Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C91

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Thankfully, the Epsilon spacecraft was equipped with top-notch security measures. From the ceiling, glowing crystal panels blossomed open like flowers, revealing retractable fire-suppression nozzles. With a hissing sound, thick plumes of white mist erupted, dousing the scattered flames almost instantly. Slowly, the shuttle stabilized.

As the steam dissipated, Arroz stormed over to Housen, grabbed him by the shoulders, and with a swift maneuver—twisting his leg behind Housen’s—he sent the reckless fool crashing to the floor with a loud thud.

"Housen, can’t you use your damn brain before doing something this stupid? This is an Epsilon shuttle! If it breaks, no one’s fixing it—not even the gods themselves."

Housen squirmed, trying to get up, but Arroz pinned him down firmly, leaving him flailing like an overturned turtle.

"You’ve had your revenge, sure, but now the shuttle’s dead in space, reduced to a floating hunk of junk. Do you realize what that means? We’re all going to starve out here!"

"Arroz, let me up first," Housen pleaded.

"Let you up? What if you lose your mind again and pull another stunt like this?"

"Damn it, get off me! I know exactly what I’m doing."

"Do you ever think before acting? Do you?"

"A bet. You game?"

"What kind of bet?"

"I’ll bet you my life—I just saved yours."

"You?"

"Scared?"

"Scared? Ha! What’s the wager?"

"If I win, you owe me a drink when we hit the ground—no excuses. Any way you want to pay, you will. If I lose, I’m your grandson for life."

"If I had a grandson like you, I’d have dropped dead from frustration years ago." Despite his grumbling, Arroz released his grip, allowing Housen to stand.

"Hmph, we’ll see about that." Housen flipped up his visor and flashed a grin so ugly it could curdle milk, then turned and strode toward the cockpit. Arroz didn’t bother responding, choosing instead to follow silently behind.

Inside the cockpit, warning lights spun rapidly, accompanied by a relentless beeping rhythm. Tang Fang remained slumped in the pilot’s seat, motionless save for the faint rise and fall of his chest—a small sign he was still alive.

Housen entered first, followed closely by Arroz. The former shifted slightly to make room, then raised his arm, pointing out the viewport. "Arroz, looks like you’ve lost this round."

Arroz glanced outside, and his face transformed in an instant, shifting through emotions faster than a Picasso painting. Was it joy? Sadness? Something else entirely?

Out the window, a cerulean planet loomed larger and larger, its atmosphere reflecting arcs of silvery-white light as the star’s rays danced across the clouds.

Gulping audibly, Arroz turned to stare at Housen, whose smug expression resembled someone holding all four twos and the jokers in a card game but deliberately playing them one at a time just to irritate their opponent. It was infuriating.

For once, the usually careless and impulsive Housen had actually thought things through. Suppressing his irritation, Arroz decided to ignore him and focused instead on the approaching blue planet, which bore a striking resemblance to Earth.

Reflecting on Housen’s earlier actions, Arroz finally understood. By destroying the auxiliary engines on the left wing, Housen had caused the left thruster to fail, destabilizing the craft and altering its trajectory. Then, using calculations from his powered armor’s microprocessor, he timed the destruction of the right auxiliary engine and finally the main engine, rendering the propulsion system useless. The shuttle, now coasting at a steady drift, was heading straight for the planet below.

Orbiting the terrestrial planet were spaceports, while oceans and an atmosphere suggested human habitation. Arroz couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly Housen had pieced everything together. He’d underestimated the guy before, but not anymore.

"Hey, old man, don’t try backing out of this deal. Once we land, I don’t care if you have to rob or steal, but you’re buying me that drink." Housen, noticing Arroz’s distraction, couldn’t resist gloating.

The shuttle was moving fast now, already nearing Planet Krotan’s atmosphere. Turbulent air currents battered the craft, causing violent tremors. Housen braced himself against the corner, while Arroz clung tightly to Tang Fang, doing his best to shield both of them from the relentless impacts.

Unlike human ships, there were no fiery streaks or blazing trails—only streams of silvery light tracing arcs of pale blue across the sky.

"Housen, getting you that drink isn’t the issue. The real question is: how are we landing? At this rate, we’re going to crash headfirst into the surface. Tell me, do you honestly think any of us will survive that?"

Cowering in the corner, Housen’s face paled slightly. His eyes darted nervously, betraying the guilt of a child caught red-handed. "This is an Epsilon shuttle. Their tech is advanced; they must have some kind of emergency landing system. They have to… God help us if they don’t."

Arroz nearly spat blood onto the data console. Red warning lights blinked furiously across the control panel, unmistakably signaling imminent disaster.

"Housen, I thought you’d finally had a moment of clarity. Turns out you’re still the same blockhead."

"Arroz, spare me the hindsight lectures. Complaining won’t fix anything," Housen shot back defiantly.

By now, the shuttle had entered the stratosphere. Outside, silver-white currents swirled against the windows, breaking apart into countless wisps that dispersed in every direction.

The shaking grew worse, and the crimson glow of the warning lights illuminated their pale faces, making them look ghostly.

In the blink of an eye, the shuttle pierced through the troposphere, bursting past massive clouds that exploded against the cockpit windows. Though the ship’s material prevented visible flames, neither doubted that stepping outside now would result in a fate far worse than being incinerated by a star.

"Hallelujah…" came Housen’s muttered prayer from somewhere behind.

"Hallelujah? Not even Mother Mary can save us now, you fool," Arroz muttered, licking his dry lips.

Before he could finish, a flash of green light signaled their exit from the troposphere. The shuttle entered the inner skies of Planet Krotan, and the turbulence began to ease. Housen struggled to his feet, peering out the window—and froze.

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