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Chapter 190:

In the northwest and southwest regions, surviving guerrilla units joined forces with rebellious laborers and launched an offensive toward . With the governor dead and morale shattered, the remnants of were riddled with self-serving agendas, each plotting their escape from rather than preparing for battle. The remaining forces of the second, third, and fourth legions crumbled under the pressure, retreating in disarray as they fled across the land.

, once a bustling metropolis, had transformed into a ghost town overnight. Streets that were once teeming with life now lay deserted, save for the occasional panicked citizen scurrying through empty avenues. Shops were shuttered, markets closed, and the city’s elite scrambled to board transport shuttles at the spaceport, fleeing the chaos. Those who remained locked themselves indoors, too afraid to venture outside. Looting and vandalism became commonplace; police officers vanished, government offices closed their doors, and the streets descended into squalor—littered with debris, rotting food, broken glass, abandoned pets, and worse.

In just one day, the capital city, once orderly and pristine, had become a crumbling fortress on the brink of collapse. News of Aldrich’s death and the defense force’s downfall reached , the ambitious overseer of Hatto Spaceport. Sensing his moment had come, he prepared to step onto the stage and seize control of the situation.

On the third day, Ramsden ordered his cruiser fleet to ready for action while activating Hatto Spaceport’s massive plasma cannons, targeting the rebel base in the Arctic. To him, orbital weaponry made planetary armies seem like fragile toys. But reality delivered a harsh slap in the face—a lesson so brutal it left General Ramsden reeling.

During the charging process of the , a module within the malfunctioned. Unstable particle streams breached the magnetic field, damaging the accelerator and triggering a chain reaction of explosions. Flames engulfed the weapons defense platform attached to Hatto Spaceport and threatened to spread toward the starport docks. Faced with disaster, Ramsden reluctantly severed the connection to the defense platform and redirected his troops to firefighting efforts.

What happened next caught him completely off guard. A faction of soldiers stationed at the starport mutinied, seizing key facilities and opening access routes between the military and civilian ports. Under cover of this confusion, a large contingent of rebels disguised as refugees and traders poured into the area, launching a relentless assault on the command center.

Caught off balance, the crumbled before the advancing tide of insurgents. Ramsden himself fled in haste, believing that boarding his flagship would secure his safety. Against the might of his cruiser fleet, he reasoned, the rebels would be sitting ducks—perhaps dangerous for a time, but ultimately doomed. His plan was logical, swift, and initially successful. Alongside a significant portion of the garrison, he boarded vessels docked at the port.

The smoothness of the operation owed much to the intervention of a cruiser squadron tasked with routine patrols, which rushed back to assist. However, what Ramsden didn’t realize was that every move he made fell neatly into ’s hands. Severing ties with the orbital defense platform, evacuating to the ships, recalling the cruiser squadron—all these actions aligned perfectly with Marion’s strategy.

Just as Ramsden commanded the fleet to detach from the docking clamps, a ragtag armada emerged from the void nearby, striking the patrolling cruiser squadron with lightning speed. Though composed of outdated vessels—its largest ship a mere battleship-class—the makeshift fleet easily overwhelmed the cruisers.

Within moments, the squadron was annihilated. Most of the ships still moored at the docks found themselves staring down the barrels of the enemy fleet’s guns. When Ramsden’s flagship, , attempted to break free using its superior mobility, a volley from several reduced it to a wreck.

Thus ended Ramsden Adams’ grand ambitions, following closely in Aldrich’s footsteps. Perhaps fate had smiled upon them both—two lifelong rivals destined never to outlive the other. Without one, the other would surely have felt lonely.

That evening, , accompanied by Marion, Virginia, Claire, and others, departed the missile base aboard a shuttle bound for Hatto Spaceport. By then, the mop-up operation against the remaining garrison forces had concluded. Lieutenant General , Marion’s deputy and the vice-commander of the resistance, awaited them at the entrance with a cadre of fleet officers.

Unlike the unkempt Marion, Nord was a meticulous man of impeccable grooming. He maintained youthful-looking skin despite nearing sixty, likely aided by skincare products. Notably, unlike many people of his age—and particularly unlike Marion—he sported no beard, opting instead for a clean-shaven look. A faint scent of mugwort wafted from him, complementing his immaculate uniform and lending him an air of refined elegance.

“Is there always a dapper adjutant lurking around every scruffy old commander?” Tang Fang mused, reminded of from . He glanced at himself, then at Arroz and Housen, feeling a pang of irony—they looked rougher than he did.

After exchanging pleasantries, Nord led the group to a reception hall within the starport. Through the windows, illuminated by searchlights, rows of docked warships stretched before them.

“So,” Tang Fang said, turning to Marion, “can we talk about the fleet now?”

Marion joined him, gazing out at the array of ships. A nostalgic expression crossed his face. “This fleet consists of 389 vessels in total. Seventy-eight are relics from Garcia’s uprising, while the rest were either provided by the Charles Federation or seized from the Empire.”

“Like those ones over there?” Tang Fang nodded toward the docked nearby.

Marion chuckled. “You think I fought Aldrich’s ground forces just for fun? Their discord gave us the opportunity to divide and conquer, securing the spaceport and claiming these ships.”

“You’re quite the schemer, aren’t you?” Tang Fang remarked dryly. “The Charles Federation uses you, but you’re no stranger to leveraging them either.”

Marion sighed. “Our path is fraught with peril. The is but a small force struggling to survive. We can’t rely entirely on the Charles Federation. Dignity and freedom must be earned—not begged for. Only by balancing their support with resources taken from the Empire can we grow stronger and eventually overthrow Colcrav I’s tyranny.”

Tang Fang understood everything clearly now. Marion’s true objective wasn’t merely Krotan’s manpower, technology, or wealth—it was Ramsden’s fleet stationed at the spaceport. The cruiser fleet numbered around 300 ships, formidable when paired with orbital defenses. Marion exploited Aldrich and Ramsden’s animosity, executing a multi-layered plan.

Had 's fleets attacked, Aldrich and Ramsden might have set aside differences to defend their posts. But against mere rebels? They saw only a rabble. Aldrich wouldn’t stoop to ask Ramsden for help, and Ramsden relished watching his rival fail—even die—before stepping in to claim glory.

Marion’s brilliance lay in exploiting their psychology. First, he laid low, allowing rebellion to sweep Krotan. Once Aldrich’s forces were cornered, Ramsden predictably stepped forward. Whether his fleet left the spaceport or activated the plasma cannons, Marion’s hidden pieces moved into place, delivering a devastating blow. With the Garcia Resistance fleet striking from hiding, Ramsden’s forces faltered and collapsed.

Each step interlocked seamlessly—a testament to Marion’s meticulous planning. If there was a flaw, it was Gabrilles’ presence—an uncontrollable variable.

“What’s your next move?” Tang Fang asked after a pause. “Surely the Empire won’t sit idly by, and isn’t known for letting things slide.”

“We’ll consolidate the fleet, recruit , gather resources, and leave this star system. Our journey continues—we’ll seek new targets among the stars.”

Tang Fang frowned slightly. “Won’t Arroz killing Gabrilles cause trouble for the fleet?”

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