on the brink of collapse.
One failure after another and the blows they sustained caused many within to lose hope and confidence. If the situation worsened further, collapse and defection were only a matter of ti.
For a retired military officer to gather an organization to confront those behemoths was too fanciful and idealistic. That he had co this far was perhaps a stroke of luck to the utmost limit. The north's decline had left the central governnt with little funding for its institutions, which ant that in their early activities, they encountered little resistance. Even if so police caught on, they could easily walk away as local gang mbers did, by paying off so money.
However, with this year's Star Domain governnt's emphasis on environntal issues and the proposal of the Northern Restoration Plan, the forrly lenient environnt was no more. This ti, even Military chs were involved in the crackdown, completely exceeding their ability to cope.
It was ti to think of other thods and avenues, or else they would have no choice but to make an exit. The elderly man sat down again, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to ponder. He didn't have many cards in hand, and as he grew older, so of the informants and intelligence resources from the past were gradually losing contact.
Three days later, a flyer escorting two rebellious pilots arrived in South First District, and afterwards, they were handed over to the Star Domain Court of Judgnt for interrogation and detention.
"Go in," said a mber of the Court of Judgnt, clad in a blue uniform, directing the two into the enclosed cell.
With Magic Suppression Collars, shackles, and chains adorning their bodies, they stepped into the cell with the clinking sound of the iron chains, and then were locked up separately.
"Commander, the two deserters have been captured, and their information has been relayed," a mber of the Court of Judgnt in a deep blue uniform reported.
"Understood, you may leave now," a mature beauty with chestnut curls said from in front of her desk. She wore the uniform of a High Rank investigator, and had a sword hanging at her side.
"Yes,"
As she watched the data swiftly move across the screen, her expression remained calm. However, when she scrolled to a certain section, she paused.
"So you're that missing key figure,"
Her gaze lingered on a segnt [...in April of 1251, this man attacked the not yet fully awakened Songstress Hexia Tilan. He was later admitted to the hospital for treatnt and then got involved in the cleanup of the Payin City Underworld turmoil, after which he disappeared.]
"I rember that was precisely the ti when Little Tilan underwent changes, a mont yet unnoticed by our Court of Judgnt,"
"At that ti, Tilan was only at Sequence 2, while this man already held Sequence 4, and he had been involved in gang fights nurous tis before, his combat strength not weak,"
"It's hard to imagine how Tilan survived that assault, and what happened in between that we're unaware of,"
"Should I interrogate him, to make him explain the situation that night, or should I leave it for now and inquire with Little Tilan instead?" The woman hesitated briefly.
If it were an ordinary Songstress, she would naturally opt to interrogate, to gather all fragnts of the truth, but the girl Tilan was rather special. Despite external descriptions of her as a prospective Moon Level Songstress, the Court of Judgnt had internally determined long ago that this child would eventually beco a Sun Level Songstress, and possibly for a long ti, the only Sunlit Level Songstress in the Federation.
The imnse significance this represented couldn't be explained in a few sentences. If in the future Hexia Tilan was the only Sunlit Level Songstress, even if she wasn't at the Color Level, she wouldn't be far off from those Legendary Songstresses of the past.
The entire Federation's environnt would change on account of her, and matters concerning her required extra care. Even Airanda faintly felt that the top echelon of the Court of Judgnt held a certain awe for this not yet fully grown young girl.
The closer to the truth, the more one understood the hidden abyss and dangers within. Even an institution like the Court of Judgnt, which stood above worldly affairs, didn't want to lightly offend such a figure, especially since this wasn't a matter of principle but so possibly negligible details.
Forget it, I'll ask my superiors.
Airanda massaged her forehead, stood up, and approached the special communicator that linked to the Central Star Domain.
Shortly after, a cobalt blue tear symbol lighted up and began to slowly rotate.
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