Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C101

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"At this point, there’s no reason to hide it anymore," Grant said, glancing at the handful of comrades left behind him. "To the south lies a mighty river that flows directly into the East Sea—the Sunaru River. The Northern Sunaru Alliance is a coalition of anti-government forces operating in the northern regions of the Sunaru River."

"Ah," Tang Fang nodded, finally understanding. No wonder Grant’s small band of barely a hundred men dared to challenge the Krotan government army—they had powerful backing.

"And is there also a Southern Sunaru Alliance?"

"Yes," Grant replied, reading something in Tang Fang's eyes. "You guessed correctly. We’re part of the Garcia Resistance."

"That explains everything," Tang Fang murmured. Now it all made sense. A resistance group bold enough to oppose the Empire, one with deep roots and strong backing, could only be the infamous Garcia Resistance within the Empire’s borders.

"But who leads your faction? Is it Bill Carter, Kris Sujad, Payne, Miki Hyuga—or someone else entirely?"

Grant paused, taking a deep breath before answering, "It’s Marion Duncan."

"Oh?" At the mention of the name, Tang Fang recalled the rugged man depicted on the Empire’s wanted posters—a burly figure sporting a thick beard.

According to official Imperial records, Marion Duncan was the eldest of the twelve leaders of the Garcia Resistance, nearing seventy years old. But considering humanity’s average lifespan of 125 years, seventy wasn’t particularly advanced age—it was more like middle-aged. Over two decades of leading rebellions, Duncan often portrayed himself through various channels as a fearless warrior infused with Viking spirit, claiming bravery and tenacity were etched into his very soul.

However, according to the Empire, Duncan was nothing more than a cunning fraud—a master manipulator whose real talents lay in stirring unrest, brainwashing followers, and orchestrating conspiracies. His military expertise? Lackluster at best. While his bushy beard might suggest toughness, his tactics favored defensive warfare, leveraging terrain and environmental advantages to wear down opponents slowly. He was the epitome of a shrewd, ruthless commander.

Of course, these were the Empire’s words. To the rebels, Marion Duncan was a symbol of compassion and benevolence—kind to subordinates, merciful to prisoners, and careful to avoid civilian casualties whenever possible.

As for which version of the truth held water, Tang Fang didn’t care. Whether Duncan was good or evil mattered little to him. His decision to ally with Grant stemmed partly from respect for the man’s courage and partly from necessity.

The crash of the Epsilon shuttle had derailed their plans to return to Rector and retrieve Tang Lin and Tang Yun. Breaking out of their current predicament required acquiring another spacecraft. Where to get one? Robbing the military? None of them knew much about Planet Krotan. Where were the spaceports? What defenses existed? Vulnerabilities? All unknowns.

When Monroe returned to the bar earlier, reporting that they’d walked into a military ambush, Tang Fang had already suspected their identities. If they belonged to the Garcia Resistance, even better—they owed him their lives. Securing a spacecraft shouldn’t be too difficult. And if not, perhaps they could still provide useful intel.

Since Grant had been forthright, Tang Fang saw no harm in revealing his intentions. Smiling faintly, he said, "To be honest, our ship crashed here due to engine failure. If it’s convenient, I’d like to ask for your help."

"You want a spaceship?" Grant was sharp; he understood immediately.

"Precisely," Tang Fang nodded. "Nothing extravagant—a simple shuttlecraft will suffice. Given your resources, I imagine this won’t pose much difficulty."

Grant pondered for a moment, his eyes flicking between Arroz and Housen. "May I ask—who exactly are you three?"

Tang Fang’s brow furrowed slightly, but Arroz, without looking up, simply replied, "Mercenaries," while casually writing a string of characters in spilled liquor on the table before Grant.

The gleam in Grant’s eyes grew brighter, eventually locking onto Arroz’s face.

"Rest assured—we’re enemies of the military. As the saying goes, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' Surely you’re familiar with that concept."

"Phew…" Grant exhaled heavily, his gaze sweeping over the trio once more. This time, his expression carried newfound admiration.

"Leave the shuttle matter to me," he said confidently. Then, with a shift in tone, added, "But unfortunately, it won’t be possible right now."

"Why not?" Housen grumbled.

"The only person in the northern Sunaru region capable of contacting Marshal Marion directly is Colonel Montgomery, the overall commander of the alliance forces. But something seems to have gone wrong at the munitions factory—they’ve suddenly lost communication."

"It’s a neutron bomb—I’m sure of it!" Little Sam squirmed under Monroe’s grip. "Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on. I heard everything you said."

Grant frowned, letting out another sigh. "Sam, calm down. There are many reasons communications could fail—it’s not necessarily a neutron bomb."

"A neutron bomb? What’s going on?" Tang Fang’s expression darkened. The military truly was desperate, resorting to nuclear weapons. How dire must the situation on Planet Krotan be for them to take such drastic measures?

"You misunderstand," Grant interjected, sensing Tang Fang’s thoughts. "The ‘neutron bomb’ Sam mentioned isn’t a conventional neutron bomb. It’s a scaled-down version of a nuclear weapon, with yields ranging from just 2 to 20 tons. The concentration of radioactive neutrons is heavily diluted. These shells are only 30mm in size—slightly smaller than standard grenades. Typically, their neutron radiation radius extends about 100 meters, but because the radiation levels are minimal, unless someone is within the absolute lethal zone—a mere 5-meter diameter around the blast—they’ll only lose combat effectiveness temporarily, not die outright."

"I see," Tang Fang murmured thoughtfully. "So, the hijacking operation you conducted earlier… its target was these ‘neutron bombs,’ correct?"

"More or less," Grant confirmed. "Reliable intelligence indicates that the Krotan military plans to use these modified neutron bombs carried by their elite unit, the Heavy Armor Warriors, to launch a surprise attack on the munitions factory controlled by the Northern Sunaru Alliance. Their goal is to cripple us without destroying the expensive equipment housed there."

"Heavy Armor Warriors?"

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