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Chapter 919
chapter 0380 part 1
Chapter 375: Fallen Star, Handling Loose Ends, Mercy
The ownership of this planet belonged to the East Galaxy Company, a subsidiary of the Tang Group.
As the president of the East Galaxy Company, Elder Mandel's favorite thing to do was sit by the floor-to-ceiling window in his top floor office, nine hundred and ninety-nine meters high, smoking his pipe and watching the bustling scene outside.
He counted the airships flying past one by one, and the warships docked at the spaceport one by one. For Elder Mandel, he wasn't counting vehicles, but money.
Those Marauders and Space Pirates who were unwelcome on other planets were the best guests for Fallen Star. After all, they brought supplies and galactic credits. Counting money was undoubtedly the happiest thing for Elder Mandel. Once upon a time, although he had some connections in Knowhere, he only had a few shops. He had never dreamed that he could reach this point.
As the president of the East Galaxy Company, his power radiated across Fallen Star and hundreds of nearby habitable planets. The East Galaxy Company's energy trade directly and indirectly influenced tens of thousands of civilizations.
Some outsiders even called him the Governor of the Eastern Galaxy.
Governor! Elder Mandel liked this appellation. He half-reclined on his lounge chair, smoking the jade-stemmed pipe personally bestowed upon him by the Big Boss. White smoke curled from his nostrils beneath his curved horns.
He liked this plant from Earth; it allowed his mind to relax amidst his busy schedule and helped him enter a state of meditation.
"Hmm?"
Elder Mandel held his pipe, watching the spaceships and warships that brought wealth to Fallen Star. His gaze passed through the modified porthole glass, looking at the half-empty spaceport. His eyes instantly narrowed. His already small rhinoceros eyes were now squinted into mere slits.
"Kaimi!!"
Elder Mandel tapped twice in the void. The glass porthole in front of him turned into a virtual screen. On the other side of the projection was a rather large office. A rhino man who bore some resemblance to Elder Mandel was embracing a white rhino woman, whispering something in her ear that made the white rhino woman giggle uncontrollably.
His hand was rubbing the white rhino woman's body, and his face, which had rhino horns, was nuzzling against the female rhinoceros's face.
Elder Mandel's virtual projection suddenly appeared before him, startling the young rhino man, who quickly let go of his secretary's hand and jumped up from the sofa.
"Uncle!" the young rhino man called out nervously to Elder Mandel.
Elder Mandel looked at his nephew from the same clan, his face filled with disappointment: "Call me President at the Company!"
"Yes, President! Is there something you need me for?" The young rhino man waved his hand, dismissing his secretary from the office, and looked at his uncle fawningly.
"Why have there been so few Marauders coming to Fallen Star recently? You're in charge of the spaceport's management, you should know what's going on?" Elder Mandel inquired.
The young rhino man suddenly understood: "Uncle, President, you're asking about this. I've inquired, and it's because the Sovereigns' fleet attacked a batch of goods we were transporting last time. Now, everyone in the Eastern Galaxy is saying that the Sovereigns are going to take action against Fallen Star. These Space Pirates and Marauders are all in a wait and see state for safety. The number of ships entering the spaceport has decreased by one-third recently!"
"Sovereign!" Elder Mandel took a puff from his pipe. As an old businessman who had been involved in the black market for so many years, Elder Mandel naturally knew the Sovereigns – arrogant and proud. However, Sovereign's strength was undeniable.
If they really attacked Fallen Star, things would be quite troublesome. However, the conflict with the Sovereigns had already been reported to President Ryan, and he believed the Big Boss would send someone soon.
But there was still one matter to handle right now.
Two rays of cold light seemed to shoot out from Elder Mandel's eyes as he looked at his nephew from the same clan: "What about that batch of goods?"
"President, uh, Uncle, what goods are you talking about?" Kaimi stammered, facing Elder Mandel's unusually serious face. "It's that batch of goods originally scheduled to be sent back to headquarters, that batch of jade stones!"
"Uncle, wasn't that batch of jade stones destroyed by the Sovereigns' fleet? You know that!" Kaimi insisted, despite the cold sweat dripping down his back.
Elder Mandel glared sternly at Kaimi, "Come to my office. There are some things I need to tell you face-to-face!"
Without waiting for Kaimi to speak, Elder Mandel directly ended the virtual communication.
Kaimi, feeling uneasy, put on a jacket and drove a hovering airship to Elder Mandel's office. That building was also the center of the entire Fallen Star.
Kaimi looked out through the airship's porthole. Despite the impact of the Sovereigns, the number of pirates coming to Fallen Star to fence stolen goods had decreased significantly, but Fallen Star still lived up to its name, filled with a bustling atmosphere of bright lights and alcohol... Various airships, small spaceships, and hovering vehicles traveled along the different routes, and the streets below were also crowded with people. Especially the weapons shops and entertainment venues along the streets, business was still booming.
Casinos, red-light districts, bars – although the ways of playing and the people were different from Earth, what was the same was that these places, along with the black market, supported Fallen Star, this den of debauchery.
Many Space Pirates and Marauders brought in supplies by the shipload. After selling them, the galactic credits in their hands hadn't even warmed up before they were turned into alcohol, beverages, and drinks and other consumables.
Then they would order a few alien dancers of different flavors, and large sums of galactic credits would be spent.
These Marauders coming and going from Fallen Star were not pushovers, but the security of Fallen Star was abnormally good.
The reason for this naturally relied on the teams of iron soldiers patrolling in the sky. These mechanical soldiers loaded with heavy firepower, with their thick energy cannon ports, were enough to make any Marauder who got drunk and started causing trouble calm down.
Not to mention the Escort Fleet that was permanently suspended in outer space at the spaceport.
However, whether it was the energy consumption of tens of thousands of iron soldiers patrolling back and forth every day, or the supplies for that Escort Fleet, converted into galactic credits, it was an astronomical figure. But compared to the revenue brought by Fallen Star, this energy consumption was just a drop in the bucket.
Kaimi drove his airship, watching the prosperous scenes along the way, his heart burning with fervor. The idea in his mind grew stronger. As long as he could persuade his uncle, this den of debauchery that earned a fortune every day would be... The airship quickly arrived at the center of Fallen Star, a vast complex of buildings covering tens of thousands of acres. This was also the headquarters of the East Galaxy Company. The density of patrolling iron soldiers here was at least ten times stronger than in other places. On the hundred-meter-high city wall, every two or three meters, there was a gargoyle sculpture crouching. Every ten meters or so, there was a large-caliber energy turret. These large-caliber energy cannons had a range of up to thirty thousand kilometers, and their force was enough to shatter the protective shield of a normal Tier 2 starship.
Of course, the price of these energy cannons was also terrifyingly high. The price of one main cannon was comparable to a normal quasi-Tier 2 warship.
And the entire East Galaxy Company had hundreds of energy cannons installed on this city wall alone.
Chapter 375: Fallen Star, Handling Loose Ends, Mercy
The ownership of this planet belonged to the East Galaxy Company, a subsidiary of the Tang Group.
As the president of the East Galaxy Company, Elder Mandel's favorite thing to do was sit by the floor-to-ceiling window in his top floor office, nine hundred and ninety-nine meters high, smoking his pipe and watching the bustling scene outside.
He counted the airships flying past one by one, and the warships docked at the spaceport one by one. For Elder Mandel, he wasn't counting vehicles, but money.
Those Marauders and Space Pirates who were unwelcome on other planets were the best guests for Fallen Star. After all, they brought supplies and galactic credits. Counting money was undoubtedly the happiest thing for Elder Mandel. Once upon a time, although he had some connections in Knowhere, he only had a few shops. He had never dreamed that he could reach this point.
As the president of the East Galaxy Company, his power radiated across Fallen Star and hundreds of nearby habitable planets. The East Galaxy Company's energy trade directly and indirectly influenced tens of thousands of civilizations.
Some outsiders even called him the Governor of the Eastern Galaxy.
Governor! Elder Mandel liked this appellation. He half-reclined on his lounge chair, smoking the jade-stemmed pipe personally bestowed upon him by the Big Boss. White smoke curled from his nostrils beneath his curved horns.
He liked this plant from Earth; it allowed his mind to relax amidst his busy schedule and helped him enter a state of meditation.
"Hmm?"
Elder Mandel held his pipe, watching the spaceships and warships that brought wealth to Fallen Star. His gaze passed through the modified porthole glass, looking at the half-empty spaceport. His eyes instantly narrowed. His already small rhinoceros eyes were now squinted into mere slits.
"Kaimi!!"
Elder Mandel tapped twice in the void. The glass porthole in front of him turned into a virtual screen. On the other side of the projection was a rather large office. A rhino man who bore some resemblance to Elder Mandel was embracing a white rhino woman, whispering something in her ear that made the white rhino woman giggle uncontrollably.
His hand was rubbing the white rhino woman's body, and his face, which had rhino horns, was nuzzling against the female rhinoceros's face.
Elder Mandel's virtual projection suddenly appeared before him, startling the young rhino man, who quickly let go of his secretary's hand and jumped up from the sofa.
"Uncle!" the young rhino man called out nervously to Elder Mandel.
Elder Mandel looked at his nephew from the same clan, his face filled with disappointment: "Call me President at the Company!"
"Yes, President! Is there something you need me for?" The young rhino man waved his hand, dismissing his secretary from the office, and looked at his uncle fawningly.
"Why have there been so few Marauders coming to Fallen Star recently? You're in charge of the spaceport's management, you should know what's going on?" Elder Mandel inquired.
The young rhino man suddenly understood: "Uncle, President, you're asking about this. I've inquired, and it's because the Sovereigns' fleet attacked a batch of goods we were transporting last time. Now, everyone in the Eastern Galaxy is saying that the Sovereigns are going to take action against Fallen Star. These Space Pirates and Marauders are all in a wait and see state for safety. The number of ships entering the spaceport has decreased by one-third recently!"
"Sovereign!" Elder Mandel took a puff from his pipe. As an old businessman who had been involved in the black market for so many years, Elder Mandel naturally knew the Sovereigns – arrogant and proud. However, Sovereign's strength was undeniable.
If they really attacked Fallen Star, things would be quite troublesome. However, the conflict with the Sovereigns had already been reported to President Ryan, and he believed the Big Boss would send someone soon.
But there was still one matter to handle right now.
Two rays of cold light seemed to shoot out from Elder Mandel's eyes as he looked at his nephew from the same clan: "What about that batch of goods?"
"President, uh, Uncle, what goods are you talking about?" Kaimi stammered, facing Elder Mandel's unusually serious face. "It's that batch of goods originally scheduled to be sent back to headquarters, that batch of jade stones!"
"Uncle, wasn't that batch of jade stones destroyed by the Sovereigns' fleet? You know that!" Kaimi insisted, despite the cold sweat dripping down his back.
Elder Mandel glared sternly at Kaimi, "Come to my office. There are some things I need to tell you face-to-face!"
Without waiting for Kaimi to speak, Elder Mandel directly ended the virtual communication.
Kaimi, feeling uneasy, put on a jacket and drove a hovering airship to Elder Mandel's office. That building was also the center of the entire Fallen Star.
Kaimi looked out through the airship's porthole. Despite the impact of the Sovereigns, the number of pirates coming to Fallen Star to fence stolen goods had decreased significantly, but Fallen Star still lived up to its name, filled with a bustling atmosphere of bright lights and alcohol... Various airships, small spaceships, and hovering vehicles traveled along the different routes, and the streets below were also crowded with people. Especially the weapons shops and entertainment venues along the streets, business was still booming.
Casinos, red-light districts, bars – although the ways of playing and the people were different from Earth, what was the same was that these places, along with the black market, supported Fallen Star, this den of debauchery.
Many Space Pirates and Marauders brought in supplies by the shipload. After selling them, the galactic credits in their hands hadn't even warmed up before they were turned into alcohol, beverages, and drinks and other consumables.
Then they would order a few alien dancers of different flavors, and large sums of galactic credits would be spent.
These Marauders coming and going from Fallen Star were not pushovers, but the security of Fallen Star was abnormally good.
The reason for this naturally relied on the teams of iron soldiers patrolling in the sky. These mechanical soldiers loaded with heavy firepower, with their thick energy cannon ports, were enough to make any Marauder who got drunk and started causing trouble calm down.
Not to mention the Escort Fleet that was permanently suspended in outer space at the spaceport.
However, whether it was the energy consumption of tens of thousands of iron soldiers patrolling back and forth every day, or the supplies for that Escort Fleet, converted into galactic credits, it was an astronomical figure. But compared to the revenue brought by Fallen Star, this energy consumption was just a drop in the bucket.
Kaimi drove his airship, watching the prosperous scenes along the way, his heart burning with fervor. The idea in his mind grew stronger. As long as he could persuade his uncle, this den of debauchery that earned a fortune every day would be... The airship quickly arrived at the center of Fallen Star, a vast complex of buildings covering tens of thousands of acres. This was also the headquarters of the East Galaxy Company. The density of patrolling iron soldiers here was at least ten times stronger than in other places. On the hundred-meter-high city wall, every two or three meters, there was a gargoyle sculpture crouching. Every ten meters or so, there was a large-caliber energy turret. These large-caliber energy cannons had a range of up to thirty thousand kilometers, and their force was enough to shatter the protective shield of a normal Tier 2 starship.
Of course, the price of these energy cannons was also terrifyingly high. The price of one main cannon was comparable to a normal quasi-Tier 2 warship.
And the entire East Galaxy Company had hundreds of energy cannons installed on this city wall alone.
