An Unscientific Mechanic

Everyone replaced Ian's Enterprise with Ian's Dawn Holy Sword II 400-meter heavy cruiser.

Of course, when it was decided to take this ship for a visit, the Dawn Holy Sword changed its painting from blue-gray actual combat painting to platinum-gold diplomatic ceremony style.

On the Holy Sword of Dawn, Ian found that his personal guards collided with the speaker's guard of Speaker Palpatine...

Both sides are carrying blasters for ceremonies, wearing red power armor, wearing red cloaks, wearing multifunctional helmets with Spartan characteristics, etc...

Picard and the others could only silently bite their handkerchiefs behind their backs. Although they and the others were out of low-level fun, the guard of honor would just let the security department make a guest appearance, but they were handsome. The flashy things like the guard of honor are just a legacy of the old era and can only waste resources, but they are handsome...

Looking at the four guards of honor on both sides of the red carpet, the guard of honor of the New United Army is somewhat similar to the guard of honor in France, solemn yet gorgeous. Not to mention the two flamboyant pure red guards of honor, my own guard of honor is a member of the security department wearing a red tights on the upper body and holding a phase rifle.

People are more dead than people...

Picard and the others looked normal. Then I saw the guard of honor in Cylas...

Your sister's imperial country has done such a face-saving project really well...

Yishui's long-legged uniform blond Yujie...

Mr. Picard, who is already in his eighties, is about to move...

The two blond-haired middle-aged handsome men first took the first step and held each other's hands tightly, taking care of the reporter's photo. The two were whispering all the way to the banquet hall.

"Does the Genogood sell it?"

"That is the crystallization of the highest technology in our country..."

"Can it be sold?"

"I need to pay extra, is the widest boat for sale?"

"That thing is a special ship. It can be customized but the price is not cheap."

"Look, so we have something to talk about, paying in Jenogood?"

"Don't make trouble, I want that thing purely for collecting. The cost of the supreme level is about 1.5 resource planets with a radius of 4000 kilometers, which can be built on my side or the Galactic Republic."

"As expected of a super-galactic civilization... Is the cost of the flagship calculated in terms of planets?"

"I mean, in order to build the Supreme, the Galactic Republic directly hollowed out two resource planets."

"Unbelievable..."

"The resources consumed in the construction of this special-purpose ship have always been astronomical." Ian shrugged.

"Then, let's take out two resource planets and customize one." Desla also shrugged his shoulders.

"Success." Ian was stunned for a moment, this outrageously low cost-effective thing, besides the rich people in the Galactic Republic, does anyone really want it?

In the subsequent banquets, the increasingly pragmatic Interstellar Federation showed great discomfort. The current Celestial Empire is obviously taking the route of aristocrats + **** and has abandoned the conventional economic and social system. It is completely different to embark on a communism-like society, where all the people take what they need and do what they can, and put an end to extravagance and waste.

At the banquet in Jiuchi Roulin, the scene of holding a wine glass, wearing a gorgeous dress, and talking among the crowd, for the people of the Interstellar Federation, is already a scene that can only be seen in historical materials.

Of course, apart from identity and venue, this is actually no different from picking up girls in nightclubs.

Look at the young Picard over there and the federal rookie James T. Kirk are already surrounded by a circle of noble girls.

"What did that guy over there say? Why don't you call her over?" In the corner, Ian pointed to the sky with his wine glass in his hand. "That queen-san seems to be called Stasha Iskandar?"

"Iskandar has chosen not to get involved in these mundane affairs." Desla shook the red wine in his hand.

"That's not good." Ian remembered that Iskandar on the other side was sending technology and a girl to help the earth.

"What's your opinion?" Desla said that I don't want to listen to this.

"Except for the lack of an invincible wave gun fleet, Milas is completely following the old path of Iskandar. As long as there is a suitable investment target, the one from Iskandar will probably stop investing." Ian curled his lips.

"Starsha once said..."

"Is she pretty?"

"...very beautiful." Desla glanced at Ian vigilantly. There is more than one spouse in front of this guy. According to the rumors collected by the intelligence department, Stasha may perfectly match the aesthetics of this guy, except for the breasts...

"History has taught us countless times that the more beautiful a woman is, the more deceitful she is." Ian squinted at President Desla. "But these are trivial matters. The most important thing is you, President Desla. Your character is too suitable for the tragic hero in the drama."

How can I be a tragic hero when I am a great commander? Desra's eyes clearly expressed his doubts.

"Look, a proud and cold-blooded elegant aristocrat, who used force to unify the empire in a state of civil war and became the president, surrounded by beautiful subordinates who have a crush on you, followed by a group of handsome and capable subordinates, and in front of him there is another adoring and The noble woman you love, who bears the life and death of an entire race... You have all the elements of a traditional tragic hero." Ian counted one by one.

"That's why I have to do it. For the future of the great Camillas, the sin of sacrificing so many people is a sin that I will bear forever." Ian tried to imitate the aria in the play.

"It's all done for you."

"To make the stars surrender, to bring salvation to this universe, for the one I love."

"..." Desla looked blankly at Ian, who was in the middle of a second. "You investigate me?"

"Didn't you check?" Ian moistened his throat with a sip of water.

"That's even." Desla Quan pretended not to hear those few lines that were too much Shakespeare's middle two lines. Although I said it before when I faced Stasha... "Also, I suggest you not to fight Iskandarism."

"I know, even though the queen is not doing anything here, Iskandar is still alive." Ian felt dizzy when he thought of the scout fleet's discovery in the Large Magellanic Cloud system. You Iskandar people are troublesome. There are billions of self-discipline warships sleeping in countless subspace bases, and then the living people don’t know where to go. Garlic on the side.

Sister, how many years have passed since the Iskandars bloodbathed the Large Magellanic Cloud and established the Iskandar Empire? What kind of pacifist are you pretending to be here...

"Huh?" Desra's hand stopped shaking the wine glass.

"I have always suspected that Iskandar's Armada can respond to the queen's call at any time." And this queen is also a master who can use psionic power.

Ian raised his head, his eyes spanned hundreds of thousands of kilometers, and met the eyes of Queen Stasha who was looking at this side.

"You say so, Her Majesty?"

Thanks to Qi Guo_Gongzi Jiang and book friend 2304 for the reward~