Chapter 876: The Mutiny on the Troop Transport
Chapter 876: The Mutiny on the Troop Transport
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Inside the troop transport ship, the Blue Star defectors were brimming with confusion, question marks popping up on their foreheads.
They had assumed the Skrulls were going to use the ship to transport them to other cities or assembly points.
But to their surprise, the ship shot straight up into the sky and plunged into the cosmos!
What was going on here?
Were the Skrulls planning to send them to another planet, or worse, dump them into space like garbage?
The idea of being sent to another planet was quickly dismissed as it seemed too absurd. That left only one possibility—the Skrulls intended to kill them all!
With this realization, the defectors could no longer sit still.
"Sending us into space? What's the meaning of this?"
"Are they going to throw us out into space like space junk?"
"Damn, we fell for the Skrulls' evil tricks!"
"We can't just sit here and wait to die. Who's with me to storm the cockpit?"
"Me, me, me!"
"Let's go, storm the cockpit! Even if we die, we'll take a few Skrull bastards with us!"
Like a spark tossed into a powder keg, the 500 defectors erupted into a riot. They stood up, shouting and yelling, some smashing anything within reach, while others banded together and charged toward the cockpit.
Chaos reigned supreme within the troop transport.
...
At this moment, Fegus stood up.
He gathered all his strength and shouted at the crowd, "Everyone, calm down! Don't panic, please listen to me!"
The crowd's frenzy subsided slightly at Fegus's loud shout, and many turned to look at him.
However, most of their gazes were not particularly friendly, as if to say, "Who the hell are you?"
Fegus was unfazed by these looks.
After a brief pause, he continued, "Please calm down. If the Skrulls truly intended to send us into space to dispose of us like garbage, why would they send Brandon here? I believe the Skrulls have no ill intentions. Mr. Brandon, please explain the situation!"
Under Fegus's guidance, the crowd turned their attention to Brandon, who was on a call at the front of the waiting room.
Seeing Brandon, the crowd's anger cooled slightly.
Fegus was right.
If the Skrulls truly wanted to dispose of them, there would be no reason to send Brandon. The Skrulls certainly wouldn't include Brandon in their disposal plans, would they?
Brandon was currently on a call.
On the other end of the line was a famous libertine countess from the Solar Empire.
Due to the differences between species, humans generally had no interest in Skrulls, and vice versa.
However, Countess Serene Solar had a penchant for the unusual and developed a strong interest in Brandon.
New to the situation, Brandon had no choice but to comply, spending over two weeks in her company.
When the mutiny erupted in the ship, Brandon had initially wanted to explain the situation to the defectors right away.
Unfortunately, he was on a call with the countess and couldn't hang up.
Now, with everyone's gaze fixed on him, he had no choice but to react.
"Sweetheart, can we talk later? I have something very important to handle here," Brandon said into his phone, his voice strained under the pressure of the crowd's scrutiny.
"Hmph, what could be more important than me?"
In the video call, the heavily made-up countess, who was already over 500 years old, pouted and whined.
"Of course... of course, you’re more important." Brandon forced a strained smile. "But this is a task the Emperor ordered. If I don’t complete it on time, you know what will happen to me."
"Emperor... Alright. But remember to come to my place once you’re done with this. I’ll be waiting for you."
"Sure, my dear, kiss kiss."
Under everyone’s gaze, Brandon made an extremely vulgar kissing gesture before hanging up the call.
The Blue Star defectors present all had a "Old Man, Subway, Phone.jpg" expression on their faces.
Apart from the few with peculiar tastes, no one from Blue Star would ever fancy a Skrull. The Skrulls’ sickly green skin, combined with the fiery red faces of the Solaryan royal lineage, made for a truly hideous combination.
Seeing Brandon flirt with such an ugly creature made everyone feel nauseous.
Brandon could tell from everyone’s expressions what they were thinking. Of course, they would look down on him.
Quickly changing the subject, he said, "Everyone, don’t get too worked up. I’ll explain everything… Figus, what exactly do I need to explain?"
Brandon’s mind momentarily froze, and he hurriedly turned to Figus for help.
Figus quickly replied, "The troop transport ship is already in space. Everyone is wondering if the Skrulls are going to dump us into space as space trash."
"Ha ha, that’s ridiculous!" Brandon laughed loudly.
He looked at everyone and said earnestly, "Pay attention, everyone. I swear on my honor that the Skrulls have no intention of treating you like trash! Just think about it—if the Skrulls were to dispose of all of you, wouldn’t all the propaganda we’ve been spreading on Blue Star be completely nullified? The pro-surrender faction on Blue Star is at its peak. If we were to eliminate them entirely, it would be like cutting off our own arm.
So please, everyone, stay calm and don’t let your emotions get the best of you."
Listening to Brandon’s passionate speech, the crowd in the ship’s cabin gradually calmed down.
Brandon was right. Recently, the Skrulls’ main focus on Blue Star had been propaganda, and it had been highly effective, forcing Blue Star’s internet to shut down.
The pro-surrender faction on Blue Star had reached its historical peak. In less than a day, a staggering 360,000 third-stage Blue Star defectors had fled to Skrull.
The Skrulls had no reason to treat them like trash. After all, they were the first to surrender, and they had some value, no matter what.
"Brandon, what about this ship? Don’t tell me it’s going to transport us to another planet," a defector in the crowd loudly questioned.
"To be honest," Brandon cleared his throat and explained, "you may not know this, but the job market on Skrull is already saturated.
"Low-end jobs, like truck drivers and factory workers, have been completely replaced by robots. High-end jobs are being closely watched by every Skrull citizen, and there’s no way to accommodate 360,000 Blue Star humans at once.
"And I’m sure, as third-stage cultivators, you wouldn’t be content with low-end jobs and meager salaries, right?"
"Fair enough." The people present nodded in agreement.
After all, they were third-stage cultivators, each capable of withstanding bullets. They definitely wanted to find respectable jobs and live decent lives on Skrull, and that was understandable.
(End of Chapter)
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