Chapter 340 Atmospheric Projection
"Looks like the Federation fleet is waiting to see our joke?"
At the captain's seat of the Hermes, Cliffs looked at the patrol fleet that was 'watching' in the distance and said.
Although the nearby federal navy fleet allowed their passage and follow-up operations, many patrol fleets were still mobilized to monitor the surrounding area.
Although the courses of these warships are different, their axes are all facing the Atlas Fleet - this is a typical armed alert state. In the event of an emergency, these warships can fire directly.
On the virtual screen next to the captain's seat, a screen of the Ares' bridge was being projected. Randall, the deputy commander of the Atlas fleet, was holding a bag of black tea with a straw in his mouth. Suck.
After hearing his junior brother's words, the former federal navy lieutenant commander who volunteered to be transferred to the second command also glanced at the federal fleet in the distance.
"Isn't it? Although the top federal officials issued a statement, welcoming us to carry out 'humanitarian aid' missions to show the so-called 'brilliance of humanity', it is not so beautiful when it comes to implementation at the grassroots level. The other party is probably afraid now We interfere with their operations."
"It's understandable. After all, they are performing combat missions in a hostile area. If it were me, I would treat them so coldly."
After a pause, Cliffs looked at Randall with a relaxed look on his face and couldn't help but continue:
"Colonel, I always feel that you voluntarily transferred to become the second commander of the fleet just to fish under my command."
"No, no, no, don't say that." Randall turned to look at the screen.
"I think I'm not as good as you when it comes to fleet command, so it's better for this key position to be filled by professionals like you, don't you think so Amber?"
"No, just tell me why you brought me with you."
On the additional seat to the right of the captain's seat of the Hermes, Amber, who was wearing an eye mask to catch up on her sleep, sat up helplessly.
Since this operation is the one that attracts the most attention and is also the largest scale at Atlas currently, as the person in charge of the group, he finally chose to take charge personally.
He also made plans to jump off the orbit at any time to provide support - although in the eyes of a group of old people in Atlas, this plan was just an excuse for Amber's 'itchy' hands.
Although the physical fitness of psykers is much higher than that of ordinary people, Amber, who has had a lot of work recently, is still a little tired both physically and mentally, so he also takes the time during the fleet jump. Get some sleep and rest.
"If according to what Colonel Randall said, I think Boss is actually better than me at fleet command, then wouldn't it be better to let Boss personally conduct the command?"
Hearing Randall's words, Cliffs also laughed and joked.
"If I take command of the fleet, you two will jump from the orbit to put out the fire on my behalf?" Amber said angrily.
"No, no, it's hurting your body." Randall on the screen waved his hands repeatedly.
"We don't have the perverted physiques of you 'animals' who can just sit on the HCP and jump down."
"Yes, Boss, I heard from some people in the HCP squadron that you were the one who jumped with them in their recent orbital airborne training?"
Cliffs, who was sitting on the side, asked, while taking out a pack of Tetra Pak black tea from the storage box at the captain's seat and handing it to Amber.
"I didn't participate in the whole process. Those few times, the HCP squadron happened to be airborne in conjunction with the 'Hive', so I participated and took a look at the testing of the 'Hive'."
Amber said as she took the black tea handed over by Cliffs, opened it and took a sip.
"By the way, you guys from the federal navy like to drink black tea on the battlefield?"
"It's an old tradition. It is said to have been handed down by the command system of the Naval Academy. It can be traced back to an ancient country called 'Britannia' during the Blue Star period."
Upon hearing this name, Amber almost spit out the black tea in her mouth.
He knew that the setting of "Star Sky OL" was at the level of "stitch monsters", but he never expected that so many things would be sewn into it.
Just as he was about to discuss with Cleeves in depth whether there had ever been rumors of the assassination of the 99th emperor in this country called Britannia, the voice of the shipboard controller suddenly rang.
"Please note that the transport ship squadron responsible for the launch operation has entered the predetermined track and is expected to start operations in 30 minutes.
"Ten synthetic battalions responsible for preliminary security work are gradually entering the deployment bays of each ship, waiting for release."
"The first batch of airdropped supply boxes and ten groups of 'hives' have been prepared in the deployment bays of each ship."
"After the 'Hive' completes the construction of the basic camp, subsequent staff and materials will be transported via air and space transport aircraft."
After finishing talking about the next deployment arrangements, the shipboard controller personality on the Hermes, who looked somewhat similar to Lilith, turned to look at Amber.
"Boss, do you want to start the preliminary 'preparatory work' immediately?"
"If there are no special circumstances during the mission, everything will be based on the fleet commander's order and this will be written into the underlying operating principles."
"Understood, writing."
The eyes of the shipboard controller flashed, and something like a digital waterfall flowed between her eyes.
After a moment, the shipboard controller looked at Cliffs, and then asked the question again.
"Let's start executing."
"As commanded."
The figure of the shipboard controller disappeared, and Cliffs turned to look at Amber and said at the same time:
"Boss, it's actually the same if you give the order directly. You don't need to make such a clear distinction."
"No, it's better to be more rigorous on the battlefield and divide the responsibilities clearly. You are the fleet commander. These things should be decided by you. Unless you are really confused, I should not have any say in your decision-making. If there is any interference, our command system will be in chaos in the future.”
Amber paused, thinking of an old friend involuntarily, and then continued jokingly:
"I believe that when the ground troops are fighting, they don't want to receive a heaven-to-ground communication from me and then issue an order like 'Move the machine gun position 50 meters to the left', right?"
"Hahaha, that's true."
“As Atlas grows larger and larger, due to the special nature of our company, I estimate that we will inevitably face various armed conflicts in the future.
And since I am only one person, it is impossible to participate in the command of every battle, so I also hope to cultivate the ‘subjective initiative’ of commanders at all levels from now on.”
While Amber and Cleeves were chatting about the future plans for Atlas' command level, under the control of the Hermes' shipboard control personality, orders from the flagship were quickly conveyed to each ship.
Soon, ten destroyers lowered their orbits and came to the sky above the ten planned airdrop zones.
A hatch on the bottom deck of the battleship opened, and a device like a super-large searchlight was pushed out.
As the destroyer's altitude further decreased, these special equipment developed based on 'atmospheric projection technology' also began to work.
‘Atmospheric projection technology’, a technology often used to add a festive atmosphere during holidays, has a new trick in Atlas’ hands this time.
The warring parties and civilians in the surrounding areas of the ten planned airdrop zones stopped what they were doing and raised their heads.
Above their heads, on this curtain called "Sky", a huge red cross sign and the Atlas LOGO appeared slowly, as if drawn by a pair of invisible hands.