Chapter 9090

Planet BV32-II. The coordinates are offset by 9 degrees from the original "life circle", and it was originally a frozen land.

Now it is a pristine ocean taking shape.

The molten lava on the seafloor is rolling and cooling, while the volcanic islands formed by the arch of the continental shelf are erupting erratically.

But on the central island, which has the largest area and the most stable eruption, on the rocky beach facing the south sea, humans are busy cleaning up the battlefield of the Zerg raid.

One of the temporary safe houses has a clear personal logo.

Indoors.

Su Xi looked at the soft, well-cut white dress in her hands and explained seriously, "No, I just don't want to wear a skirt in this situation."

Then she looked up at him. Although he didn't have any unnecessary expression, Su Xi strangely sensed a little...'grievance'?

So Su Xi suddenly added, "But I like the style."

She was just telling the truth and didn't mean anything else.

Fitzgerald would be mistaken.

After sensing their entry, the originally transparent tent medium automatically adjusted to a semi-transparent privacy protection mode. From the outside, only a vague human figure could be seen swaying.

However, Su Xi, who was inside the house, could clearly see the fierce scene outside where the smoke of gunpowder had not yet died down, and the busy exchanges between humans and robots.

The house is warm and quiet.

The red-haired alpha's gaze fell on the white dress and lingered for a moment, and the alpha's pheromones couldn't help but become a little hot and proud.

He pursed his lips and said, "Okay. I'll wear it later."

"Change to this." He took out a set of his combat uniform from his space button and handed it to Su Xi. He looked as if it was a matter of course and that it was unquestionable.

Su Xi was pushed by him into the small temporary isolation room for her to change clothes without knowing what was going on.

"But it's too big."

Su Xi was a little confused. The style of this combat suit was similar to the one Chris gave her. Both were two-piece smart wearable styles with constant temperature regulation. The nano-intelligent cleaning fabric could adapt to long-term field work, so there was no problem of dirt needing to be cleaned.

Because this kind of fabric is extremely stretchable, it is usually stored in capsules in a compressed form. For Chris and his team, the reason they bring two more sets on this alien mission is not because of pollution considerations, but because they want to replace damaged wearable smart devices in harsh alien environments.

But his size was too big, while Chris's size fit her perfectly, close-fitting and comfortable.

Su Xi muttered, "I'd better change back to the one Chris gave me. It's not dirty."

Fitzgerald, who was waiting outside, did not answer her directly. Instead, he said, "There is an adjuster on the waist buckle. Try it."

“It’s still too big.”

"Let me see."

Then he saw his petite and well-behaved omega, with his overly long sleeves rolled up to reveal a small part of his smooth and delicate wrists, and with a frown on his face, he pulled at his overly baggy trousers and slowly turned out of the temporary isolation barrier.

So, so cute!

Fitzgerald suddenly realized the specific meaning of the adjective "lovely".

Before he met her, soft and gentle words like "cute" and "sweet" were just cold entries in the dictionary to him. He could understand them very rationally and even translate them very fluently and quickly into the 183 alien dialects commonly used in the current interstellar society.

But I have never chewed on the soft meanings beneath those words so emotionally.

So cute.

He chuckled and said, "All the styles of logistics equipment are designed to be uniformly stretchable, but there is a default value based on each person's body shape."

Su Xi then said "Oh" and felt embarrassed.

Fitzgerald stepped forward to help her adjust the loose jumpsuit, and his slender fingers fell on the waist buckle and adjusted it in a few seconds. The combat uniform used by the 17th Army of the First Star Fortress perfectly outlined the curvy body curves of the petite girl.

From his perspective, the brown-haired omega's soft whorl of hair was right where he could kiss it if he lowered his head slightly.

His eyes slightly lowered, and he saw a bunch of short hair tucked behind her cute white ears, brushing against her delicate and fragile neck, the place he had kissed and licked before and bitten unconsciously.

His heart beat a little faster, but Fitzgerald did not act rashly. This was not the extreme environment in the wormhole, and he wanted to wait until after the social season to pursue any formal plans.

After experiencing the first round of estrus threshold being broken, he deeply realized that his control over his instincts was not as strong as he had previously realized.

And to be honest, as an alpha who was mentally and physically normal, he didn't want to experience again that kind of extreme dilemma of crushing the inhibitor while enjoying intimacy.

He lowered his eyes and took another look. The petite omega's slender waist was so thin that it could be grasped with one hand, as if it could be broken if he grabbed it hard.

Although the smell of her pheromones is light, it exudes an ignorant sweetness.

The red-haired alpha drooped his long eyelashes slightly, hiding the look in his eyes. He secretly adjusted his breathing for a few rounds, perfectly blocking out the signs that his own pheromones were beginning to become restless.

He stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers continued to fiddle with the waist buckle of the omega in front of him, loosening it a little, then tightening it a little, and he repeated this adjustment several times before he was barely satisfied.

Su Xi allowed him to manipulate her with great trust, because the red-haired alpha in front of her had a serious face, studying the waist buckle as if he were studying important military intelligence, just like the feeling when they first met on the Sun Swallow. He was still the cold, restrained and perfectly polite heir to the empire.

Those beautiful memories in the wormhole were actually just some very vague fragments in her mind. She roughly knew what happened, but she lost the thrilling experience of sexual contact.

Memory is actually a very subjective choice.

As for Su Xi, whose inner soul is still that 'earthling', deep down she is very resistant to the kind of AO relationship that is based only on physical attraction.

After struggling for a while, I finally got it done.

Looking at the petite girl wearing a combat uniform with his name on it, the red-haired alpha couldn't help but reveal a small smile in his eyes.

Su Xi blinked. Although she sensed that something was wrong, as an omega that had been wandering in the wild since she crossed over, she could not understand the childish mentality of the alphas at this moment, and their enthusiasm for "marking" their omegas in various forms.

Finally, he fiddled with the pheromone regulating button under her collar, and his eyes lingered for a moment on where she was hanging on the collarbone pendant.

He smiled and said, "I'm glad you're wearing it all the time."

Su Xi pursed her lips, raised her head, and was about to say something, but at this moment the communicator in the room beeped rapidly.

Chris's voice came, "Commander, Albert is ready, please be connected."

"I'll be connected in five minutes."

"Chris, Ellen, and Mary are here."

Fitzgerald answered briefly, then naturally took Su Xi's hand and provided her with a temporary resting place. He still gave her a blanket and a tablet, as well as a few sedatives.

"You are too tired. Take the sedative and rest well."

He touched her forehead, and with a tenderness that he himself was not aware of, he gently coaxed her, "Don't worry about anything. When you wake up again, we will be on the Expedition."

Su Xi's eyes sparkled with curiosity: "Expedition?"

He looked at her very attentively, feeling her soft and tender cheeks under his palms. Finally, he couldn't help leaning over and gently touching her forehead.

"The First Fortress's 17th Army's long-range aircraft carrier is here to take us back to the Alpha system."

Fitzgerald said this lightly, then watched her drink two recovery potions before leaving the temporary cubicle.

Chris and others were already waiting outside and quietly set up a temporary command liaison station.

His sense of time was still as accurate as a quantum clock, and just five minutes had passed.

Albert's image appeared on the light screen communication.

"Your Highness! There is good news and there is bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

The blond adjutant still had a smiling face, and his nonchalant look was very inconsistent with the serious atmosphere of the meeting. Only the obvious dark circles under his eyes showed that his situation was not as easy as he appeared.

Chris on the side sighed in his heart, thinking that Albert must have been driven crazy by Nadel's various difficulties.

Fitzgerald showed no expression and did not respond to his teasing opening remarks. He said in a bland tone, "Let's get down to business."

"If Special Envoy Yin Du insists on participating, we will open a meeting observation interface for him."

"Yes." Albert was obviously relieved.

Then the communication screen flickered, and another window popped up. The elegant and handsome Duke Beta appeared in the conference video of several parties connected to the Internet.

He is Nader, the second in line to the throne of the empire. With the permission of the current emperor, he is to inspect the territories on his behalf before the imperial ceremony in the 5800th year of the new human era.

But the first sentence he said made the atmosphere at the scene suddenly tense.

He said, "Your Highness, the Expedition does not belong to your personal army. Your illegal mobilization violates Article 38 of the Imperial Military Code."

In the current interstellar human development, the Duke of Beta is the only one in the history of the Empire who has the "right of succession to the throne" in the social class where "A power is supreme". At this moment, he is holding the gemstone scepter that symbolizes the agency of royal power, and is very leisurely asking questions across the communication screen in an elegant yet domineering manner.

"If you recall the Expedition now, I can show some leniency for this serious violation of military law and report it only as an 'exercise'."

"Otherwise, even if you redeem yourself with merit, with your many years of achievements," Nadel suddenly turned around and smiled at Chris and others, "military law will not hurt you at all. But what about the other people involved in your action?"

"Don't you think about them?"

One sentence after another was aggressive, and beneath the perfectly polite smile was an extremely strong pressure.