Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C123

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Chapter 123: Montgomery

Tang Fang watched as the three guards approached him, their steps deliberate and menacing. A strange sense of irony bubbled up inside him—life had a way of being theatrical. Here he was, the man who had helped them crush the Sea Falcon Commandos, obliterate the mixed fleet of submarines and ships, and rescue the alliance’s command structure. And yet now, here they were, pointing their weapons at the very person who’d saved them.

What was Montgomery thinking? Was this some kind of power play?

"Hmph." Before Tang Fang could even move, Arroz and Housen sprang into action. With swift precision, they closed the distance between themselves and the guards in an instant. In one fluid motion, they knocked the guns away from the guards' hands, grabbed two of them by their collars, and hurled them backward with explosive force.

Thud, thud. The sound echoed through the corridor as the two guards slammed against the wall, crumpling to the ground in a daze.

The third guard recovered quickly, raising his weapon to threaten them. But before he could act, Arroz ducked low and slid forward on one knee, tackling him around the waist and pinning him to the floor.

But just as the commotion unfolded, Isaac stepped forward, lightning-fast, drawing the Paladin M5 holstered at his side and leveling it directly at Tang Fang.

"Don’t move," Isaac barked, "Or I’ll put a bullet in him." His voice cut through the tension like steel.

Arroz and Housen froze mid-motion, but Tang Fang's gaze turned icy cold. "Isaac," he said evenly, "what exactly do you think you’re doing?"

"What am I doing?" Isaac sneered. "I’m ordering you and your men to leave. Now. Get out of here."

Before anyone could respond, another voice boomed down the hallway, thick with barely contained fury. It wasn’t Tang Fang or either of his companions—it belonged to a burly middle-aged man limping toward them. One leg was wrapped tightly in bandages, and his jaw twitched violently with every step, betraying his rage.

"You want someone to leave?" the man spat. "Then you get out."

Tang Fang glanced over, taking in the newcomer's imposing figure. Meanwhile, Isaac visibly stiffened, hastily holstering his weapon. "Uncle Montgomery," he stammered, "please let me explain—"

"There’s nothing to explain," Montgomery snapped. Ignoring the searing pain in his injured leg, he strode forward with determined strides. Without hesitation, he slapped Isaac hard across the face. The crack of flesh meeting flesh reverberated through the corridor.

"While everyone else is grieving for our fallen brothers, you’re here acting like a self-righteous fool!" Montgomery roared. "While soldiers dig through rubble with their bare hands to save the wounded, you point a gun at the man who saved us all. Isaac Mario, how dare you dishonor their sacrifice? When Wycliffe told me you were coming up here, I knew trouble was brewing. If I’d been even a minute later, God knows what disaster you might have caused. You’re useless when it comes to getting things done, but always quick to make a mess!"

Montgomery’s anger only grew. With a second slap—this one even harder—he sent Isaac stumbling back, collapsing onto the floor. Two livid red handprints bloomed on Isaac’s cheeks as he clutched his face, stunned.

"You hit me?" Isaac sputtered, incredulous. "You actually dared to hit me?"

Montgomery didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he took a deep breath, composing himself, and turned to Tang Fang. Extending a hand, he spoke with genuine remorse. "I am Montgomery, commander of the Northern Sunaru Alliance. I apologize deeply for the trouble my subordinate has caused you. This is entirely my fault, and I hope you won’t hold it against us."

Tang Fang studied the wound on Montgomery’s leg. The sudden exertion had reopened the injury, fresh blood soaking through the white gauze. Yet Montgomery’s eyes held no deception—only gratitude, respect, and perhaps a touch of guilt.

"Talosal," Tang Fang replied with a faint smile, shaking the offered hand. "It’s a pleasure to meet you."

"Commander…" A stern voice interrupted. "How many times must we remind you? You’re supposed to be resting; your injury needs care."

"Colonel… Your foot is badly hurt. Please don’t strain yourself further."

Just then, a small crowd appeared at the end of the hallway. Leading the group was a female medic bearing a red cross insignia on her shoulder, followed closely by Grant, Stivie, Shunette, and several others.

Montgomery glanced back, managing a wry smile. "We’ve weathered worse storms than this. A little scratch like this isn’t worth worrying about. Come, let’s talk inside." He gestured warmly, guiding Tang Fang toward the lounge.

With each step, more blood seeped through the bandages, and though Montgomery tried to hide it, his lips twitched ever so slightly with suppressed pain.

Tang Fang said nothing, his initial resentment fading. Instead, he felt a growing admiration for Montgomery. While the alliance certainly had its share of troublemakers like Isaac, the majority of its members were honorable, passionate individuals.

"You struck me!" Isaac shouted behind them, his voice laced with indignation. "I’ll report this to my father—I swear I will!"

Montgomery paused briefly but chose to ignore him, continuing onward. From the group catching up, a rugged man in his early thirties with a scar shaped like a cross over his left eye stepped forward. Without hesitation, he grabbed Isaac by the throat, lifting him off the ground, and drove a knee into his stomach with brutal efficiency.

"Isaac," the man growled, "I’ve tolerated your nonsense long enough. Let’s not forget: your father may be a great orator, a politician who rallied countless supporters to our cause and earned General Marion’s trust as chief advisor. But that doesn’t give you the right to strut around like you own the place. Those honors belong to him, not you."

"When we counterattacked the Sea Falcon Commandos earlier, those three men from Squad Two wouldn’t have been critically injured if you hadn’t disobeyed orders and acted recklessly. Colonel Montgomery has risked his life time and again for this resistance—he’s been gravely wounded multiple times, faced death seven times, and escaped ambushes five. And yet you stand here threatening him with childish words? Isaac, you’re not fit to call yourself a soldier—or a man."

With a final snarl, the man dropped Isaac unceremoniously to the floor and turned to follow Grant into the lounge.

"Who was that?" Tang Fang asked, already guessing the answer.

"That’s Anthony," Montgomery replied, a hint of pride in his tone. "Anthony Williams, captain of my personal guard unit."

"A real man," Tang Fang remarked approvingly, stepping into the room ahead of the others.

Once inside the lounge, Montgomery barely had time to steady himself before the medic pushed him onto a sofa. She wasted no time removing the blood-soaked bandages from his leg and replacing them with fresh ones. Her movements were efficient but perhaps a bit rougher than necessary—Montgomery winced, biting back a groan, his face turning an amusing shade of red. Tang Fang, Stivie, and the others couldn’t help but chuckle quietly.

As they talked, the full story came to light. Stivie, Grant, and the others had entered the underground bunker to brief Montgomery on the battle’s outcome and inform him that Tang Fang was resting upstairs. Montgomery had intended to go greet Tang Fang personally to express his gratitude, but his injured leg prevented him from doing so. Persuaded to send representatives instead, he’d planned to dispatch Anthony Williams, his trusted bodyguard. However, Anthony had been visiting injured troops in the infirmary, so Montgomery sent a subordinate officer to fetch him. Along the way, the officer encountered Isaac, who volunteered to take charge of retrieving Tang Fang.

Unfortunately, the officer assumed either man would suffice and returned to the bunker without verifying. Only later did Montgomery discover that Anthony hadn’t received the message, prompting him to seek out Wycliffe, the adjutant, who revealed that Isaac had taken the initiative. Knowing Isaac’s stubborn and jealous nature, Montgomery feared the worst and immediately rushed upstairs to intervene.

And intervene he did.

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