Chapter 10: Induction Has Been Revealed (Please Read! Please Collect!)

Robert IV geostationary orbit, ‘Rich’ Spaceport.

As the only civilian throughput port and orbital elevator on this agricultural planet.

Every day, a large number of containers loaded with cash crops, meat, and livestock by-products are launched up through the orbital elevator and loaded into the cargo ships parked in the spaceport.

August in the cosmic standard time is the harvest season on Robert IV.

It is also the busiest period of time for the ‘Rich’ Spaceport.

If someone can stay in the space near the Rich Port at this time, they can see dense cargo ships sliding out of various exits of the spaceport.

Their tail light gradually changes from dark red to blue, which is a symbol of the continuous improvement of the power of the plasma propulsion array.

After adjusting the orbit and attitude, the cargo ships leaving the airport gradually gather together like a school of fish in the deep sea.

They will follow a fixed orbit, and with the help of Robert IV's rotation, they will continue to accelerate and eventually reach the speed required to escape the gravity of the planet.

After that, they will be diverted to different directions again.

A small number of ships will use gravity slingshots to go to other planets in the galaxy or neighboring galaxies.

If they are not in this border galaxy, but in a more prosperous galaxy.

The voyage time can be further shortened through the super-large mass accelerator built by the Federation.

In addition to these short-distance ships, most ships will sail to the large jump drive array in deep space, and after waiting in line, they will be sent to other galaxies.

And the big guys in the fleet - giant cargo ships equipped with jump engines, will directly start the engine and enter the subspace after entering a safe distance.

For this important scientific and technological achievement that promotes human development, the ruling class of major human forces has very strict control over it.

Even though it has been carried on all military ships, it is still relatively rare for civilian cargo ships.

Civilian ships are more likely to use large jump drive arrays built by major forces to travel across galaxies.

At present, in this endless fleet, a fleet of 50-meter-class transport boats are constantly shuttling among them.

These transport boats belonging to Robert IV Customs will board the ship for the final inspection during the acceleration process of the spacecraft.

The patrol boat numbered LHJ-117, under the control of the driver, lightly passed through this large group of "fish schools".

Finally, it docked on a cyan-painted Fox-class cargo spacecraft.

As the airtight door slowly opened, the first thing the customs staff responsible for boarding and checking saw was the captain who was rubbing his hands with a flattering smile on his face.

"Ship number 6277, Mithril."

"Now for customs boarding inspection."

"Please open the shipborne terminal interface, we need to access it."

The expressionless customs staff ignored the captain's smirk and walked into the cabin without looking back.

One of the staff members directly found the fast passage inside the cargo spacecraft.

After jumping into the zero-gravity area, he held the handles on the transmission tracks on both sides and "floated" towards the direction of the cockpit.

He will be responsible for accessing the terminal of this ship and checking the original documents of the navigation log and cargo list in the terminal to see if they meet the regulations.

The other staff members, led by the captain, went to the cargo hold at the rear of the spacecraft.

"Captain Ramos, I have been running this route for almost ten years. We are old acquaintances. Do we still need to be so strict? Hehe."

The captain, with a wrinkled face, handed a pack of cigarettes to the customs leaders calmly.

These are truly hand-rolled cigarettes, which are rare for the staff who stay in Port of Plenty all year round and rarely go to the ground.

The middle-aged man called Captain Ramos skillfully took the cigarette and put it in the pocket of his uniform.

However, his expression remained unchanged, and his speed to the cargo hold did not slow down at all.

"Routine inspection is routine inspection, this is the rule."

"Don't think that just because you are familiar with me, I will lower the inspection standards for you."

The captain, who was half a body behind, looked at the guy in front of him who was taking bribes and not doing anything, and cursed him countless times in his heart.

However, he still put on a smile and followed behind honestly.

This kind of routine inspection is very fast. For the dozens of composite warehouses inside the Mithril, it is just a random inspection.

After all, the port's throughput during this period is too large, and the customs stationed in the Port of Plenty is almost overwhelmed.

Soon, after the inspection was completed and no abnormalities were found, Ramos prepared to withdraw the team and go to the next ship.

Just as he was about to open the last warehouse for inspection, the captain who had always been very cooperative suddenly blocked him.

"Captain Ramos, I just want to ask, are you done with the inspection?"

Looking at the guy in front of him, Ramos frowned and said unhappily:

"Get out of the way! This is the last one, leave after the inspection."

"Don't, I see that everyone has worked hard, and there are still many ships waiting for you to check."

The captain still blocked the door of the warehouse, with no intention of getting out of the way.

His uncooperative behavior made Captain Ramos a little angry.

The captain of the customs inspection team, who has been in the Port of Plenty for many years and has taught countless captains a lesson, immediately drew out the electric shock gun from his waist.

But the next second, the LED sheet handed to him by the captain stopped his action.

The LED sheet simply said "Special cargo from Yasin Base, the inspectors will release it immediately".

But the signature and electronic seal of Commander Adam made the LED sheet seem to weigh a thousand pounds.

After hesitating for a moment, Captain Ramos finally sighed and put the stun gun back into the holster.

"Forget it, let's go."

The customs inspectors quickly returned to the transport boat and undocking with the Mithril.

Looking at the cargo ship entering the "school of fish" outside the porthole, Captain Ramos was unwilling but helpless.

If it was in the core star circle of the Federation, the customs under the planetary administrative center could still compete with the military.

But this is the border, and having a gun in hand is more useful than anything else.

Even the chief executive of Robert IV, the chief executive of his chief, had to smile at Commander Adam.

I am just a small customs inspector, so I should not cause trouble.

"This plague god is finally sent away."

In the cockpit of the Mithril, the captain with wrinkled face no longer had the playful smile just now.

Instead, he had a serious expression.

He raised his wrist to look at the personal terminal screen above. The cosmic standard time in the upper right corner has come to 14:15 on August 17.

"Fortunately, it didn't delay too much time."

"Continue to act according to the plan and abandon the No. 42 cargo hold in 1 hour!"

"Yes, Captain!"

August 17, 15:15 on the cosmic standard time.

Container No. 42 "accidentally" detached from the Mithril.

After detecting foreign objects that hindered the navigation of the ship on the channel, a small engineering boat rushed over.

After urgently contacting the surrounding cargo ships passing by, but not finding the owner.

Several carbon fiber cables with electromagnetic hooks were ejected from the small engineering boat to control the rolling container.

Then, the small engineering boat followed the standard process of "Channel Clearing Operation" and dragged the container towards the direction of Port of Plenty.

August 17, 15:30, Cosmic Standard Time.

Star Dragon Empire Border System, Imperial Royal Navy Eighth Expeditionary Strike Group.

The flagship in the center of the fleet, the third ship of the Requiem-class battleship, the bridge of the "Dawn Sword".

The commander of the strike group who had been waiting for a long time, Vice Admiral of the Imperial Royal Navy, Marquis Learmann von Ascania, finally heard the news he had been waiting for.

"General, we have captured the signal of an induction beacon!"

"The signal characteristics are exactly the same as those provided in the intelligence!"