The Glutton Wolf Clan member, wearing a worn-out combat suit, staggered and sat in the corridor, emitting occasional pained "hissing" sounds from its slender, protruding mouth.
Buzz—
The metal door at the end of the corridor opened, and a hulking figure stepped out, clad in heavy, mottled combat armor, with dense brown-black fur on the face and eyes that glinted a chilling green.
Upon seeing the scene in the corridor, he couldn't help but curse: "A bunch of useless fools, stand up quickly; the warship just shook a little and you're like this."
Wherever he passed, those lying on the ground quickly scrambled to their feet.
"Damn it, what's going on, why did we suddenly drop out of warp state?" He pushed open the door to the cockpit and asked in a muffled voice, "Did we encounter those inspectors?"
"Boss..." Someone quickly stood and responded, "It's not the inspectors, it seems we've encountered some kind of severe gravitational interference that pulled us out of warp state."
