Chapter 1215: 1215 How Can We Help
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Chapter 1215 1215 How Can We Help
?The people aboard Absolution, all ten million of them, were watching the satellite feeds from the battlefield with a mixture of horror and anticipation. They had seen the Commander go into battle, but the energy leaking from his fight was messing with the sensors, and it was impossible to see exactly what was going on down there.
It must not be friendly, given the amount of noise it was generating, but they had no way of telling who was winning. If it was the enemy Energy Beings, they were in serious trouble, even if they had the full firepower of their ship intact.
Which most of them assumed that they did. They weren't military equipment experts, and they weren't privy to most of the communications, so there was no way for them to know that the power output of everything had been capped out by the Myceloid God when it created this place.
But they had seen footage of previous battles in the news, and it had taken dozens of Colony Ships, or entire fleets of a hundred or more Destroyers to eliminate a single one of those creatures before.
They might have that many here on the planet, but being stuck at ground level, they couldn't even use some of their weapons, and very few would be able to target the creatures at all.
Which was what had led to this emergency hearing with the Board of Directors. A thousand community and business leaders were sitting in the hall, waiting for the Board to come out of a closed door meeting and greet them, hopefully with some sort of information that they could use.
The noise in the room increased as she asked them to be patient and let the army work. That wasn't an acceptable answer to any of them. Sitting here helplessly as others determined their fate wasn't the sort of life that any of the species here wanted. If they were that placid about survival, they wouldn't have ended up on Absolution in the first place.
"Surely, there is something that we can do, Directors. We can't continue to just sit here blindly waiting to find out that we're going to die." A man shouted from the upper balcony's podium.
It was an aging Reaver who had come here to take up the operations of a restaurant from his family, who had opened it on impulse as the ship was being built, but couldn't run it properly with the shortage of skilled workers.
He knew how to pilot a Mecha, he could fly a shuttle, fire a rifle, even skin wild animals if they needed to conserve power for weapons production. Doing nothing wasn't in his nature.
Nico's father dismissed the Communications Director from the podium and straightened his coat.
"We do have an answer for those who feel the need to help. Anyone with piloting skills, either factual or virtual, will be provided the opportunity at some point in the battle to help lead drone wings. The innovation of the sentient species, and unconventional thought processes, help make our Android units more effective and prevent the enemy from calculating our drone flight patterns.
Once this meeting is adjourned, we will be taking applications on the ship's employment application site. The most qualified will be contacted first, and then others in four hour segments, rotating through all who are qualified.
In this manner, the civilian population will be able to help the military in this desperate situation, and even the shut in gamers of your family will be able to make you proud."
Ending with a joke seemed to have been the right answer. With the high pay rates on the ship, shut in adult children who simply gamed their lives away while living off their parents' money were becoming a cultural nuisance.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.
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Chapter 1215 1215 How Can We Help
?The people aboard Absolution, all ten million of them, were watching the satellite feeds from the battlefield with a mixture of horror and anticipation. They had seen the Commander go into battle, but the energy leaking from his fight was messing with the sensors, and it was impossible to see exactly what was going on down there.
It must not be friendly, given the amount of noise it was generating, but they had no way of telling who was winning. If it was the enemy Energy Beings, they were in serious trouble, even if they had the full firepower of their ship intact.
Which most of them assumed that they did. They weren't military equipment experts, and they weren't privy to most of the communications, so there was no way for them to know that the power output of everything had been capped out by the Myceloid God when it created this place.
But they had seen footage of previous battles in the news, and it had taken dozens of Colony Ships, or entire fleets of a hundred or more Destroyers to eliminate a single one of those creatures before.
They might have that many here on the planet, but being stuck at ground level, they couldn't even use some of their weapons, and very few would be able to target the creatures at all.
Which was what had led to this emergency hearing with the Board of Directors. A thousand community and business leaders were sitting in the hall, waiting for the Board to come out of a closed door meeting and greet them, hopefully with some sort of information that they could use.
The noise in the room increased as she asked them to be patient and let the army work. That wasn't an acceptable answer to any of them. Sitting here helplessly as others determined their fate wasn't the sort of life that any of the species here wanted. If they were that placid about survival, they wouldn't have ended up on Absolution in the first place.
"Surely, there is something that we can do, Directors. We can't continue to just sit here blindly waiting to find out that we're going to die." A man shouted from the upper balcony's podium.
It was an aging Reaver who had come here to take up the operations of a restaurant from his family, who had opened it on impulse as the ship was being built, but couldn't run it properly with the shortage of skilled workers.
He knew how to pilot a Mecha, he could fly a shuttle, fire a rifle, even skin wild animals if they needed to conserve power for weapons production. Doing nothing wasn't in his nature.
Nico's father dismissed the Communications Director from the podium and straightened his coat.
"We do have an answer for those who feel the need to help. Anyone with piloting skills, either factual or virtual, will be provided the opportunity at some point in the battle to help lead drone wings. The innovation of the sentient species, and unconventional thought processes, help make our Android units more effective and prevent the enemy from calculating our drone flight patterns.
Once this meeting is adjourned, we will be taking applications on the ship's employment application site. The most qualified will be contacted first, and then others in four hour segments, rotating through all who are qualified.
In this manner, the civilian population will be able to help the military in this desperate situation, and even the shut in gamers of your family will be able to make you proud."
Ending with a joke seemed to have been the right answer. With the high pay rates on the ship, shut in adult children who simply gamed their lives away while living off their parents' money were becoming a cultural nuisance.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.
Chapter 1215 1215 How Can We Help ?The people aboard Absolution, all ten million of them, were watching the satellite feeds from the battlefield with a mixture of horror and anticipation. They had seen the Commander go into battle, but the energy leaking from his fight was messing with the sensors, and it was impossible to see exactly what was going on down there. It must not be friendly, given the amount of noise it was generating, but they had no way of telling who was winning. If it was the enemy Energy Beings, they were in serious trouble, even if they had the full firepower of their ship intact. Which most of them assumed that they did. They weren't military equipment experts, and they weren't privy to most of the communications, so there was no way for them to know that the power output of everything had been capped out by the Myceloid God when it created this place. But they had seen footage of previous battles in the news, and it had taken dozens of Colony Ships, or entire fleets of a hundred or more Destroyers to eliminate a single one of those creatures before. They might have that many here on the planet, but being stuck at ground level, they couldn't even use some of their weapons, and very few would be able to target the creatures at all. Which was what had led to this emergency hearing with the Board of Directors. A thousand community and business leaders were sitting in the hall, waiting for the Board to come out of a closed door meeting and greet them, hopefully with some sort of information that they could use. The noise in the room increased as she asked them to be patient and let the army work. That wasn't an acceptable answer to any of them. Sitting here helplessly as others determined their fate wasn't the sort of life that any of the species here wanted. If they were that placid about survival, they wouldn't have ended up on Absolution in the first place. "Surely, there is something that we can do, Directors. We can't continue to just sit here blindly waiting to find out that we're going to die." A man shouted from the upper balcony's podium. It was an aging Reaver who had come here to take up the operations of a restaurant from his family, who had opened it on impulse as the ship was being built, but couldn't run it properly with the shortage of skilled workers. He knew how to pilot a Mecha, he could fly a shuttle, fire a rifle, even skin wild animals if they needed to conserve power for weapons production. Doing nothing wasn't in his nature. Nico's father dismissed the Communications Director from the podium and straightened his coat. "We do have an answer for those who feel the need to help. Anyone with piloting skills, either factual or virtual, will be provided the opportunity at some point in the battle to help lead drone wings. The innovation of the sentient species, and unconventional thought processes, help make our Android units more effective and prevent the enemy from calculating our drone flight patterns. Once this meeting is adjourned, we will be taking applications on the ship's employment application site. The most qualified will be contacted first, and then others in four hour segments, rotating through all who are qualified. In this manner, the civilian population will be able to help the military in this desperate situation, and even the shut in gamers of your family will be able to make you proud." Ending with a joke seemed to have been the right answer. With the high pay rates on the ship, shut in adult children who simply gamed their lives away while living off their parents' money were becoming a cultural nuisance.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.
