Perhaps naming it after a great man from history would be better; every captain would be happy to fight alongside them, and given the length of human history, they would always find a suitable name at any time. But unfortunately, in this chaotic, dark age, using any name would only invite retaliation from extreme opponents. These people often tirelessly suppress those they "struggle" with, but rarely sacrifice their lives for their narrow ideals. Like slave owners in the tribal era, they would simply drive and lure countless neutrals to serve as pawns.
Qin Zhongquan had no intention of joining a celebrity sect, nor did he want to be misunderstood. Although he himself had long been notorious, it was still in his interest to reduce the density of the enemy's presence as much as possible.
The same goes for any real place name. Even if you choose something fictional, there are still risks in this day and age. After all, no one dares to confirm the unique preferences of the next person you are communicating with.
Of course, they would not kill everyone just because they "stepped left first when going out", but the fuse for the outbreak of conflicts is often such trivial matters. It is said that in the distant era of the Earth, there was a confusing dispute over salty and sweet tastes, which triggered a large-scale hot weapons fight.
Qin Zhongquan waved away the densely packed list of options before him, crumpled them into a ball, tossed them into the trash, and clicked the "Clear" button. Sometimes, having too many choices can be a nuisance, especially since the question now wasn't about choosing a good option among a pile of options, but rather picking a less-bad one among several bad ones—either admitting to being ordinary and blending in with the crowd, or paying the unrealized price and becoming something different.
He suddenly felt that the name of the target warship shouldn't be decided by him personally. Perhaps it would be more reasonable to follow public opinion. What was this called? If the leader didn't want to take the blame, how about a show of hands?
Thinking of this, Qin Zhongquan turned on the communicator and shouted in a teasing tone on the ship's internal frequency band: "First Mate, what's the situation now?"
"Target orbit - stable; optics - 634 UFOs have been discovered, and a route intersection is expected in 4 hours, 17 minutes and 22 seconds; passive radar - no collision warning yet; energy core - continued low power output may cause the first wall to heat up, and engineers believe it lacks maintenance; the normal rate of other subsystems exceeds 75%, and there will be no major problems in the short term; the front structure is slightly damaged, but it does not affect functionality. In short, the target is in good condition, we have made a big profit, boss!" The voice of the first mate came soon, and the joy in his words was like the spring melting ice and snow and the flowers blooming in the morning glow.
"Very good! Stay alert! We're not out of danger yet." Qin Zhongquan tried to steer the conversation towards the battleship's name. "However, as a reward, you can think of a name for this ship first. Don't forget, it will be our flagship for a long time to come!"
"Really? Is it true?" This frequency band immediately boiled over, like ice water mixed with hot oil.
"I think... it could be called the Eternal!" A young voice tried to drown out the noise, but was immediately refuted, "Free mercenaries don't have eternal things. If you want to curse the boss to death, just say it!"
"Call me Dog! Boss! I've always dreamed of owning a private luxury spaceship!" A strange, high-pitched cry broke through the physical barrier and came from the loudspeaker, then was immediately driven away by an even stranger tone, "Don't use public property for personal gain. If you want a car, go buy it yourself!"
"Bullet shrimp!"
"Luanniao-class frigate!"
"Cosmic Red Pants!"
"Flying Spaghetti!"
"Galaxy Pitcher!"
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