Him and their stars.

Chapter 2084 This is a Split Organization
The so-called "legion pot" is, of course, one of the most comprehensive types of hot pot.

We must remember that the sky is vast and the stars are dazzling. There is always a flavor that cannot be missed, a flavor that unites everyone who walks this arduous and perilous revolutionary path.

This is the legendary "Legion's Pot".

Its history is certainly very short, less than a year, and although it looks simple, it is full of surprises.

Simple tomato soup and animal bones cannot be simmered into a broth that can be tolerated by almost all carbon-based organisms. The secret lies in that tiny pinch of "six-phase salt" that quietly blends into the broth.

These purple crystals, remnants of an ancient battlefield in the Femo Nebula, are a gift from nature and a discovery of wisdom. Silently, they dissolve the dietary barriers that have evolved over billions of years among carbon-based life forms, acting like a master mediator, allowing seemingly disparate flavors to coexist harmoniously in one pot.

The compressed vegetables and dried meats brought by humans unfurled in the boiling broth, regaining their wild, fresh aroma. The cardamom and giant insect eggs favored by the Lumina people released a rich, nutty flavor; while the algae dumplings treasured by the Losar people absorbed the broth, becoming exceptionally smooth and delicious.

Of course, all carbon-based intelligent species would love to synthesize protein blocks. After being stewed for a long time, they even acquire a delicate texture similar to tofu.

The magic of Six Phase Salt lies not in alteration, but in harmony. It respects the original flavor of each ingredient, yet allows them to complement each other, ultimately blending into an unprecedented, unique complex umami flavor.

The barriers of taste were broken down, and racial differences were bridged. The ideal of multi-ethnic people eating together around a fire, of comrades from multiple races sharing a meal from the same pot, was no longer a fantasy.

Across vast galaxies, yet sharing the same cauldron. This boiling cauldron simmers with ingredients from all corners of the world, gathering travelers from distant galaxies. Its rising heat dispels the chill of deep space and warms every life and soul willing to sacrifice everything for a shared future.

...The above are all copywriting.

As a former media professional—and the pimp for the adopted daughters was also a media professional, and the top-tier one at that—Krell Belmont personally served himself a bowl of soup, sniffing the barely present aroma while quickly going over the above text in his mind.

He certainly agreed with Babaru's words; this peculiar pot would definitely become a specialty of the Red Star. In that case, the publicity work should begin.

This Legion Hotpot is not just a simple hodgepodge. It belongs to the Red Legion, representing unity, equality, progress, and sharing, and embodying the grand vision of the common prosperity of all races and classes in the universe.

Isn't this what I, as a reserve member of the Red Star Committee, am supposed to do?
Rebuild a semi-abandoned space station in the vast frontier system of Femor, scavenge usable materials and tools from the ruins of the Third Galactic War, build your own rudimentary mining and hunting ships, and construct dome farms on Earth-like planets where solid water can be found.

The work described above was certainly fulfilling and demanding.

"If one can have a bowl of all-encompassing stew after a long day of work, how can that not be a form of revolution?"

The above statement was made by Mr. Babalu, the current Secretary-General of Red Star. Everyone respects him and agrees with what he says, including Krell.

If we disregard the Rainbow Rose Princess and the Demon Dragon, Babal is now the person Claire Belmont respects most, even more so than most of his elders.

He gulped down mouthfuls of the bland, salty dried meat and space fungus.

To be fair, for a wealthy young master like him who is particular about the finest food, this quality of food is not even as good as what his dog eats, but he has actually gotten used to it.

So, the sense of frustration I felt from my cousin earlier finally began to recover to some extent.

He licked his lips before saying to his comrade, "Actually, just as you guessed, she still won't give up on that crazy plan. She shouldn't be a crazy person."

Babaru let out a hearty laugh: "Of course she isn't, or even the smartest or most rational person in the entire universe."

Even by Lumina standards, this man was tall and imposing, exuding a powerful presence even while seated. His massive frame was taut beneath his armor, as if every muscle contained surging power. Even his cheeks were covered by naturally formed visor plates, making his hairless, oval head resemble a cold, deadly cannonball.

He's still perfectly suited to playing a ruthless villain in movies, but now he's evolved to the point where he can portray a great demon without makeup. It's a real loss to the entire galaxy of cinema that someone like him has remained completely detached from the artsy front.

However, those who know him well know that, apart from matters of principle, Secretary General Babaru is actually a kind and gentle person.

“A person like Miss Amida always has many plans and seeks out enough pawns. Fortunately, we are already one of them.”

“It might just be a side move,” Krell said. He didn’t like his companion having too many unrealistic hopes about the matter.

The Lumina people laughed and said, "That's her business; we have our own judgment."

"Haha, being used as a pawn proves we've grown." Ash Stern, former guerrilla fighter and military leader of the Red Star, snorted, a cheap cigarette dangling from his lips. As a wanted terrorist by the Alliance, his demeanor was increasingly resembling that of a pirate, a cynical smile creeping across his weathered face: "So, if I die in this operation, I won't be considered a wanted criminal anymore? That would avoid a lot of awkwardness, wouldn't it be better for everyone?"

Krell silently observed the former Bracer and the leader of the "Sons of Lohar".

He had always assumed that after the chaos in Nefic ended, this young former Bracer would hate all of them, but he couldn't see that coming.

Ash Stern has certainly changed. He used to be a carefree wanderer and adventurer, but now he's just like all the rebel leaders and underworld bosses he's ever met.

He seemed to have completely forgotten Nefi's painful past, and could even use his status as a wanted criminal to "make fun of himself."

In this respect, Ash Stern's core nature is ultimately different from that of gangsters in some ways.

As for Claire Belmont, he was naturally unconcerned and even pleased with the situation. He told Ash, "You won't be a wanted criminal in three months. The Alliance government has already reorganized the intelligence and internal security departments, and the next step is the Extraordinary Management Bureau and the Bracer Association. After the personnel changes in June, the new director and the association president will withdraw your arrest warrant."

"Oh, under what pretext? I did indeed attack the Alliance military base in Lotak and steal a ship."

"So, this was all done by the separatist rebels. You left the Alliance with your men to start a new business in Femor, and that has nothing to do with the separatist rebels anymore."

"Tsk... In the past two years, even the directors of the Standard Shipping Association have changed several times, but it's just a mere management bureau and association, and they actually have to wait for their terms?"

“The Standard Shipping Association is, after all, just a non-governmental organization,” Krell laughed.

"The Authority and the Shipping Association are not. That's just how it is. The Alliance Mobile Fleet will gather at least a thousand warships and four Titans on the Femor border."

"The forces remain under Marshal Ester's control of the Femo Group. However, given the current situation, the Empire will likely find it difficult to maintain a strategic group of this size."

The speaker was Colonel Chester Rozes. He was still wearing the Blue Star Community uniform, standing at attention, maintaining the exemplary conduct and decorum of an elite professional soldier. Although he sat among this group of pirate-like thugs, he naturally exuded an aura of incongruity completely different from the rest of them.

However, despite his out-of-place aura, he still sat with everyone and naturally scooped the mixed soup from the same pot.

"Of course, it depends on how the situation develops in the heart of the Empire. However, we can all see that a considerable portion of the Imperial fleet is already returning to their homeland, and our space for maneuver is naturally expanding. Even though our leader is tens of thousands of light-years away, he is still helping us."

Rozes's words seemed to have a hidden meaning, but perhaps he was simply praising his superior to everyone.

In fact, even the leaders of these newly established "Red Star" factions present had different thoughts and goals, but they all held that person in the highest esteem for his achievements. They all sincerely hoped that he would have great military success and be able to successfully conquer the Empire's homeland.

No one in history has ever accomplished this. If anyone could truly achieve such a feat, it could only be him.

After a brief pause, Belmont continued, "If Berencaster's promise is true, the strategic power of this alliance will create opportunities for us, and part of the Femo Nebula's surveillance and patrol system will collapse. The main force of its fleet will be drawn away by pressure from both the Celestial Domain and the Spiral. The various heroes who had been lying low in Femo will also take action."

“Indeed. Not every local strongman in Femor is as easily swayed by illusions as the Gorgon family.” The speaker was a Pekka. He had only joined the Red Star Alliance a year ago, but if you count the years since the formation of the Primal Rebels, he was a “veteran.”

"A person who has been standing for a long time cannot kneel down." Someone nodded in agreement.

"It's not as noble as you make it out to be. Most of them are just unwilling to give up their carefree days of hiding in the nebula and being local tyrants. If I hadn't read 'The Origin' early on and taken Mr. Tan's classes, I would have been one of them long ago," Pekka said.

The Pioneer Party certainly has a lot of influence in the Femo Starfield. They even own the "Donkey Flag" Hotel, an underground transportation station and absolute neutral zone.

The Imperials may have known about the problems behind this hotel for a long time, but no one cared, or perhaps they dared not. "We are not without a chance of success. If we develop a detailed plan, if we take everything into account, and if we can execute it perfectly, the success rate is still over 40%." Krell didn't say anything flattering about guaranteed success.

These first leaders of the Red Star were all prepared to die, even prepared to burn their entire lives just to produce a single spark.

Babalu and Ash exchanged a glance, neither of them seeing the slightest hesitation in the other's eyes.

The Lumina man's gaze swept over everyone present, and he said, "Then, gentlemen, let's vote."

“Have the Alliance bring over the blueprints and other intelligence they should have prepared first,” Ash interjected. “I need to rehearse the details of the plan with the soldiers at least ten more times. Also, we need to build a training ground in this fortress.”

At this point, Ash looked at Rozes again: "But we need the Independence. Colonel Rozes, we..."

Chester Rozes seemed to be briefly troubled, his brows furrowed: "A crazy plan. Even if it barely succeeds, our casualty rate will be at least half."

No one answered, denied, or backed down.

"However, the plan must be carried out. Even now, the Independence is still a Titan of the Blue Star Community, and there is no reason for it to sit quietly in a corner of the Nebula and wait for the war to end. As long as it can strike at the Empire, we, the remnants of the Independence, must certainly lend a hand! Fighting alongside trustworthy allies and suddenly creating a central explosion in a place the Imperial devils never expected, I would be happy to do so."

"Then there's no problem."

"No, there's a problem. And a very important one. Once we succeed, where will Valpolis Fortress belong?"

The Luminar fell into thought, while Ash asked directly, "Can we do it? The warriors of the Red Star will shed the most blood and make the greatest sacrifices."

Rosetz smiled and replied, "Of course. You can even sell that fortress to either side."

He answered on behalf of his allies, but only on the side of his allies.

"What I care about is, of course, the ownership of that thing. Isn't that what we've all been concerned about all along?"

The colonel of the Blue Star Community, hands clasped behind his back, swept his cold gaze across Claire Belmont's face: "Mr. Belmont is merely an advisor to the Alliance, qualified to join any political group, which I have nothing to say. But I am, after all, a soldier of the Community, the vice president of the Lionheart Society, and a secret member of the Pioneer Party. And you, Mr. Babaru, you are also a member of the Pioneer Party, aren't you? What exactly is the relationship between Red Star and the Pioneer Party? And what role do you, as the secretary-general, play? Doesn't this constitute a split organization?"

At that moment, the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat subtle and heavy.

(End of this chapter)