Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 792: Star and Sun

"This is the control tower of AS1921 on the Earth Star, reminding you that you are about to enter a no-fly zone, please slow down and take a detour." A mechanically synthesized voice came from the headset.

In the dim cockpit, apart from the eye-catching orange symbols and data on the screen, there was only a little light projected from overhead, illuminating the lavender mask below.

Have we arrived yet? the driver thought to himself, then slowed down and started turning.

A few minutes later, a sharp-edged black mecha slowly landed on the ground. When its broad feet touched the ground, the surrounding buildings and people felt a tremor.

This is a large mecha about 60 meters high, and is also an advanced war machine that is currently in the experimental stage of the Federation.

Soon, the cockpit was pushed out from above the mecha, and then the hatch opened, and a pilot in a white uniform with purple edges walked out. He walked across the wide armor on the shoulders of the mecha, came to the aerial dock protruding on the side, jumped up, then untied his helmet, revealing his short black hair.

"Biao Xing, you're so awesome!" When he just walked into the lounge, a familiar voice sounded from behind him, then rushed over and hugged him.

The young man named Biaoxing nodded shyly, feeling a little embarrassed by his companion's praise, but still showing an innocent smile.

"Haha, don't be embarrassed. Our team's exercise this time depends on you to save the score, otherwise we will be embarrassed." Five young men wearing the same driving suit as him laughed and played.

"The captain said before that if we lose this time, we won't have any vacation in the second half of the year. We have to train until we die. Tsk."

"But we're lucky to have you this time, haha. Those guys in Team 1 can't hold their heads up. The captain must have gained face. We must let him treat us to dinner tonight." A group of people were discussing how to make a fuss later.

About half an hour later, probably after finishing the summary and report, their captain came to the lounge.

"What are you arguing about? You're all so noisy and irritable!" The captain was obviously ten years older than them and was quite majestic. He could make everyone quiet down with just a shout.

Seeing that the lounge had quieted down, the captain's expression eased a little, and he walked to a desk and turned around.

"Although we won this time, the process was not smooth. You, Norton, Jane, and Sid, lost too quickly in the early stages, which almost led to the collapse of the situation. In the end, it was entirely because of Biaoxing's risky and single-handed breakthrough that we were able to turn the situation around."

"This process is not good even if we win in the end. We are not always so lucky on the battlefield."

"Yes!" Although they had many small complaints in their hearts, everyone still stood at attention and answered in a loud voice.

Seeing their experienced look, the captain and instructor could only shake his head and say nothing more.

"That's all for today, disband!"

"Yes!"

Then, the group of people who had serious expressions just now immediately became like they were just getting out of school. All kinds of playful sounds and actions spread, and several of them even rushed in front of the captain.

"Captain, captain, do you remember what you said before?" They winked at each other.

"Hehe, you guys are a bunch of hungry brats." The captain smiled and shook his head, then took out a card.

"Come on, I'll take you to eat something good. Don't spend more than you should, but don't skimp on it either. Your captain, I haven't used up all my supply money yet."

"It hasn't been spent yet. Didn't you say you had retired from the front line for more than ten years?" Several people were curious.

"It's been more than ten years, but do you know where I was twenty years ago?" The captain lifted his collar.

"I participated in the battle against the Federation's Western Star Region and survived countless deaths. If not for this, I would not be qualified to sit in front of you as an instructor and captain today."

Hearing this, many people showed admiration and envy in their eyes.

"As expected of you, Captain. Can you tell us again how you survived the battlefield?"

"It's a long story..." Although he was talking about troubles, judging from the captain's upturned mouth, he was still very proud of his life experiences.

20 years ago, in the Western Star Region, there was a civil war...

Among the team members nearby, Biaoxing silently recited these terms, then raised his eyes and looked ahead at the instructor who was surrounded by his companions.

He was not a Federation resident born in the Western Star Region, otherwise he would not have been able to join this elite pilot team. In terms of origin, he was a genuine resident of the Central Star Region, but this did not prevent him from understanding the history of the Federation.

Because of his good family background, he received a good education since childhood and knew the reasons why the Western Star Region longed for independence. Those people just wanted to get rid of the blood-sucking management of the financial tycoons and the officials.

This world has never been fair. He understood this truth very early on, and he also belonged to a class that enjoyed this privilege. With various favorable conditions and resources, he entered the Federation's Eighth Fleet upon graduation and was trained as an elite pilot.

There are countless people who dream of such an opportunity and compete fiercely for it. After all, the Federation has a population of 1000 trillion, and among them, there may be less than 6 million who can be mecha pilots, which means one in a million people. Among them, those who can become Sequence 1 high-level mecha pilots are extremely rare, with only 2-7 in 1 million people. As for the ace-level Sequence 2 mecha pilots, there are only - in million people.

The teammates in the team he was currently in were all elite geniuses of Sequence 6. No matter how the captain scolded them, they were all very proud, because except for a few elites of the same level, with their current strength, they could easily crush those "local dogs" outside.

"Local dogs" refer to mecha pilots who have served on the ground all their lives and have never fought in space. This is a chain of contempt within the mecha circle. Entering space combat requires a higher sense of space and physical fitness of the individual, which is not something that members serving on the ground can overcome.

The Federation has always had preferential treatment for elite pilots. With his current salary and social treatment, he is even better than the bosses of small companies outside. He has a guaranteed annual salary of one million federal coins. If he goes on missions, exercises, or wins awards, he will receive various additional awards. After ten years of service, he can easily save up a fortune of tens of millions, and he is protected by his military status. If he becomes an ace pilot, he can easily obtain a fortune of hundreds of millions, which is unimaginable for outside office workers.

Not to mention other things, the cost of the experimental mecha he drives is worth hundreds of millions of federal coins. As a driver, he is sometimes more valuable than the mecha.

"Let's go, Biaoxing, stop daydreaming." His companion patted him on the shoulder.

"Yeah." He nodded in response and followed.

The dinner was sumptuous. Just as the captain had promised, they ordered almost all the expensive dishes on the menu and drank countless drinks.

Late at night, a group of people staggered back to the dormitory. Although it was not decent, tomorrow was a day off and no one would jump out to criticize them.

After dragging his drunken companion to the bed, he heard a snoring sound like a pig. He smiled, closed the door, and went to the balcony to get some fresh air.

The night breeze here is cool, and even though we are in the space station, we can still see the beautiful man-made city scenery.

The entire space station is like a giant drum, and all buildings are built along the inner wall of the drum. The rotation of the space station will bring centrifugal force to simulate the effect of gravity.

Leaning against the balcony railing, Biaoxing closed his eyes and felt the comfort of the night breeze. Occasionally, his eyes swept across the surrounding apartment buildings of the same style. Here were all soldiers like him who were currently serving in the Eighth Fleet.

As a training reserve, the Eighth Fleet has no shortage of recruits and instructors. After serving and training for a few years, they will be transferred to other main fleets based on their performance. Currently, the best treated fleet is the Fifth Fleet. Due to the funding from the 'Fire Lotus-Brilliant Star' faction, this fleet has developed extremely fast and its current status is slightly higher than the traditionally strongest Third and Fourth Fleets.

The instructor also served in the Fifth Fleet before, he said he had participated in the war in the western star region, Biaoxing suddenly recalled. I'll ask him about it later.
The next day, training continued as usual, but after the training, Biaoxing met with the instructor and team leader alone.

"Captain." He called out to the other party.

"Oh, it's you, Biaoxing." The man, whose appearance was beginning to show signs of aging, turned around and put down the towel he was using to wipe his sweat.

"Is there anything I can say? Or rather, you came to me for a reward, haha." He was generous in his admiration for this talented genius.

Raising his hand to let the young man come over, the instructor pulled him to sit next to him. At this moment, the two of them were in the stands of the huge battlefield, and the space was spacious and bright.

"sit."

"Yes."

"Go ahead."

"I want to ask the instructor about the battle in the Western Star Region 20 years ago."

"This..." The coach skillfully took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked it slowly. The fat on his face twisted and his eyes gradually became deep and distant.

"What do you want to know? How badly the battle was fought, or what lessons were learned from the battle?"

"I want to ask you about your feelings during the war and how you viewed the battle after it was over."

"You are special. You ask questions about things that others don't care about." He smoked a cigarette and exhaled long smoke rings.

"If you want to discuss justice with me, I won't answer. It has nothing to do with me. You should go to Congress and talk to the congressmen."

"I'm not that narrow-minded and extreme person, instructor." Biaoxing shook his head.

"I just want to know how you really felt at that time and afterwards."

"At that time..." The instructor sighed again.

"I was on the battlefield, and countless companions and I rushed out of the cabin and shuttled through the vast sea of ​​stars. It was the most grand operation I had ever participated in. There had never been so many mechas and warships on the radar screen."

"I was extremely excited, with my blood boiling. At one point I thought I would not regret dying on the battlefield, but the excitement soon faded away."

"Do you know why?" He turned his head, his facial expression obscured by the smoke and a little blurry.

"The light from the battleship's salvo was too blinding. In that instant, countless comrades and enemies disappeared from the radar screen."

"I don't know what they were thinking in the end. If I were drowned in that light, I might have turned into ashes before I could even utter a word."

"The skills and experience that I had worked hard for over ten years and trained for countless hours vanished in that moment. They were worthless and meaningless, and were just a statistic on the list of casualties."

"But I can't be a deserter. Every mecha and every starship has positioning and monitoring devices. Since I enjoy the treatment as a soldier, I have to fight for my life at this moment."

"The battle was very difficult. Even though our equipment was superior, the enemy mechas fought bravely."

"That's right. I can't see their pilots' faces or hear their voices, but in battle, you can directly feel their will. That kind of tenacity, anger, and indomitable spirit chills our hearts, but we have to use all our energy and fighting spirit to fight and kill them."

"In close combat, we suffered a lot because our teammates were not as fearless as the opponents, who were willing to sacrifice themselves to take others with them."

"Many people died, ours and theirs. In that kind of high-intensity battle, even if it lasted only five minutes, countless people would have died."

"In the middle of the battle, we gradually defeated the defenses of the Western Star Region. The pressure was much less at this time, and victory seemed within reach. But I'm sure many people know what happened afterwards."

"The Southern Star Region's Diva, Heshia Tilan, led her fleet to arrive. Under her attack, the Fifth Fleet I served in had to split up. Fortunately, I stayed to attack the Western Star Region, while my comrades who went to fight against the Emerald Dragon were almost all killed."

"Looking back at the team back then, I wasn't the strongest, nor the smartest, but I was probably the luckiest. I survived the war safely, and because of my status as a veteran, I was treated favorably by the Fire Lotus-Brilliant Star faction, and I was able to receive an extra subsidy every year."

"Now that I recall that battle, I feel lucky. Fortunately, the Federation is now unified, and you probably won't have to face such a cruel battlefield anymore."

"Thank you, instructor."

After leaving, Biaoxing and his companions continued their training and participated in exercises and confrontations. Because of his outstanding performance, he was valued by a research institute stationed in the Eighth Fleet.

"Are you interested in coming to us? We just happen to need an excellent warrior to test the new mecha." One day, a researcher in a blue and white coat came to his team.

Historically, only the best pilots have been qualified to participate in the development of new models of mechas, because this requires the pilots to constantly undergo extreme tests and reflect on the various feelings during mecha driving, which places extremely high demands on their quality.

"No problem." He agreed almost without hesitation, which surprised the other party a little and he touched his glasses.

"Don't you ask about the salary and the contract?"

"I believe you won't treat me unfairly."

"Haha, what a frank and brilliant negotiation skill. Okay, we will give you above-average treatment, which is definitely not bad for you." The other party laughed.

"Let's go. Oh, by the way, I haven't told you the name of our research institute yet." As he said that, he took out a small identity chip from his pocket and threw it to Biaoxing.

The black and blue chip was engraved with clear and neat silver handwriting - 'Allens Research Institute'.

"Is this the research institute that came up with the 'Allens Space Torsion Hypothesis'?" Biaoxing's eyes were filled with surprise. Even an outsider like him had heard of the most advanced jewel in the Star Child Alliance. The origin of the revolutionary superluminal navigation technology was the result of the 'Allens Research Institute'.

"Yes, it's us. Not bad, isn't it?" The researcher with messy hair put his hands in his pockets and responded with a smile.

"Come with me. We are developing a brand new mecha that can travel through time and space. It will be the real trump card in the future battlefield... Actually, it was not originally ours, but the result of the 'Clock of Time Research Institute'. Unfortunately, after that person left, their research and development came to a standstill, so now they have simply handed it over to us."

"It's a very interesting and exciting project. You will be surprised when you see it. It is a very ingenious concept and ability. The mecha you drive no longer has to fear the terrifying artillery of the battleship. Instead, it can swim through the cracks of time and space like a fish and pierce the magnificent giant ship of the sky."

"I like poetry. To use a poetic metaphor, it is the sun that walks swiftly across the sky, penetrating the layers of fog in time and space, emitting incomparable light. So I plan to name this new mecha - 'Scorching Sun'.

That is, the sun that passes through the phantom."

(End of this chapter)