The Talodan Fleet.
After a brief replenishment of energy and necessary supplies, the Talodan fleet has left the desolate star system.
There was no way around it; the intruders, who were relentlessly pursuing them and refusing to give up, could appear at any moment.
The further they escape, the more likely the Talodan civilization will survive.
Ardan, the leader of the Talodan civilization, manipulated the power-up device on his body, gliding rapidly through the zero-gravity spaceship cabin.
Its black and white fur trembled slightly, revealing its extremely unsettled emotions.
It is going to the laboratory now.
The findings transmitted back by the probe some time ago have shocked many people, especially ordinary citizens.
Dangerous signs have emerged within the civilization—many Talodans have chosen suicide in this desperate situation.
As the leader, it needs to appease the extremely emotional public on the one hand, and on the other hand, it needs to go to the laboratory to appease the scientists, while also understanding the situation of the new target.
"Greetings, Chief!"
"Greetings, Your Excellency Aldan!"
"..."
During its taxiing, it encountered many crew members from inside the ship.
These black and white dumplings all paid their respects to it from the air.
It deserves it.
After all, without it pushing forward the escape plan despite all the pressure, let alone the Talodan civilization, even the existence of these few dilapidated starships would be a big question mark.
The invaders' madness was deeply ingrained in its very marrow.
Its fur trembles whenever it thinks of past war scenes.
As it watched the laboratory door slowly open in front of it, it skillfully controlled the booster device to slow down—the airflow behind it gradually slowed down, while a strong airflow was released in front of it.
Through the crack in the door, it saw the two familiar scientists, Milo and Malen.
It was they who discovered that crucial alarm that prevented the destruction of the Talodan civilization.
Aldan's gaze gradually shifted from Milo to Maren on the other side.
A hint of confusion shone deep in its eyes.
Perhaps... the decision made back then was really a mistake?
Weapons and equipment seem to be an indispensable part of an interstellar civilization.
If Mullen's suggestion had been adopted back then, perhaps the Talodan civilization wouldn't have ended up in this state today...
Thinking of this, it sighed softly, and its furry body trembled slightly a few times.
After gliding through the laboratory door, Aldan adjusted his posture with the help of the assist device and then activated the stabilization device.
A not-so-strong magnetic force came from below, pulling its body back onto the deck.
"leader?!"
Milos was the first to discover Aldan's arrival.
It controlled the assist device, stumbled away from the computer in front of it, and ran towards Milo.
Looking at the erratic, skating trajectory, Aldan's big eyes twitched twice.
"It's been so long, and you still haven't learned how to do this?"
Bang.
The response was a dull thud—the stabilizing device was too powerful, pulling Milo violently onto the deck.
Fortunately, their dumpling-shaped bodies can absorb most of the impact, so this small blow is nothing to the Talodan people.
Milo awkwardly stood up from the deck, struggling to reduce the power of the stabilizing device: "Chief, you know, I'm not good at this thing..."
Another black and white dumpling floated down lightly beside Milo.
"Your Excellency Aldan, greetings."
“Maren,” Aldan gestured to the newcomer, “I’m here to learn about the condition of the new star system.”
"You should know that since the last incident was exposed, there has been a lot of trouble within the civilization."
"If I hadn't promptly announced the fleet's latest escape destination, we'd probably be..."
As he spoke, Aldan helplessly shrugged his body.
“Leader,” Milo, having regained his footing, responded first, “Based on our observations over this period, there is a very high probability that the new star system contains more than 10 planets.”
"The probability of finding a habitable planet among them is about 30%."
"30%...is that so low?" Aldan's expression dimmed slightly as he murmured softly.
“That’s not low,” Mullen said. “The last target system only had six planets… no, now it’s five, and the probability of having habitable planets in it is even lower.”
"Is that so?" Upon hearing this, Aldan's expression softened considerably. "How far are we from it?"
“9.37 light-years, Chief,” Malen replied without hesitation. “At the current speed of the fleet, it should take another 50 years to reach our destination.”
Aldan fell into deep thought.
50 years.
This period of time was not long for the Talodans.
Their average lifespan is around five hundred years, so fifty years is just a blink of an eye.
only……
"How long can the fleet's supplies last?"
Silence fell over the laboratory once again.
“About… 80 years,” Milo answered with great difficulty. “The last star system was too barren, and our stay was too short, so…”
“Sigh…” Aldan sighed deeply, pacing back and forth in the laboratory with his short legs that were almost hidden in the downy hair. “80 years… I hope that’s enough.”
As it spoke, it stopped in its tracks, turned its body toward the graceful curves on the wall, and murmured softly, "May [Zanka] bless us."
Milo and Malen exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
Since the advancement of technology and the emergence of Talodan as an interstellar civilization, the traditional totem worship of the Zanka has become merely a decoration.
But even now, with the Talodan civilization facing such a crisis, Aldan still places his hopes on the elusive [Zanka].
After a moment of silence, Milo and Malen slowly closed their eyes and devoutly murmured, "May [Zanka] bless the Talodan civilization..."
Before the words had even finished, a muffled alarm sounded from a distant computer, quickly filling the entire laboratory.
"What happened?"
Aldan suddenly opened his eyes and asked with a serious expression.
Milo and Malen exchanged another glance.
Their eyes were filled with deep horror.
The next moment, the booster suddenly spewed out a stream of air, propelling them rapidly toward the computer in the distance.
Bang.
Milo landed face down as always.
But at this moment, it can no longer care about these trivial matters.
It rolled over, quickly stood up from the deck, stretched out its short paws, and pressed a few keys on the computer in front of it.
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