RNP Chapter 73 This is too heavy to move!
Chapter 73 This is too heavy to move!
Chapter 73 This is too heavy to move! (7 chapters complete! Please subscribe!)
Time flies.
A full month has passed since the battle that utterly thrashed the Helios Group.
Sitting in the tactical command center, Andy looked at the real-time holographic map of District 9, which was almost entirely lit up with green markers, but he didn't feel much relaxed.
This past month has been too quiet.
It was so quiet it felt unreal.
Logically speaking, a giant of Helios's size should have reacted to such a huge loss on its own territory, with its main force crippled and its reputation humiliated.
Even if they don't launch a full-scale war, they should at least send a few assassins to blockade resources or something.
But the reality is, there's nothing there!
This is not because Helios suddenly became a Buddha.
It's purely because they're rotten inside.
According to intelligence relayed by Sisyphus from the nest, the Helios Group is currently in a state of administrative shock.
An old geezer named Thor is busy falsifying accounts to cover up the truth about the defeat in District D and the disastrous loss in the Acid Swamp. He's also busy shifting the blame to Zeman, who has already fled, and purging the middle managers who know too much.
This has led to a very strange situation.
The "absolute blockade" that Helios closed off around the Ninth District was basically a sieve with leaks.
The mercenaries responsible for the blockade were not receiving their full overtime pay and had to face sniper shots that could come out of the darkness at any moment; their morale had long since collapsed.
Their patrol routes were so rigid, like a pre-programmed routine, with fixed times and routes every day, and they didn't even change the spot where they would slack off and smoke.
Andy's "Black Spirit" spider scurried around their feet, but they didn't even bother to look down at it.
As long as Andy doesn't lead a large group and swagger in through the front door, these people will simply pretend they didn't see anything!
Can you believe it?!
However, this is indeed a common problem for large corporations, and the Imperial Ministry of the Interior is even worse than Helios.
When disaster strikes, the first reaction is not to solve the problem, but to deal with the person who raised the problem and how to cover up the losses on the reports.
This administrative inefficiency gave Andy an extremely valuable, even luxurious, period of time for underhanded development.
During this month, Andy was busy; the molecular reconstruction instrument was running almost non-stop.
Raw materials are continuously fed in, and finished products are continuously spit out.
Andy's heavy firepower and ammunition reserves have reached an appalling level of saturation.
Those special rockets that used to require careful budgeting and that made you feel bad about firing even one, are now piled up in three whole warehouses.
The arrows from the CBS high-explosive crossbow are measured in tons!
The shelter had completed its most difficult initial accumulation, transforming from a refugee camp barely able to survive into a super warlord power with an independent military-industrial complex.
But this wasn't what pleased Andy the most.
The real surprise is in the sky.
To be precise, it was on top of that abandoned rail freight elevator in District 9.
Using this uninterrupted time, Andy directed the Black Spider and the hundreds of newly produced heavy engineering drones to quietly repair the long-abandoned orbital dock.
This was done so discreetly that no one knew what was going on.
Because the high-altitude sensors deployed by Helios there had long been broken and no one had bothered to repair them, they assumed that place was a dead end and never imagined that someone could be carrying out a project there.
Now, the dock's robotic arm is working, the vacuum-sealed gate has been repaired, and even the heavy-duty cargo rail that leads directly to the ground is powered on.
Of course, sophisticated facilities such as anti-gravity generator arrays and vacuum shield force fields still need to be supplied by Zol's production capacity.
That said, Zol's production capacity has suddenly exploded to an absurd level in the past month. I wonder what good thing happened to him?
I'll have Sisyphus ask about it another day!
Andy turned his gaze to a black metal box on the control panel.
That was the culmination of his hard work over the past month.
A completely new starship fire control and navigation system, written based on the underlying logic of the Golden Age.
The hardware of this thing was assembled using the core circuit boards salvaged from the "New Bond," along with precision parts provided by Father Zor and an architecture handcrafted by Andy himself.
The software component is a highly efficient operating system that Andy himself rewrote.
It's no exaggeration to say that once this thing is plugged in, it can take over any Imperial Navy frigate independently—completely!
If used on the "New Bang", it could increase the ship's response speed by 375% and improve fire control accuracy by two orders of magnitude.
However----
At this moment, Andy is facing an extremely awkward misalignment of psychological expectations.
He had the best control system, but no ship.
It's like having the keys to a Ferrari in your hand and a gas card worth 10,000 yuan in your pocket, but you can only take the bus when you go out.
It's so frustrating.
Andy pulled up the holographic structure diagram of the "New Bang," which was the ultimate problem he had to solve.
According to the original plan, Andy was to remove the core components from the crashed starship, including Six's main body, the subspace engine, and the Geller force field generator, and then transport them to the newly repaired orbital dock.
There, using the dock's equipment and stored materials, a hull was rebuilt, engines were installed, and a new ship was constructed.
This plan sounds perfect, and the logic is sound.
But when Andy actually started calculating the workload, all the real problems were exposed.
First, the engine.
The warp engine, named "Voidwalker-IV," is the heart of the entire ship.
It's not the kind of small part that can be disassembled and reassembled.
To withstand the terrifying pressures of subspace travel, its core components are cast as a single piece.
Andy glanced at the data label: weight, 4200 tons.
It's important to know that this ship is now buried hundreds of meters underground, surrounded by complex rock formations and architectural ruins.
Without completely dismantling the ship and tearing up the surrounding soil, it would be impossible to transport this behemoth out.
With the limited resources Andy has, he can't lift this thing even an inch.
Secondly, there is the Geller force field generator.
This thing is more troublesome.
It is not a standalone device. In order to ensure that the force field can perfectly envelop the hull, the launch array is directly welded to the main keel of the spacecraft. If it is forcibly removed, the calculation accuracy of the force field generator will be greatly reduced.
If the accuracy is compromised, the resulting Gellér force field will have flaws.
In the warp, even a tiny hole, the size of a pinhole, is enough for demons from the outside to sneak in.
Therefore, this is very difficult to handle.
"This is too heavy to move!"
Andy rubbed his temples.
The laws of physics are merciless; they won't give you special treatment just because you're a time traveler.
Without a powerful and miraculous means of transportation, this treasure would simply rot in the ground.
Andy's gaze wandered across the hologram, finally settling on the overall structure of the "New Bang".
Although the ship had been buried underground for hundreds of years and its interior decorations had rotted away, Andy had completely dismantled its electronic equipment.
But at least its skeleton is intact.
The ships of wandering merchants were made of very solid materials in order to survive in unknown star systems.
The main keel was not deformed, the armor plates had scratches but no structural damage, and although the compartments had a lot of damage, they were all repairable.
Even the vectoring nozzles used for flight within the atmosphere look like they could be used with just a little repair.
A crazy idea began to pass through the core of Andy's logic.
If you can't move the parts, then don't move them.
Since we can't transport the engines to the shipyard to build a new ship, why insist on the concept of "building a new ship"?
Why not just use this old ship?
Although it is buried underground, it is covered by hundreds of meters of rock layers and the foundation of the nest.
But it is at least a starship.
It is a steel behemoth designed to struggle in the gravitational wells of stars and to traverse meteor showers.
Its thrust was designed to escape planetary gravity, and its armor was designed to withstand heavy artillery attacks.
A mere few hundred meters of soil is nothing compared to the power of a starship.
Andy tapped a few times on the console, bringing up a new simulation model.
if----
If we don't dig up the soil, we won't dismantle it.
Instead, they took the repaired control system back and inserted it back into the body of the new ship.
They stuffed those twenty high-energy fusion fuel rods into the reactor.
Then, they lit a fire underground.
Start the main engine.
Activate Void Shield.
Using the ram at the bow of the ship as a drill bit, push the throttle all the way to the floor.
This steel behemoth, weighing several thousand tons, forced its way through the hundreds of meters of earth, carving a path through the ground!
This would trigger a massive earthquake that would completely collapse the Helios factory above, and might even cause half of District 9 to sink.
But so what?
As long as the ship can fly, as long as it can break out of the atmosphere, this is the most efficient solution.
Miracles happen with great force!
Andy stared at the large green lettering indicating success on the STC simulation results screen, the blue light in his electronic eyes shining brightly.
"It's decided."
Andy stood up and grabbed the black metal box from the table: "I'm not moving it."
"Let's just sail this behemoth out!"