The Last Omega

"... Just as your base does not produce prisoners, our base will not produce traitors. Bernie, I am afraid that this request cannot be granted to you. You can be angry about this, but please don't deprive me of my apples because of this, that is The joy I look forward to the most every year..."

"...the apples are received, and they are very sweet. What are the green berries that came with it? They tasted crunchy, and I was too careless, and they slipped into my stomach without tasting them properly. I hope you can come again Send some (the first base is indeed a paradise for planting). The white rose I planted in return is attached to the letter. I call it Fendra (yes, it is the name from the parent planet)..."

"...when can you come and fish with me? Although we are leaving, I have rented a manor to spend the last few months with my family. The lawn on the manor needs to be mowed, roses It’s in the blooming season, and I’ll make it look good before you arrive, enough to be worthy of your general status. As for the parting, we can mention it later, I’m very reluctant to part with you, and now I’m starting to feel sad when I write this… ..."

"...I didn't expect you to be so persistent, Bernie. I can understand your desire to stay. In fact, not everyone in our base is willing to go back. According to the polls in the past few months, at least a small half of the people think that There's nothing wrong with surviving here. Sadly, I'm not one of them.

In our hometown, everyone would call the plants they grow "Lvgu", that is, wild millet.I am such a "travel valley" in Rose Star, but I am not without origin... I want to go back, I don't care about losing the micro brain, our whole family has this view... Now, our family only has the most The lovely Linton is not ready yet, he is a little Omega, the steward is planning to take him on a trip to your base for a few days, I hope he will not be too naughty..."

"...we were attacked..."

……

"I saw a few video files, and you are exactly the same as the person on it." Rhine said, "In the end, I ran into you on the way back."

The frigate Liberty parked quietly outside the No. 2 resource star.There are only seven days left until the last batch of soldiers from the first base wake up.Seven days later, the osmium reserves of the first base will be exhausted, and thirty-nine thousand Omega and several thousand Alpha volunteers will be buried in the experiment area.

They had to steal the Lokla's osmium-filled dropship from Resource Star 2 before then.Linton put on his combat uniform and prepared to land on the resource star with his team members in 5 minutes, trying to find a way to steal the ship.

Now the team members are doing the final examination, and Linton is sitting on another treatment cabin, with one leg propped up, looking at Rhine.

"Did you decide to save me because you looked like me?" Linton blinked his eyes in confusion. "That doesn't seem like a sufficient reason."

"I think it's fate." Rhine said, "At least the moment I make a choice, fate is pushing me."

Linton couldn't help laughing: "Soldiers also believe in fatalism?"

Rhine blinked friendlyly.

3 minutes left.

"Is the data still there?" Linton hesitated for a long time, and finally asked the question he was most concerned about, "Any data, the part recorded by your microcomputer is fine."

"I'm sorry." Rhine shook his head lightly, "I destroyed them before I was caught."

"Oh."

"The city of Gabriel should still exist. I only saw part of it because a soldier mistakenly touched an unexploded grenade, so we had to evacuate early. But those materials are obviously backups, not the originals." Rhine tried to comfort him , "If you follow the same path, there should be more information."

"Gabriel City has been polluted by slime mold." Linton shook his head. "Joe will report to you in detail after he wakes up. Before he understands how to deal with the slime mold, I'm afraid no one will be able to enter Rose Star."

Rhine was taken aback: "Is it polluted?"

"It seems to be." Linton stood up from the treatment cabin, glanced at the timer on the combat uniform, "It's almost time."

After he finished speaking, he stood up straight and saluted Rhine, whose whole body was fixed in the treatment cabin, "Anyway, thank you for saving your life."

"To each other." Rhine said with a serious face, "Thank you for saving me, I am saluting you solemnly in my brain."

Linton smiled, turned around, and planned to gather in the hangar.

"I don't think there is anything worthy of the base's research on that piece of communication data. It's just a letter exchange between civilians..." Rhine suddenly said, "What our base needs is content related to the battle. When I report, I will include Unnecessary information is filtered out."

Linton turned his head and looked over unexpectedly.

They all knew that although the message was an ordinary exchange of letters, the person inside was not a civilian—Bernie was the general of the First Base at the time, and now the head of the base.

Rhine obviously wanted to hide this part for him.

"Our commander wants to know what the fourth base is asking for help, and why the second base lost so quickly." Rhine wanted to shrug his shoulders, but his body was suppressed by the healing machine, so he could only twitch his eyebrows helplessly. With a relaxed expression, "These have nothing to do with those letters."

"Is this also an arrangement of fate?" Linton looked at him suspiciously.

"Spiritual guidance." Rhine smiled, "If possible, I hope to visit your spaceship in the future. Well, may I ask, what is its name?"

Then you have to wait until you come back alive.Linton thought about the ship parked at the third base space station.

"Fendra."

He raised his eyebrows at Rhine and smiled, then turned around and walked towards the hangar without hesitation.