Somewhere eastward of the Plantation Colony Servusarator.
"Our rotation has gotten shorter don't you think? And the higher-ups seem panicking for some reason." On the stormy night, a guard sat on a wooden chair with the radiance of a lamp gleaming over his face.
"I heard that the colonial dominion is going to war." Another guard in front of him responded in a whisper. Subjects like these weren't allowed to be talked about by their leaders. If discovered, they would probably face up to ten whips to the back.
"Going to war? Who are we fighting? I doubt those animals would have made such a reaction from the higher-ups." The first guard questioned the validity of his fellow guardsman's words.
They had practically dominated the sea region. None inside it can escape its authority, meaning that it should have been the safest sea. After all, it was the closest to Europa.
