Commander's Anime Harem

"What? Communications from that direction? Is it from the Higla Empire?"

Halberton, who had been hit repeatedly within the Earth Alliance Army and was now caught in the vortex of war, heard the communication from the Higla Empire without being astute. His mind suddenly thought of a person, a person who was forced to stay at that time. He questioned the signalman again in disbelief, wanting to make sure that this was reality and not his imagination.

"Yes, sir. I have confirmed that this is a communication from the Higla Empire. They specifically want to see you, otherwise there will be no ceasefire."

The signalman confirmed the information on the computer with his own eyes before replying to his beloved commander. To be honest, if it weren't for Halbert's approachable and caring attitude towards his subordinates, the signalman, who was afraid of being hit by a cannon and dying on the bridge, would have scolded him.

"Connect quickly!"

"Yes!"

A figure wearing the uniform of the Higla Empire space army appeared on the big screen of the Agamemnon-class space carrier's combat command center. It was the person that Admiral Halberdon was thinking of, his former apprentice, Malu Ramias, the captain of the Archangel battleship.

After the appearance of this captain with an impressive bust, the East Asian Republic Space Force and the Shigra Empire's fleet tacitly ceased fire and stayed at an appropriate distance to await the outcome.

"Malu, is it really you?" Halberton stared at the heroic female captain on the big screen. Without waiting for a reply, the tall, sturdy and capable officer lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong and sincerely apologized to Malu. "I'm sorry, Malu. If I hadn't demanded the surrender of the Eighth Fleet, you might not have fallen into the hands of the Earth Unity Army. If it weren't for me... I'm truly sorry."

Halberton, who used to have a loud voice and acted decisively, now shed tears in front of countless people. He really felt that he was sorry for Mariu, his most outstanding student. In order to protect most of his subordinates, he chose to give up Mariu. Tears dripped into the lining of his space suit, and the transparent high-strength glass was covered with a layer of fog.

"If you chose to join the Higla Empire in order to avenge your teacher, then I, Halberton, am willing to die for you, if you will spare the Eighth Fleet, who were once your colleagues."

Halberton, who believed that everything now was caused by himself, burst into tears and begged the silent Mariu.

Halberton, who was awaiting trial, received a reply from Malu.

"Teacher, order the Eighth Fleet to surrender and stop the bloodbath."

Malu couldn't bear to see her teacher in this state. She learned from the intelligence of the Imperial Security Department that Halberdun had been suppressed by the Blue Cosmos within the Earth Union. She wanted to come to the Earth Union as soon as possible to save her teacher, but there were too many things to make up for, and she had no way to do so.

"The entire Eighth Fleet surrenders, lays down your weapons, and awaits the enemy's takeover."

Without interference, the communication was quickly transmitted to every ship of the Eighth Fleet and every pilot of the carrier-based aircraft. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This encounter could finally be over. No one wanted to face the dense beam cannon bombardment of Shigla and Dongya, especially the group of ferocious Gundams.

The Eighth Fleet's base became a trophy for the East Asian Republic and the Higra Empire. Both sides sent personnel to repair the base port, recover undamaged supplies, and rescue lifeboats still drifting in space.

"Shh-!"

The door opened, and Mari entered the interrogation room with two Cyclopses, where she met the teacher she had just met through the communication.

In Malu's impression, Halberton has always been a tall, middle-aged man with a loud voice. He is full of energy every day, and his age is hard to detect. When studying, he always shows off the fluffy yellow-brown beard on his lips, euphemistically calling it smart hair. As long as he pulls it, he can come up with new battle plans. Under the military cap that he wears all year round, his cunning eyes always flash with a mischievous light.

But now, Halberton's body was a little hunched, as if he had aged more than ten years, as if he had entered old age. It was enough to see that the Earth Federation excluded and suppressed a true soldier like him. The beard he once showed off in front of students had not been groomed for a long time and was messy. His eyes had become cloudy, and he was far from the general officer who was full of vigor and ready to make a big move.

Ma Liu, who had always admired her teacher and wanted to become a soldier like him, now turned into Xiao Renwu. She had thousands of words in her heart, but in the end, she could only say one sentence:

"Sorry, teacher, this is all the Empire's mission."

"Don't apologize, Mari. The Earth Union has changed. It's no longer what we fought for."

Compared to Mary's sadness, Halberton seemed to be open-minded at this time. As soon as the Eighth Fleet was attacked at the port, it sent an urgent request for support to the Artemis Fortress repaired by the Eurasian Federation. It also sent an urgent request for help to the Earth United Space Force Headquarters and the patrol fleet in low-Earth orbit that were closest to it.

But until the end of the battle, the base was occupied by East Asia and the Shigla Empire, and all resistance was eliminated. East Asia and Shigla, who were regarded as enemies, began to clean up the battlefield, but still did not see a single friendly force. Halberdon knew that the combat plan he had been shouting at the top had offended many people, especially the military-industrial complex.

After chatting with Malu for more than an hour, Halbadon learned a lot about the Higla Empire, from being captured to becoming its concubine, just like an old father exploring its depths. So he made a decision that went against his ancestors.

When friendly forces are in trouble, they remain motionless like a mountain. How can we unite the Earth with such insects? ! !

I voted for East Asia! Damn it!

Chapter 370: Artemis Fortress Falls Again

The Eurasian Federation's Artemis Asteroid Fortress, one of the targets of Halbertton's long-cherished aid, is currently receiving supplies from Earth. These are all assault daggers produced by the Eurasian Federation after obtaining technical information from the Atlantic Federation. The busy appearance of the fortress is a sign of peace and tranquility.

As for the request for help from the Eighth Fleet far away on the moon, the highest commander of the base just thought that this wise general of the United Nations was crazy. I am in the L3 space domain, and you are near the moon. There is an earth in between. On both sides is L4 controlled by the East Asian Republic, and the other is L5 of PLANT. Should I fly over there?

Besides, wouldn't the fleet in low-Earth orbit arrive faster? What a crazy line!

"Even if I have mobile forces, why should I help you, a guy who is being ostracized and suppressed by the Atlantic Federation? There is no benefit in it."

The highest military commander of the Eurasian Federation stationed at the Artemis Fortress was scolding the pedantic Halbottom while humming a folk song from his hometown, preparing to reward himself with a cup of hand-ground coffee. This was a very normal thing in the universe for the vast majority of Eurasian Federation officers with noble titles. Everyone would consciously cultivate their own unique interests and hobbies to kill the boring time during long periods of combat readiness duty.

Compared to their colleagues who have evolved to the point where they have no feelings for female soldiers but like to play with handsome male soldiers, the officer who simply grinds the coffee beans by hand and then brews them is considered a rare good officer by the lower-level soldiers. At least such a commander would not be interested in the hole behind them. The only drawback is that the base funds are used to maintain the commander's hydroponic farm specifically for cultivating cosmic coffee beans. At one point, the soldiers only had canned chickpeas to eat.

Just as this middle-aged, fat officer with only Mediterranean hair was happily brewing coffee, taking a few snacks, and carefully carrying the plate of sweets towards the command center, wanting to enjoy the afternoon tea on Earth time, a loud voice suddenly rang out, startling him and almost sending the plate in his hand flying.

"Sir, the Eighth Fleet's long-distance communications were lost an hour ago. Headquarters requires us to remain on standby and remain alert!!!"

The signalman's loud voice was very penetrating. He didn't realize that his superior was enjoying his afternoon leisure time. The moment he got the news from headquarters, he gave up the idea of ​​playing boring games on the high-performance computer in the command center. The big head dominated the small head, and he had to tell the commander the news immediately.

Even before he yelled, he was a little excited, thinking that since he reported the information to his superiors in such a timely manner, he might be appreciated, valued, and get a promotion and a raise, reaching the pinnacle of his life.

But when he turned around excitedly, he saw that his whole body was covered with coffee juice, his hands were clenched tightly, and the commander who was on the verge of a volcanic eruption was staring at him with a deadly look.

Signalman: ………My life is over!!!

"Soldier! You dare to ruin the coffee I worked so hard to grow? I'm going to kick your ass with my leather shoes!!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Finally, the signalman took two beatings from the extremely angry commander. With two dark purple circles under his eyes, he continued to report the situation to the commander who had changed into a brand new uniform:

"Our country has suffered heavy losses under the Atlantic Federation's reckless command. I now order your forces to maintain a defensive posture. Fleet attacks are strictly prohibited. Be vigilant against further enemy incursions using the Thunderbolt Mirage system."

After hearing the order from headquarters, the commander scoffed and said, "What a joke! Are the soldiers of the Eurasian Federation going to be defeated by the same trick again?! Hehehe, those pigs up there are really meddling in other people's business. We're in such a deserted place, not even those monsters in the sky would come. The previous ones were just accidents."

The Mediterranean's saliva sprayed all over the signalman's face, but because of his previous reckless behavior, the signalman could only endure the baptism of his superior's body fluids, and kept shouting: "Ah, yes, yes, the enemy will never come, the boss is the wisest!"

"But," Mediterranean said, his tone changing. He looked out at the pitch-black universe and decided to play it safe. At least, he couldn't let Artemis run into any problems again. He asked the signalman to tune the communication channel to the base broadcast: "Ahem, test the sound."

Hearing the deep voice of the Mediterranean, all the staff and soldiers in the base put down their work and pricked up their ears to welcome the voice of their boss, which seemed to be filled with phlegm. Although this was a torture to the hearing and brain, in this base where no one paid attention or cared, who dared not listen to the superior? I'm afraid that whoever doesn't listen to the superior will be floating in the universe the next day and become a negative example laughed at by the new recruits in the military academy for forgetting to fasten the safety rope during space operations.

"Wake up, boys! Although our Artemis base has a light wave barrier, we must not let our guard down. The bodies that have been found in this base before have already shown you what will happen to you all if the enemy infiltrates. Therefore, until headquarters decommissions us, no one is allowed to take leave or request any leave. Even if your mother is dead! No! leave! is allowed!"

"Okay, I'm done. Everyone must remember what I said. If that bastard dares to report it to headquarters, I'll hang you outside the base! FUCK, Tom, you spilled my coffee again! This is my last general uniform!"

"Thorn-"

The radio was shut down because the signalman spilled Mediterranean coffee. After the soldiers in the base made sure that all communication channels were shut down, they all started swearing in their hometown slang, but they did not forget their work. As long as the supply ship entered the port quickly and opened the light wave barrier called the "Umbrella of Artemis", the base would be safe.

In the meteorite belt 3,000 kilometers away from the base, two Sinanjus painted in low-visibility black used the claw system on the bottom of their feet to hang themselves in the meteorites. The double-eye monitors flashed countless light green data. In order to ensure that the bodies could approach the heavily guarded Artemis Fortress, the ECOAS troops installed small thrusters on a suitable-sized meteorite and let the two Sinanjus hang on it, disguising themselves as meteorites that can be found everywhere in the universe and slowly approaching.

After more than eight hours of motionlessness, they finally waited for the opportunity to act. A barely perceptible light shone from the two Sinanju machines, and then the two machines, more than 20 meters high, disappeared into thin air. Only two claw marks on the meteorite showed that there had been two MSs there.

The Artemis Fortress was once robbed by the Thunder Gundam using the Mirage System. The Eurasian Federation is not an idiot who only remembers the food and not the consequences. They set up tens of thousands of induction mines around the warning range of the Mobius patrol fleet a thousand kilometers outside the base, forming a relatively dense minefield.

At the most dangerous entrance to the base, the base commander has installed infrared sensors, gravity sensors and other sensors. The Assault Daggers, which are already in preliminary use, are carrying bombardment backpacks to guard various parts of the base. Every transport ship must undergo several scans and inspections before entering the base, and after entering, it must unload under the surveillance of a large group of automatic turrets. The Artemis Fortress is now armed to the teeth, and the Mediterranean commander boasts that not even a fly can fly in.

If the little green-haired guy who has been beaten into ashes by the Shigra Empire tries to infiltrate again, he will definitely not be able to get in. Even if he follows the route of the transport fleet, the Thunder Gundam will be discovered by the sensor the moment it enters the base, and then turned into ashes under the concentrated attack of countless artillery fire.

However, the two pilots who came for the sneak attack were both new humans. Their keen ability to sense danger allowed them to easily evade the patrols of the Eurasian Federation, and the AI ​​on Sinanju quickly planned the best route for the pilots. The multiple defenses set up by the Artemis Fortress were easily broken through by the two hunters without anyone noticing, until they approached the port, the sensing equipment set up in the Mediterranean detected the signal.

The Assault Dagger Team on guard at the port quickly rushed to the alarm location, but there was nothing there, only the alloy wall, and no enemy was found. Just when the team leader thought that the equipment was too sensitive and unsafe, his monitor screen suddenly lit up with a dazzling pink light.

"This is……?"

Half of his body was evaporated in an instant, and the pain from the nerves had not yet reached his brain. The team leader looked in confusion as the particle beam with a diameter of more than one meter cut his waist and the body under his crotch in half. He seemed to hear the shrill screams of his teammates, but his visual system could not obtain any images.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"Wow!!"

They watched helplessly as their captain was cut into two pieces by the beam sword of a ferocious Gundam that suddenly appeared before their eyes. The remaining two Strike Dagger pilots only had time to howl on the communication channel before their cockpits were blown up by the tiny beam of light that was chasing them.

The shrill alarm echoed in the base, and everyone took up combat positions, but the mobile suit they faced was a Gundam.

The powerful thrust bursting out from the nozzle on the back of the Sinanju made this machine, which weighed dozens of tons, as light as a dancing butterfly. The attack dagger, which needed to charge up its firepower, had not yet locked onto the enemy before the cockpit was destroyed by the beam of the GN Fang that suddenly appeared behind it. The pilot lost consciousness without any preparation, and his body and equipment worth billions of dollars were completely turned into a pool of steam. If it were not for the wreckage of the machine that could still prove that there was once a pilot here, people would probably think that this place had never existed in this world.

The killing continued. The two Sinanjus cooperated with each other, using their high-output beam rifles to fire at important locations in the chaotic port. Even the Vulcan cannons on the heads fired a series of garlic-shaped sparks under the synchronized control of the drivers. Many Eurasian Federation soldiers hiding in the thick alloy walls were turned into balls of minced meat.

When Mediterranean sent out a distress signal, it immediately shut down the light wave device and locked the attacking enemy inside the base.

"This is the first time I've encountered such an idiot who didn't use the light wave generator. Isn't this like catching a turtle in a jar? I finally put that old East Asian saying to good use." Mediterranean was smug. The base had finally been spared the enemy's infiltration. He confidently asked his subordinates, "Tom, was my plan effective? You see, the enemy is just a trapped beast. They will be quickly wiped out by our mobile suits."

Tom, the signalman who had offended his immediate superior twice, immediately responded flatteringly: "I say, Commander, your opinion is correct. The enemy will be dead this time!"

Just when the two men who were laughing thought that everything was safe, a thick beam of light broke through the thick alloy wall of the command center and destroyed all the equipment inside. What was even more terrifying than the disappearance of the light source was that the face of the Sinanju Gundam appeared at the entrance of the hole. The deep red light emitted by the double-eye monitors made the machine look like a flaming devil, which almost scared the Mediterranean to pee his pants.

"We vote..."

Mediterranean wants to surrender, but Gundam ignores his shouts and instead stuffs in a missile with a danger symbol printed on it.

Ten minutes later, the two Sinanjus returned to their mother ship, a Magellan-class battleship. The Artemis Fortress exploding in the distance was like a celebration to welcome the soldiers for successfully completing their mission.

Chapter 371 Desert Tiger

"Captain, the hunters have completed their mission and returned to the mothership. Our next move is to wait for follow-up troops to capture the fortress, or continue the operation."

Xiang, a female adjutant who is extremely rare in the staff configuration of the Higla Empire Space Force Operations Command Center, is sitting in the captain's command chair. She is wearing the standard black space force uniform of the Higla Empire. Her proud posture is enough to attract the attention of other women. She is reviewing the holographic combat report. The report covers everything from the preparations before the attack, the difficulties encountered during the stealth mission, the detection by the sensors pre-installed by the enemy during the infiltration, to the final annihilation of the enemy to successfully complete the mission. All the details are written in great detail and clearly, which is pleasing to the eye.

"The fall of Fort Artemis has severed the Eurasian Federation's strategic fulcrum in space. They no longer have enough troops to enter space." Bakilulu folded her right leg over her left, using her right hand as an armrest and headrest to make her sitting more comfortable. Then she began to assess the current situation. "Has there been any news from the L4 space domain? Captain Marlu should have arrived at his position?"

The in-state Bugilulu exudes a majestic effect. The staff in the bridge are instantly sweating profusely, fearing that the scrutinizing gaze will fall on them. Everyone stares at the holographic projection screen in front of them, not daring to miss any punctuation mark.

The adjutant, a female clone soldier, was relatively indifferent and didn't feel much. She once again reviewed the real-time intelligence in her hands, confirming that there was indeed no new intelligence transmitted through the intelligence node transmitted by the General Staff. She stood up straight and reported loudly to Bucky Lulu:

"Captain, our unit has been in a state of silence since the operation began, and we haven't received any reports from other nodes about friendly forces. It's very likely that the communication node set up by the L4 Universe Empire is located within the neutron jammer in that universe, or within the range of the high-concentration Mie particle interference cloud deployed by our army, resulting in the interruption of communication.

"I'm contacting the General Staff. Captain, should we order the hangar to prepare the mobile suits when we need an Earth?"

Bakilulu, the former deputy captain of the Archangel, has completely become Xiao Renwu, and even his camp has become the Higla Empire Space Army. Compared to the small officials who are not valued in the Earth Union, Bakilulu is now a celebrity in the Higla Empire Space Army.

Xiao Renwu captured Bakirolu not only because he coveted her shaking effect that was no less than that of Maru, but also because Bakirolu was indeed an excellent captain and commander. Xiao Renwu directly appointed her as one of the front-line commanders of the ECOAS force.

The front-line commanders of the ECOAS forces, like the Bell Team of the UC Earth Federation, have great autonomy under their command. Not only do they have the power to make decisions on the battlefield, but they can also order exclusive MS from the Imperial Strategic Logistics Department and modify warships. Except for not being able to produce weapons and equipment independently, they only obey the emperor's orders and carry out the tasks assigned by the emperor. They can be said to be an enhanced version of the Bell Team.

Bakirolu has a Magellan-class battleship that can carry and maintain twelve MSs, two Salamis-class missile destroyers, and a comprehensive supply ship. In terms of combat power alone, it can already fight a small-scale battle in many Gundam worlds. Many protagonist groups only have one battleship. If it weren't for the protagonist's halo, their advantages would be suppressed by the regular army.

"Have the maintenance squad prepare and repair the returning Hunters. Rotate the mobile suits on perimeter patrol duty. Send two Swifts to monitor Earth's movements."

"By the way, from now on, all positions on the ship will be rotated. Keep half of the people on duty, and the rest of the staff will take the time to eat and rest."

Baki Lulu must have been quite capable to be able to sit in the commander's position. She quickly arranged her subordinates clearly. She led by example and asked her adjutant to rest first, and she took the first shift.

The former Artemis Fortress of the Eurasian Federation has hoisted the flag of the Higla Empire, but this is far from the end.

The space coalition forces of the East Asian Republic and the Higra Empire beat up the Earth Union in the L4 and L3 space domains. On the ground battlefield, the long-silent Desert Tiger received an order from the PLANT Ministry of Defense to launch an attack on the Eurasian Union's homeland, and friendly forces would come to support it.

"Friendly forces, are there still friendly forces on Earth now?" Andrew Bartfield, a rugged, muscular man, stared at the tablet in his hand. It contained the order issued by the Ministry of National Defense to attack the Eurasian Federation after a discussion at the PLANT Supreme Council. He immediately gave a look of "are you kidding me?" and slammed the tablet to the ground, cursing, "Aisha, tell me, are these officials still human? Didn't I give them the Eurasian Federation's dense steel fortresses and armored and fighter fleets that outnumber mine?"

"Now the Eurasian Federation has mobile suits! How the hell are we going to fight them?!"

It's not Andrew's fault that he doesn't look like the wise guy he used to have. In his opinion, those PLANT gentlemen who don't have to go to the battlefield have gone crazy. Originally, he was facing the Eurasian Federation across the sea. Only with the beast-shaped MS like Baku that was specialized for the African terrain could he stabilize ZAFT's base in Africa and provide PLANT with a steady supply of precious food.

Moreover, the Gibraltar base is also unstable. Andrew has to deal with the special forces infiltrated by the Earth Union every day. The most hateful thing is the local residents. Compared with his colleagues whose greatest pleasure every day is to harm the local residents, Andrew is a rare good man in the ZAFT army. He not only maintains local order and severely punishes those chiefs and tribes and the endless evil forces on the African continent, but also trades with the residents and pays a reasonable price to let them help the ZAFT army to open mines. But even so, they are regarded as invaders and still have to face the guerrillas who pop up from some unknown corner.

And now, the PLANT bosses are actually demanding that the Gibraltar garrison, which has neither soldiers nor weapons, attack the Eurasian Federation?! These top brass must be screwed, they must be! Desert Tiger Andrew made a very confident judgment.

"The expeditionary force that invaded the Higla Empire was completely annihilated by the Higla people. The only PLANT mobile forces left on Earth are us and the Australian Carpentaria base. I really can't imagine there are any friendly forces there to support us."

The woman in a blue leather jacket, with round, smooth shoulders and deep cleavage on her chest, looked like a diva and was lost in thought. She was Aisha Trein, Andrew's lover. Although she did not belong to the ZAFT army, she was also the gunner of the Desert Tiger's special machine TMF/A-803 Lagu Land Combat Commander MS. At the same time, she was also Andrew's think tank, giving him advice.

But she couldn't understand the current situation, as if the fog of war was shrouding her eyes. Logically, the PLANT top brass should be aware of the situation on Earth. What went wrong that made the Ministry of Defense issue such an order, which was like asking the garrison in Gibraltar to fight a bloody battle with the Eurasian Federation's steel defense line.

Just as the two men were scowling, thinking about how to break the deadlock, a soldier came in panting and shouted, "Boss, it's bad! There are warships coming from the sea!!!"

"Which force could it be that has the battleship? Is it Orb, which has established diplomatic relations with the Higla Empire, or the East Asian Republic, which has broken away from the Earth Union?"

Hearing the signalman's voice as if he was dehydrated, Andrew handed him some water while quickly going through in his mind the forces on Earth that were capable of coming and were at odds with the Earth.

"Gudong, gulp, gulp." The soldier, having drunk enough water, recovered and immediately reported the information he had detected with the radar to the two people in front of him. "Boss, sister-in-law, an unknown force currently has three warships approaching our defense zone. They've sent us a communication request. I don't know how to respond, so I rushed over to inform you."

"They said they could wait, but would only communicate with the base's chief military officer."

At the end, the soldier added a sentence to prevent Andrew from thinking that he came here just to get his tea for free. You know, even in the Universal Century, water resources are still very precious resources in the desert, and ZAFT soldiers have limited water.

"Let's go quickly."

Andrew didn't care about the glass of water. He just wanted to take care of his own business in the war and spend the rest of his life with Aisha. Now that the unknown forces actually came to contact him directly, he had to confirm whether the other party was a friend or an enemy.

"Attention! Enemy attack incoming. All Desert King and Baku pilots in the base are on standby. The air defense system is on alert. All other non-essential personnel must immediately enter the air-raid shelter and wait for the all-clear!"

Aisha issued the combat order in the internal communication of the base before Andrew. Now the enemy and us are still unclear, so we must prepare in advance. Although she is not in the ZAFT military sequence, she can still command the combat personnel in the base and seize the only food plantation of PLANT on the earth. We can rely on her advice.

The group immediately rushed to the underground operations center. Andrew answered the call and saw a figure he couldn't quite believe. They had a cordial conversation, and even after the call ended, the Desert Tiger was still a little lost, with only one thought in his mind:

"Why is the friendly force coming to support us the Higla Empire, and why is their leader the Earth Federation's Eighth Fleet Admiral Halberdon and his apprentice??!"

after an hour.

Desert Tiger and his men looked on in bewilderment as three battleships of the Higla Empire Space Force, endorsed by the PLANT Supreme Council, entered the base. The most surprising thing was that the Higla people actually sent combat supplies. Andrew and his men received new machines, the RGM-89D Jegan, which was very popular in the hands of the East Asian Republic recently. The price was that even the troops of Gibraltar Base and Desert Tiger had to obey Mariu's orders.

Andrew, who actually got a MS that could use beam weapons, was as excited as a child. With three main battleships and so many Jegans, the Eurasian Federation's defense line was nothing but a paper tiger, and his military power could easily break through it.

The reason why Malu has PLANT's appointment letter is that there has been a breakthrough in the negotiations between PLANT and the Shigra Empire. Xiao Renwu himself is discussing more details with Durandal, the chairman of the Supreme Council.