"No buts. Space is unstable right now, so starship travel and teleportation are both unsafe. Where could you even send me? The most important thing is to understand the situation first. I'll adapt as needed," Ning Xuan said, pinching Lan Xin's cheek.
"Yes, Master. Put on this protective suit and be sure to stay close to me." Lan Xin knew Ning Xuan was right. He handed her a light-blue protective suit and invited her to come along; it was more reassuring to have her by his side.
The suit Lan Xin handed Ning Xuan was the latest "Aurora-7 Series" protective suit, capable of withstanding most radiation and energy impacts in space.
"All combat units, report your current status," Lan Xin commanded via the internal comms system.
"Reporting, Commander. The Rocket Fleet has reached the designated position," Zhao Peng's voice came through the comms.
"Reporting, Commander. The Mechanical Armor Camp has reached its designated position," Zhou Shi reported at the same time.
"Reporting…"
