With the entire escort of an A-class fleet, the President Ship was heading for Capital Hydefield of the Feiyang Republic.
For the people on board, drifting in the boundless universe for a full two days was boring enough to be painful. Still, compared to wartime it was much better: at least on this kind of trip you could drink a bit, chat, play cards in the living area, and watch TV programs through the accompanying electronic ships or the omnipresent signal projectors along domestic routes.
War Fire was still burning in every human city. Every TV channel was running war news.
