"How is the condition of the March, does it need any orbital adjustments?"
"No need, they just released a robot outside to conduct a random inspection, and there are no issues found, neither internally nor externally. It's nowhere near the limits."
The superior nodded, but was still somewhat uneasy,
"You must have an emergency plan ready. That's 38 lives on board, and we can't afford any mishaps with the March."
"Yes, sir!"
Zhong Cheng reflexively snapped his legs together and saluted, then suddenly realized he had already retired from active duty.
He was the one chosen to replace the heads of the Space Agency and the Aerospace Development Committee, with a career that was vastly different from his predecessors.
