Commander's Anime Harem

"What the hell happened... I...!"

Shirley Lu struggled. She felt that it would be a shame for the loyal fans of the 25th Fleet who were looking forward to her arrival if she left without singing a single word. But the current situation was too complicated for a girl like her who lacked experience. To put it simply, her CPU was burnt out and she didn't know what to do.

Finally, it was Katherine Glass, who was in charge of security, who ran up and pulled the stubborn girl down. They dragged her through a special passage to leave the chaotic concert venue. Under the protection of bodyguards, they successfully avoided the crowd and arrived at the nearest shelter.

At this time, outside the universe, the drones of the MacrossFrontier (25th Fleet) carrier-based aircraft formation were fighting with an unknown enemy.

"WVR (within visual range)! Nine o'clock! Jinking (avoidance)! JinKing!"

"It's too late, wow!"

"Boom!"

After a wave of salvos, the VF171 NightmarePlus (Enhanced Nightmare) fleet did not eliminate the incoming unknown enemy. Instead, they were pulled into a close combat atmosphere of less than 100 kilometers by the high-speed flying unknown target. The enemy also had missiles. Although the captain's aircraft notified his teammates in time when dodging, many rookies with poor skills were not so lucky.

A VF171 exploded in mid-air after being directly hit, and the pilot and the fighter were engulfed in flames. Another VF171 had one wing blown off and the fuselage caught fire. Logically, if the pilot activated the transformation at this time, he would most likely survive, but he obviously could only maintain the fighter form and did not know how to do it, or he did not dare to try it. He exploded while rolling, adding an extremely dazzling firework to the vast and dark universe.

The attacking enemy dragged a tail shaped like a strip of light, but was flying faster than the VF171 in space. A pilot locked onto the target and fired a series of light spots from his machine gun, but the opponent's speed was too fast and all his shots missed. Before the pilot could adjust his posture, the creature that looked like some kind of insect creature turned upside down and hit the fuselage of the fighter plane. The light-belt-like tail turned into a scorpion's poisonous sting, and with one blow, it nailed the pilot to the driving seat.

The fighter plane exploded and turned into wreckage. A khaki, insect-like monster pounced on the fleeing VF171.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

In the blink of an eye, the fuselage of the VF171, which was strong enough to withstand several close-range missile attacks, was penetrated by a series of holes at an angle. Thick smoke danced in the air along with the fuselage fragments flying in the universe, and then exploded into a pile of parts. The giant khaki flying insect did not care about the damage caused by the opponent's machine gun and continued to move towards the colonial satellite, where there was a similar smell.

Such tragedies kept happening to the 25th Squadron's carrier-based aircraft formation. They had never encountered an enemy that was faster than them or had stronger firepower than them, and they were almost defeated at the first touch.

"Oh shit!! What the hell are these bugs!!"

"Damn it, I'm hit, please... Boom!"

"It's at our six o'clock position and I'm trying to get away from them!"

"Unit 6 was shot down, damn it!"

At the 25th Fleet's operational command center, the news from the first line of defense kept getting worse. The commander, sitting there, was sweating profusely. He hadn't expected the carrier-based aircraft formation to be so vulnerable to the incoming enemy. Even more frustrating was the detection of a large number of signals 20,000 kilometers from the colony satellite. Unable to make a decision, he could only immediately report the battle situation to the President:

"Mr. President, the first line of defense has been breached. The carrier-based aircraft formation has been almost completely destroyed. A fleet signal has been detected 20,000 kilometers away from the fleet. It may be the Zentraedi core fleet!"

"Order the escort fleet to attack. I'll find a way to take action." President Howard Glass, a typical blond-haired white man, felt his scalp tingle after hearing the battle report from the front. He thought to himself that he had sailed for so long without encountering the core fleet, and now he had encountered it here, and there was also the Vajra fleet that attacked for unknown reasons. To protect the fleet and the people, he had no choice but to use the escorting Zentraedi fleet and the New Unified Army fleet for defense. Still worried, he picked up the phone on the table and pressed the red button: "It's me! They're finally here."

The escort fleet that received the order immediately moved forward and deployed its formation. The civilian military organization SMS, which cooperated with the 25th Fleet Government and belonged only to Bilra, also received an attack order. They were to go and rescue the military carrier-based aircraft fleet that had been penetrated by the first line of defense.

At this time, the first and second strike groups of the Higla Empire stationed on the 86th directly-governed planet arrived at their battle positions. What appeared before them was a chaotic battlefield, with insects chasing human fighter planes and a fleet formed by a large number of colonial satellite groups.

"Commander, should we fight that one?"

Faced with a ferocious-looking insect with a light-like tail and a pair of large claws chasing the fleeing VF fighter, the communications soldier was a little confused, so he chose to ask the commander.

Commander Zhang Cheng, seated in the command chair, observed the images captured and transmitted by the optical array before immediately issuing combat orders: "The enemy is Vajra, marked in the database. Begin charging the positron cannons. The fleet deploys an air defense formation. Send out carrier-based aircraft to attack the insects first. If the humans recklessly attack us, we are permitted to retaliate."

"Also, send a small team around the battlefield to establish contact with the enemy. Don't force it. If things get bad, retreat immediately!"

"Yes, Commander!"

The signalman immediately flew his fingers and passed the order to the combat unit.

The VF11 Swifts parked in the hangar were equipped with special propulsion backpacks, and the composite racks under the wings were mounted with more air-to-air missiles. The cockpits of the fighter jets that received the combat order lit up green, indicating that the pilots were online. The elevator carried the fighter jets to the launch pad. As the indicator lights came on, the engines with a thrust of hundreds of tons burst into dazzling blue tail flames, allowing the fighter jets to rush into the dark universe outside at high speed.

While the Phalanx-class battleships and Dolos-class space carriers were launching carrier-based aircraft, other warships were not idle either. Amid the roars of the captains' missile salvos, countless smoke dragons rushed out of the launchers and dived towards the target under the guidance of the fire control radar. Behind them was the charging aircraft group.

Vajula can release EMP to electronically interfere with the drones and missile seekers of the New Unified Army, but the missiles of the Higla Empire are large in quantity and will explode immediately upon reaching the target. The dung-yellow worms hiding in the meteorite belt and not attacking will be engulfed in flames along with countless meteorites.

The fast-moving red bug was being chased madly by hundreds of VF11s that seemed to not care about the pilot's life or death and were performing crazy maneuvers. Missiles were flying all over the sky, and the visual effect was maximized.

This scene stunned the SMS crew who had just launched the attack and the surviving pilots of the 25th Fleet.

"No buddy, how much do you make a month? You're working so hard?!"

Chapter 442: Capturing Vajola and Contacting the Fleet

Limited by its brain being the size of tofu, the red medium-sized Vajra was completely controlled by a control unit hidden somewhere unknown. Even though it had a body that could burst through the armor of a VF fighter and could run faster than a VF25, it could only be defeated by hundreds of VF11s that completely disregarded their lives and ran faster than it.

Of course, considering that if the core of the Vajra is hit again, its body will quickly turn into powder and dissipate. It is initially suspected that it is the powder produced by the damaged FOLD crystal. Therefore, after cutting off the limbs and beam-emitting organs of the red medium-sized Vajra, it is successfully captured using the beam shield newly attached to the body.

The RVF25 with light green paint was transformed into the B-form of the combat robot. The dog moved stealthily to the VF25S with a dark gray background, yellow and black stripes, which was also transformed into the B-form. There was also a skull-painted VF25S on the back, which was the captain Ozma Lee's body. The military personnel of the fleet who were sighing at the back that they had survived with great difficulty felt dazzled. Otherwise, why would they see such a serious sense of stealing from a fighter plane?

Luca Angelo, who looked a bit childish, like a middle school student, asked in confusion on the communication channel: "Captain, what do we do now?"

"Um, I don't know. I'm not entirely sure about this situation." Ozma Lee, who possessed the uninhibited temperament of a mature man, was also somewhat bewildered. The monitor lights behind the three goggles of his dedicated camera were flashing frantically. The optical equipment had captured and transmitted images of fighter jets chasing the unidentified target that had attacked the fleet. This confused Ozma even more, and he blurted out, "Isn't this a VF11?!"

"No, this is definitely not a VF11! How can a real VF11 run this fast?"

Ozma originally wanted to complain about this backward weapon that came out of that corner and dared to charge at Vajula, which was difficult for his VF25, the most advanced one in the New Unified Army, to catch up with. But when he thought about the scene where he just witnessed Vajula being successfully captured, he saw that several VF11s had rushed to the front of Vajula in a straight line with ease in front of him to block it. Without any fancy moves, they surpassed the target with their speed alone, which the VF25S could not catch up with for the time being.

If Ozma wasn't as forthright, he could have said it was because his VF25S was equipped with an armored backpack, which significantly increased the weight of the fighter, so he couldn't catch up. But Ozma was a proud fighter pilot, and he could only exclaim, "This fighter is really cool, but I still like my own VF25S."

The VF25 Messiah is a new type of variable fighter produced by Nova Heavy Industries on the 25th Fleet based on the data of the evolution of the general-purpose poetry machine YF24. It absorbs the shortcomings of the New Unified Army's F series, namely the YF19 and YF22, which are too high performance and difficult for ordinary pilots to operate, and combines their advantages. With the technical support of the LAI Technology Research Center of the comprehensive machinery manufacturing industry, it is produced.

Although it does not have the superb performance of its predecessors that can only be piloted by aces, the VF25 has achieved significant improvements in some performance compared to the F series, and it also allows more ordinary pilots to easily control this new fighter, making it more universal.

The fighter is 18.72 meters long, with a nose resembling a Soviet warship, while the fuselage adopts a central lifting body design similar to the F14. It has a wingspan of 15.5 meters, a height of 4.03 meters, and a B-mode height of 14.53 meters. The empty weight is 8.45 tons. It uses two FF-3001A-stage II thermonuclear turbine engines with a thrust of 33.06 tons. It can reach Mach 5 in the atmosphere. (The VF and the Gundam are the opposite. How could the VF's maneuverability be so limited?)

Its standard armament is similar to that of a regular VF fighter, but its wider and longer wings allow it to carry more missiles than the 25th Fleet's standard carrier-based aircraft, the VF171. Its biggest highlight is that close combat needs were taken into consideration at the beginning of its design, and a special alloy steel knife is installed in the left wrist shield of the aircraft. The blade can cast a pinpoint shield to increase destructive power, and can easily cut through battleship armor. Its specific manifestation is similar to a spinning cabbage that blooms with light, so it is also called the Cabbage Fist by Macross fans.

In addition to these outstanding performance features, the VF25's design team also focused on the pilots, integrating a new pilot anti-G exterior EX-Gear into the VF25 cockpit. This new equipment combines a somatosensory operating system that can easily control the fighter, and also adds powered limbs and the flight function of a small jet engine, which greatly improves the pilot's survival rate when the fighter is damaged and can independently escape from the out-of-control fighter. This exoskeleton-like equipment can also remotely control the VF25 by wire or wirelessly. Saotome used this method to control the pilot's unconscious Luca machine to escape from the Battleship Vajra.

In terms of the concept of protecting the pilot, Macross and MUV have achieved a rare collaboration. EX-Gear and mechanized infantry armor have similar functions. When the body of the machine is damaged, both turn the pilot into a small superman with extremely strong individual combat capabilities. Whether it is a VF fighter or a tactical machine, the pilot is undoubtedly extremely valuable.

"Has the rear headquarters issued any orders?"

In the absence of an attack order, Ozma could only watch the red Vajra being dragged away by a group of VF11s of unknown origin with only strange military emblems on their wings. He hurriedly shouted on the communication channel, his tone somewhat anxious.

Many years ago, Ozma also watched the colony ship destroyed by the sudden attack of insects, and he was powerless at that time. Now there is an opportunity to understand these insects, but with the strong performance of another wave of unknown forces, Ozma can only give up in order to protect his teammates.

This mature and handsome man was a little depressed at this moment. He really wanted to slap himself and curse: "You still haven't done anything!"

"Captain, rear headquarters has ordered us not to act rashly and to wait and see what happens. Furthermore, a formation of enemy fighter jets has already approached the fleet's outer defenses from the side, and the fleet government is communicating with them."

Luca looked at the order sent from the headquarters' combat command center and immediately reported to Ozma.

"Ah! Orchid is still in Central City! We have to go back!"

Hearing the order from the rear headquarters, the sister-con uncle Ozma suddenly became anxious. He thought that this group of VF11s from an unknown force could defeat these bugs, and the bugs could defeat the fleet and carrier-based aircraft units, which was equivalent to VF11 blasting the 25th fleet.

"Don't be impulsive, Captain. The order hasn't come down yet."

Michel Brown, whose special aircraft was a blue-painted VF25G, immediately drove over in his machine to stop Ozma who wanted to transform back into a fighter to support the fleet. The SMS communication channel suddenly became chaotic.

"Stop it, Captain, the other party is coming!"

When Luca saw a VF11 flying towards him, he immediately reminded his teammates on the communication channel. He also raised the GU-17A Gatling gun on his body, but the muzzle was still facing downwards. Although his face looked a little young, he was also a qualified soldier.

A VF11 slowly flew over. It looked similar to the VF11 fighter in the 25th Fleet's database, with only some details being different.

“Maybe that’s why these VF11s perform so well?”

This thought came to the minds of the surviving pilots of SMS Skull Team and the 25th Regiment, but they instinctively raised their weapons. They were all a little afraid that the other side would suddenly attack, and they were afraid that it would be difficult for everyone who was being hammered by the bugs to escape the other side's pursuit.

When VF11 approached within a kilometer of them, it stopped, transformed into MS form, and began a wide-area broadcast:

"This is the 86th directly governed Star Region of the Higla Empire. Please lay down your weapons immediately. We will guarantee your safety. Failure to do so will be considered a provocation to the Empire!"

When VF11 made the announcement, the fleet in the rear also followed suit and pressed forward, staying at a safe yet intimidating distance. To the people of the 25th Fleet, who were accustomed to the huge Zentraedi warships, the Hiigara Empire's fleet had no advantage in size, but the towering turrets like a forest of swords and the groups of fighter planes that were densely packed yet orderly arranged in a defensive formation were enough to shock people.

Ozma was fine. As a former soldier of the New Unified Army, he had also seen the large-scale operations of the Unified Army. Naturally, he would not be shocked by this fleet. He was just a little curious about this battleship, which was very different from the Zentraedi's battleship that resembled space marine creatures and was closer to that built by humans. It was full of sci-fi beauty. The old soldier admired the numerous weapons on it. Bigger is better, more is beautiful, hundreds of billions of stars, trillions of turrets!

The enemy's fighter planes were even more well-organized and closely guarded the warships. Compared with the 25th Fleet Defense Force, which had poor combat effectiveness, this unknown force was more like a disciplined, iron-blooded and brave army.

"Everyone, put away your guns and missiles. We are not strong enough to stop them."

After quickly judging the opponent's strength within ten seconds, Ozma, who knew his side had no chance of winning, immediately told his teammates and the defense forces of the 25th Fleet on the communication channel. He didn't want his few men to be shot into sieves by the opposing fleet due to accidental firing.

"The rear headquarters should have contacted the enemy, why is there no news yet?"

Luca, who dropped his rifle at Ozma's command, complained in the communication channel. Looking at the thick black muzzle of the battleship, he felt that his hands in the Ex-Gear gloves were sweaty and a little slippery.

"I don't know. Let's wait. Everyone should conserve propellant. If a fight breaks out, a few of us can still escape."

Ozma only hoped that the government of the 25th Fleet would not act stupidly. He did not want his sister to be affected by the war.

The battlefield, where a bunch of VF171 wreckage was still floating around, became strangely quiet during the confrontation. The fleet at the rear was also a little messy in the wind. Bugs attacked and beat up the escort troops. The SMS troops were dispatched, and then a group of forces called the Higla Empire broke in, beat up the bugs, and even captured one alive. Now they come to negotiate with us?

President Howard Glass now looks as if he has been constipated for over a month.

One VF11 continued to negotiate with the fleet government, while the rest of the VF11s were scattered around the high-strength glass shell of the main island to avoid being caught in one fell swoop. If you ignore the Shigla Empire emblem on their wings, you might mistake them for fighter planes of the Unified Army.

Chapter 443 Happy Shirley

The administrative building on the main island is the highest authority of the 25th Fleet. The president's office is also here. However, at this moment, there is nothing but silence here. What happened in front of them seems to be against the will of heaven, and in fact it is indeed against the will of heaven. In particular, some people who know the inside story have failed to manage their expressions. They almost seized power and ordered the fleet's garrison to immediately attack and destroy the Higla Empire that captured the insects. However, when they thought about the gap in strength between the two sides, these people could only give up and grit their teeth to continue to accumulate strength in secret.

"We are aware of the Emperor's request, but laying down our arms constitutes total surrender, which we absolutely cannot accept. We can accept your fleet's supervision and escort, but laying down our arms is out of the question." Howard, the president of the 25th Fleet, righteously stated his demands to the Cyclops standing at his desk. "To the New Unified Military Government, we would rather die standing than live on our knees. Neither the troops fighting on the front lines and suffering heavy losses, nor my people, will agree. Moreover, we cannot trust your country either."

"I will record your request. The final outcome will be decided by His Majesty the Emperor."

The electronic synthesized voice of the Cyclops rang out in the conference room. The emotionless voice was very consistent with the image of a robot.

"Very good. We have established the first step of initial trust. My suggestion is that both sides hold talks in a mutually agreeable location to establish a minimum level of mutual trust. Otherwise, a stalemate here will not benefit either our fleet or your esteemed Emperor. Please ask the special envoy to convey my words back. Thank you."

"I will report to His Majesty truthfully, and I will leave first."

The signal light on the monitor on the Cyclops' head flashed a few times and then went out, indicating that the person controlling him had left the conference room and returned to report the situation.

"Please go ahead. I will wait here for your good news."

Seeing the Cyclops enter standby mode, Howard's scraggly beard under his nose trembled a few times with the blowing air. He was tortured by bad news one after another, and finally had a chance to breathe. His mood improved a lot. The other party had behaved very civilized from the time they appeared to the current talks. Whether it was not attacking the fleet that had suffered heavy losses to the garrison, or the verbal analysis during the talks, it showed that the other party was a group of normal people.

Although their demands for the fleet to lay down their weapons and accept supervision were very aggressive, this did not mean there was no trust at all. If it were Howard himself, he would certainly not be willing to allow a force that had no identification in his database to enter his territory. Moreover, now that the other party said that they would report to their top leader, this meant that his suggestion had touched the other party's defense line. In other words, there was room for negotiation, and as long as they did not commit suicide, there was a high probability that a fight would not break out.

But as Howard said, there was no basis of trust between the two sides. When the Cyclops was on standby, the senior executives of the 25th Fleet in the conference room immediately stood up and left the meeting room, leaving only a few staff members to monitor the movements of the Cyclops.

In another spacious conference room, the staff prepared lunch and tea. After the senior executives were seated, they immediately filed out and closed the door of the conference room. The content inside was not something they could hear at their level.

"Combat Command, please have all the soldiers on the front lines return. They need to rest. The SMS teams should also have them withdraw immediately."

"Tell all the escorting warships to refrain from any provocative actions against the Higla Empire's fighter planes and warships. The Operations Command will implement this."

Howard gave the order before he even had time to warm up his chair. In his opinion, the other party was indeed a civilized person, but he was not a civilized person of that era. Even in the 21st century, the gap in civilization in some areas was deeper than the Mariana Trench.

The appearance of names like the Shigla Empire and His Majesty the Emperor reminded Howard of the emperors in textbooks who had created the glorious civilization of mankind during the feudal period. Combined with the fleet displayed before him, it told Howard that the other party was an imperial country.

The imperial state has long become an insignificant term in the history books of the Earth's new unified government, and it is unlikely to even be tested in the college entrance examination.

In the Macross universe, SDF-1 crashes on Earth, and the remains of the ancient birdman civilization are discovered. In order to compete for advanced technology, as well as due to ideological differences and discord, humans begin a massive war of integration and anti-integration. In the end, the integrated government defeats the anti-integration forces and becomes the only voice on Earth. The five continents and seven oceans become a whole as humans are about to enter the universe.

Originally, humans thought they would enter a king-level copy, but their unfortunate fate had just begun. Just as they set foot on the vast galaxy, they encountered the Zentraedi basic fleet attracted by the SDF-1, before even the transformation of the moon was completed. Except for Makuros who made an emergency jump to the universe and the humans who entered the shelter in time, the earth was tragically burned to pieces by the basic fleet. In the end, humans relied on the arduous struggle of Makuros's lone army and Lin Mingmei's singing to make some Zentraedi who had realized emotions defect, and won a tragic victory. After the end of the interstellar war that almost led to the extinction of mankind, the surviving humans and Zentraedi merged with each other and began a galactic seeding plan for the purpose of racial continuation. To put it simply, they cloned humans crazily, and then built immigrant ships crazily to spread their branches and leaves, to avoid being wiped out by the basic fleet. The 25th Fleet exists in this way.

"If they are the emperor, they won't kill us all for a disagreement, right? They definitely have the power to do so. Should we be on guard?"

"Yes, a dictator like this could do anything."

"We have no idea what the other civilization is like, and what about their VF11? Its performance is simply indescribable. It's even faster than our cutting-edge VF25."

The senior executives were talking at once, and no one paid any attention to the delicious food on the table. It wasn't that they weren't hungry, but it was almost late at night, and many of those who had been summoned hadn't even had time to eat dinner, so they were in no mood to have a combat dinner in the conference room.

"Stop arguing. The fact that they didn't open fire on us immediately is enough. Chief Lieutenant Officer Leon Mishima and I will handle the subsequent negotiations with the Higla Empire. Those of you who remain in the fleet will verify the situation in this universe. The fact that we haven't been able to contact any fleets until now is a clear sign of the problem."

"Yes! Mr. President." XN People gradually dispersed, and only Howard sitting and Leon standing were left in the huge conference room.

The colonial satellite fleet was not peaceful tonight. There were always some people in the upper echelons who kept their mouths shut. The news that the fleet had encountered an unknown civilization immediately appeared in various evening tabloids. The name of the Higra Empire became known to many people. People were fantasizing about everything in this country, and even the galactic fairies were no exception.

"Grace, have you confirmed that we have no way to return to the Macross Galaxy fleet?"

Shirley was feeling a bit happy as she nestled her whole body in the soft and elastic lazy sofa. Before being discovered by Grace, the girl had wandered in the slums of the Galaxy Immigration Fleet for many days. Having experienced the ups and downs of life, she did not like the atmosphere of the Galaxy Fleet. When she heard the news that she could not go back, the queen was secretly delighted. She was glowing with a charming halo, and her small and white skin was dancing happily on the carpet.

Grace was a little distressed. She was a professional agent on the surface, but in reality she was a senior executive of the Galaxy Fleet. She had always used Shirley as a human test subject for the Type V infectious disease. This time she came to the 25th Fleet to hold a concert tour, and she was also using Shirley to lure Vajra.

However, her current identity was still her manager, so she could only put on a fake smile to comfort Shirley. "According to the information I've gathered from the higher-ups, this is indeed the case. This is another universe. Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that the so-called Higla Empire is actually one of those immigrant ships that set out early. They found a habitable planet and established their own country there. They're using the name of an empire to scare us off. So, Shirley, don't worry about your concert tour plans. Maybe you can even hold a concert on a real planet with life~"

Grace's words were very persuasive. For people who had spent their entire lives on colonial fleet warships from birth to death, being able to reach a planet suitable for life on the ground was a dream that many people longed for but could not achieve. Being able to witness and touch the real earth, sky, and ocean with one's own eyes was a precious memory that could be written into the textbooks used to educate the next generation a hundred years later.

Shirley took the bait. She had long been tired of the fleet's artificial natural landscapes, and she wanted to experience them with her own body. She might even come up with a few new songs. Her eyes lit up, and she eagerly stood up, shaking Grace's arm and coquettishly saying, "If the 25th Fleet reaches an agreement with the Higla Empire, Grace, you must help me secure a place to travel to their planet. I think my inspiration will be unleashed then!!!"

"Of course, no one can refuse us, the Galaxy Fairies, what Her Majesty the Queen asks!"

Grace responded with a smile. Since she was playing the role of an agent, she had to be professional and must not arouse Shirley's suspicion.

"Grace is the best to me after all, hug~"

"Haha, it's so itchy~"

Time passed by, and artificial sunlight overlooked the earth. After a day of bargaining, the two sides decided to hold another meeting at the lunar base on Star 86. The 25th Fleet agreed to be escorted by the fleet of the Higla Empire, and the Higla Empire also agreed that the 25th Fleet would not disarm. The two sides reached a preliminary consensus.