"That's great! We finally wiped out the Speed Element zombies here!"
"Lysander, not bad, kid. We really have you to thank for this one."
Everyone turned, cheering, and walked toward the supply vehicle on the side.
The glory of slaying the Speed Element zombies belongs to the living.
No one gave another glance at the mangled corpses.
And it seemed everyone was already used to it.
"I hear the Vornholt here used to be a grain cooperative. It has all sorts of supplies, and grain is the most precious resource of all!"
"Those supplies should be ours. Why should Drakonia have so many resources?"
"Have the Space Superpower Users get ready. Remember to protect them well. We can't have any screw-ups at the last minute."
"Yes, sir!"
Meanwhile, in the monitoring room, Nina Jacobs also gave a command, having Gordon translate for her sentence by sentence.
Gordon's tone was mechanical, but he translated everything he heard nonetheless.
'The last minute?'
Nina Jacobs smiled.
