Chapter 881 Dark Night Raid
Two minutes passed, then turned into five minutes, and five minutes turned into ten minutes.
Every once in a while, Jackma will click on his light box and aim the flashlight at the wall-mounted timer, frowning as he watches the passage of time.
Finally, the communication speaker installed on the door rang, but contrary to the automatic message he expected, the entire station's communication system was replaced with the same scream and whine as his screen, except that Twice the previous volume.
“Damn! What the hell happened!!”
His hands pressed against his ears, as if his fingers and dirty palms could block out hundreds of decibels of screams.
Jakema knocked open the door with his elbow and knelt in the public aisle, but the sound was always with him, and the deck speakers were also wailing crazily.
As a result, he found that other doors were also opened one by one, but this only amplified the sound: screams came from everyone's living room, and other employees also staggered out of their cabins .
"What's going on?"
He shouted this loudly, but he didn't hear the sound coming out of his throat, and no one nearby responded.
And before all hell breaks loose, Guardsman Moss Baines is telling stories about his pets.
This is not a particularly funny or interesting story, but on the Overwatch Deck, anything to kill time is considered a welcome pastime.
Their rotation work was very simple. They spent twelve consecutive hours looking at the scanning screen that showed nothing, reading inspection reports that were the same as before, and discussing that once they were transferred out of this dilapidated military supply What should the station do, or look forward to the day when they can return to real fleet service.
It’s just that many unpleasant things happened today, including useless code that interfered with the system.
Under Mose Baines' quick reaction, the weapon array was activated, the defense turret stared into the void, the shield was opened, and layers of spherical invisible force protected the ugly shell of the space station.
The security officer's eyes wandered over the timer on the console. Seven minutes and 41 seconds had passed since the interference began. He called it "interference" because it sounded more reassuring than "damn screams." And there is a lot of science.
Currently, the damn sharp-jamming is being broadcast over their internal communications network, reaching every deck at an insane volume.
They couldn't turn it off and no one knew why.
“The lights at No. 2 West District have just gone out!”
One person shouted:
"Oh, fuck...and West One, West Three, the whole East, and—"
At the same time, the lights on the command deck went out and the backup generators started running. , bathing everyone in a headache-inducing emergency red light.
"Detected, it's an external signal."
The officer at the console next to the security officer tapped the screen - one of the few on the space station that seemed to be still functioning. one of the devices.
“Whatever it is, that’s where it comes from.”
The command deck was always hot and the air filters never worked properly, so tension wasn't going to work.
“Details?”
The security officer wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and the
officer touched the screen with his fingertips again.
“A passive broadcast signal, recorded here in the archive just ten minutes ago, when the signal was processed and recorded by our meditators, it... spread out, like a certain A disease that infiltrates certain space station systems: the communications array, as well as more primitive components of the power grid."
Mose Baines resisted the urge to curse.
"Where is the gravity system?"
"Still operating normally."
"The shield system?" "Still persisting."
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"Oxygen, weapons, escape pods."
"It's all still there. This is a simple, cruel, random abandoned code. It can't turn off complex things. It's just communications, auspiciousness and... look The lighting network was offline, both basic systems, but full of intrusive code that hindered their functionality."
The security officer looked back at his own scanning screen, seeing the same thing he had seen ten minutes before. The damage feedback is consistent.
"Scanners, lights and communicators. Well, we're blind, deaf, and dumb, and you know we're going to be screwed if this keeps up, and the Tin Man will have demerits all over our resumes. , let’s take a look.”
Say these words can’t make a difference in the development of the situation, the security officer absentmindedly fastened his uniform jacket for the first time in countless shifts.
"Aren't you worried that this might be an attack?"
Another officer asked, and Moss Baines shook his head.
"Who's coming to attack here? Our weapons and shields are still working, there's nothing to worry about except for those Tin Woodmen to hold them accountable, and that will be... Okay, don't piss off Ironhide People and their profit margins.”
Just a few years ago, he would have worried about all the people forced to work in the dark. Now he worries first about himself: the bosses and the people in red robes. Will tolerate significant production delays.
If this continues, he may have to pay a large sum of money in compensation.
A young officer next to him scratched his unshaven chin and said with complaint:
“So, how can you blame us for the production stagnation?”
Mose Baynes Try your best to be patient. This guy is new. He has only been here for two months, and he has not integrated well. The bionic device that replaced his left cheek, temple and eye is too expensive at first glance - this guy is obviously a slut. of rich people.
Maybe his wealthy father sent him here as some kind of punishment. No matter what the truth is, as long as he wants to continue to maintain this kind of virtue, this girl is a difficult bastard to deal with.
Mose Baines snorted.
"What explanation do you think the Tin Woodman would hear? What a mess the pirates made of us? Why the hell would anyone target a place like this? If everyone could find it, there wouldn't be anything worth grabbing."
"Sir! A special situation has been discovered! It's, it's a ship--"
Mose Baynes stood up in his seat, opened his mouth, and stared out the window of the command deck. A ship that shouldn't exist Ship——
A figure shrouded in shadow licked his lips on the command seat, watching the image of the Star Pirates space station slowly expand in the eyeball display. They were sneaking in such a close state, the space station The instruments and weapons group were unaware of it, but when they approached the dangerous distance of the space station, the naked eye was enough to see the ugly outline.
“A little closer, a little closer.”
The being on the command throne spoke slowly to the bridge crew.
“Keep screaming.”
“Damn——”
The monitor is still flashing a large amount of chaotic data, flashing afterimages, lengthy messages and The traced signals are simply impossible to exist.
One moment it showed thirty-five ships huddled on top of each other, the next nothing but a vacuum.
The ship outside the inspection window is getting closer and closer, and it can be seen with the naked eye. Even its armor plating is clearly visible, with several layers of black and bronze - reflecting the dim brilliance of the stars in the distance.
"It looks like an Astartes strike cruiser, a big guy."
The security officer bit his lower lip, unable to take his eyes away from the approaching ship. open.
“Can you identify them?”
“It’s the Astral Knights!”
(End of this chapter)