A star map marked with various beacons was betted in the center of the conference room.

In this conference room that can accommodate hundreds of people for meetings, there are only four people sitting quietly on the side, looking silently at the star map in front of them.

"A week ago on Earth time, the new unified president who was on the verge of visiting the planet suddenly lost contact when he left the visiting planet. At the same time, he discovered an unknown basic trunk fleet during the subsequent exploration."

Mark, who was sitting next to He Wuming, spoke while opening up the communication with the MACROSS7 in the distance.

"Staff Officer Exido, how is your situation?"

"Oh~ the commander ran away without saying a word. All the rest of the work was left to me. Whether it was in the original basic fleet or the current MACROSS fleet, I was indeed a destined to be miserable!"

Unexpectedly, the familiar face on the communication screen was not the smart and capable staff attitude of D decades ago, but more like an old man.

"Uh...ahhhhhhh!"

Mark's face froze and he quickly coughed a few times, forcing himself to act more seriously.

"Staff! Staff Axido! What's going on with you?"

"Oh~ The commander is urging people again. It's really... can't this long life have a good ending?"

Faced with Mark's urging, Staff Axido, who has now become a "cute" person, continues to complain.

"Puff..."

Milia couldn't help laughing, but stopped immediately, and even reached out to help her husband under the gaze.

"Staff Officer Exido. Now we are discussing matters with General He Wuming about the president. What's going on with you?"

"General?!" Staff Officer Exido blinked in surprise, then moved his eyes and looked around, and finally fell on He Wuming.

"Ah! It's rude! I'm Exido, the director of MACROSS7's record. I pay tribute to you! General He is inexplicably."

Finally, as soon as he appeared on the stage, Exido, who was catching Mark's bitterness, saw He Moming sitting on the side and watching the show silently.

"Hello! Staff Axido. We're meeting again." He nodded inexplicably and smiled again: "Depending on your condition, it seems to be very good. I believe that you can still see your active figure in the future."

"Where are there! I have spent too long years. In this final stage of my life, at least I can still see and experience culture!"

As if Consultant Exido recalled something, a hint of intoxication gradually appeared on his face.

"Ahem...Staff! According to the latest physical examination report, you still have at least three thousand years of life." Mark, who was deliberately ignored by Staff Axido, finally couldn't help it and quickly stood up to interrupt the conversation between the two.

"Oh oh ~ Commander. Why are you here? You're so rude! You're so rude!" Axido looked at Mark in surprise and shouted.

Mark's eyebrows hopped wildly, and finally he held back. He waved helplessly and said weakly:

"Okay. Let me introduce the news you received!"

"Yes." This time, Exido was simply, and in a blink of an eye he returned to his original smart and capable staff look.

Before He Wuming received the message, the MACROSS7 fleet, which was closer to the galaxy of the President's accident, learned about Le immediately through some special channels.

The speed is so fast that it is almost the same as the new integrated headquarters of the Earth.

Subsequently, under Mark's arrangement and with the acquiescence of some relevant persons, a spy team assigned by Mark himself quietly set off from the temporary garrison of MACROSS7 and rushed to the space where the president had an accident to check.

result,

But it was a big surprise.

Not only did the unknown basic fleet discover traces of the unidentified domestic fleet that appeared in this universe, but also unexpectedly discovered that this basic fleet was the route of the MACROSS7 fleet before, forcing the fleet to turn around and come to the current temporary station.

After learning this fact, Mark immediately ordered the spy team to obtain as much relevant information as possible, and arranged for staff Axido to take over the mission. Later, Mark and Milia joined forces to the planet Ragna to meet their comrades in person, and He Wuming, the uncrowned lord of this galaxy.

However, after Staff Exido took over, he encountered some difficulties.

but,

Finally, in the huge memory stored by Staff Exido over the long years, the identity of the unidentified foundation trunk fleet that was in front of him and their purpose of action.

"Fleet 203?" He frowned inexplicably. He seemed to have some familiarity with this basic fleet.

"For the 203 fleet. If my memory and guess is correct, the basic fleet that appears before us may be able to reconcile in some friendly way."

Axido nodded and continued:

"Yes. In addition to the original basic fleets that are allied with the new unification, as well as the hostile basic fleet, there is another alternative basic fleet that is not listed."

"They are the basic fleets that can nurture culture themselves, and can even break the hatred between men and women, live in mixed lives and live together. In our opinion, these alternative compatriots have long been no different from humans."

“Cultural?203?”

After some thought for some reason, He suddenly shouted with great enlightenment: "I remembered it! 203, 203! Yes! The 203rd Fleet! So that's it! So that's it! Mark, it seems that we were scaring ourselves before."

"What did you remember?" Mark was a little confused.

"Well. If it is really the 203 Basic Fleet, perhaps the reason why I stood in front of MACROSS7 before is very likely to be that I want to communicate with you about culture." He nodded inexplicably and said with a sudden realization.

"Cultural, transformation?" Milia frowned and thought for a while, then smiled bitterly. "I remembered it too. I remembered that the fleet I used to be had also encountered with the 203 Basic Fleet, but the scale of the engagement at that time was limited to the size of the squadron, and there was no greater conflict. The only suspicious thing is that all the seriously injured people who lost contact on the battlefield disappeared after sending a message for help."

Speaking of this, Milia glanced at He Wuming and smiled: "I guess the small-scale war back then should be the result of the deliberate control of the 203 fleet, and even the seriously injured were rescued by them."

"What happened like this?!" Mark was stunned for a moment and asked at his wife.

"Well, right! If it weren't for my sisters and I strong enough back then, maybe I would have one of the people who were stolen." Milia smiled playfully.

"..." Mark's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything, as if he was jealous of the existence of some people.

"Staff. Have you contacted the 203 Fleet?" He asked inexplicably, looking at Exido's avatar.

"If you contact me, you can say yes or no." Axido nodded and shook his head again.

"I received an encrypted message a few hours ago. Its encryption format turned out to be an encryption program that most basic fleets no longer use."

"Where is the content?" Mark asked.

Staff Axido was silent for a moment and said hesitantly:

“It’s a song.”

"Song?" He Wuming and others responded together.

"Yes. It's a song. It's "Did you remember love?"

Axido nodded slowly and told the truth about the encrypted information.

"Did you remember love?" Milia stared at He inexplicably and said, "Isn't that Mingmei's song?"

He Moming was also very confused. After nodding, he began to think.

Why does this information using the zenith star's encryption program contain a song? And have you ever remembered love?

There may be some hidden information here to tell everyone who can crack this encryption program and guess the truth.

but,

For a moment,

He Wuming really couldn't think of the relationship here.

Even Staff Axido, known as the mobile dictionary, is the same. Not to mention Mark and Miria.

However,

Just as everyone was confused, a voice sounded.

It's Ernest Johnson.

After entering the conference room, this 2.2-meter-tall man sat aside as an audience. Unexpectedly, he spoke boldly in a moment when everyone was confused.

"Maybe, I guessed the truth about this encrypted message."

"oh?"

He responded inexplicably, then looked at Mark, nodded, and signaled Ernest to continue speaking.

"Did you remember that love was sung in the war between the stars? The meaning of this song is undoubtedly a light of redemption, whether it is human beings or the zeniths who participated in the war at that time. In its beautiful singing, the zeniths who were not cultured felt the existence of culture for the first time."

Ernest paused, raised his hand and said:

"Perhaps, the 203rd Fleet is now in a situation where you need to ask for help from the outside world but cannot expose yourself."

"So, this encrypted message was sent out?" He was inexplicably happy for a while and looked at Mark.

"Staff, what is the possibility of this guess?" Mark looked at the staff member with understanding.

"Conservative estimate is 60%." After calculating silently for a while, Exido said a probability.

"Is it 60%? Maybe we can give it a try." A thunderous light appeared in Milia's eyes. Perhaps because of her old experience, Milia, who has now become a grandmother, has been ignited with passion for a long time.

"If this is true, it means that the 203rd Basic Fleet is controlled by a certain underground force."

"If this is true, what about your opinions?" He inexplicably turned his inquiring eyes to everyone.

"MACROSS swears to follow the general to the death." Ernest responded first.

"Fight. Although the temporary station is good now, if you are disturbed by someone on the journey, you must let out a sigh of relief. Otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable." Mark smiled, stood up, raised his hand and patted He Wuming's shoulder and said, "It's been decades. We haven't really fought side by side again in a long time."

"Yes! Then, fight?"
Chapter completed!