Several ships are anchored in the spaceport of New Antarctica. A Rakelam class and four Clap class light cruisers are the standard composition of a squadron, and a transport ship with the Anaheim badge, which seems to be unique. The Rakelam class is the flagship of the former Moon Orbital Fleet. The ships are still different. Now, it is just the flagship of the first squadron under the Moon Orbital Fleet, and four marshals are responsible for the defense of New Antarctica.

On the bridge of Joan of Arc, Captain West sat upright on the captain's seat, and the new crew members took their place and carried out simulation operation training. After half an hour of training, a group of projects were completed. Captain West was tortured by these newcomers and immediately ordered: "Stay ten minutes."

At this moment, the door on the right back of the captain's seat opened. A woman in a formal suit and dressed in a professional woman, trampled on the walls with a reaction force and landed next to the captain's seat. Later, three young soldiers wearing federal military uniforms and wearing the rank of lieutenant, staggering and barely landing.

Captain West frowned as soon as he saw the visitor and said with a stern face: "Miss Paris, long time no see. If I guess correctly, the representative sent by Anaheim to supervise the new MS test mission, just like the usual tests, it's still you."

Paris smiled and said, "The captain said it well, it's me again. But you don't seem to welcome it!"

Captain West quipped: "Everyone knows that it is impossible to be with Anaheim whether it is a ship that escorts the test aircraft or directly participate in the test flight mission, and finally not involve some inexplicable events. I am not lucky and have been involved in many incidents in recent years. It seems that I can't escape this time."

Paris frowned and said, "It's a pity that I can't escape this time. I guess you know that a few hours ago, Agama, who was escorting the transport ship, was attacked by a small group of New Genes troops when he returned. The route from New Antarctica to Von Brown has been peaceful. Even if the ship of New Genes appears here, it has never taken the initiative like this time. I have a bad premonition that I think last year's events will happen again."

Captain West sighed softly and said with emotion: "Yes! We are all witnesses of the incident last year. It is really a failure to look back on. Not only did we fail to save the test aircraft, but we also implicated so many innocent people. If we make New Gene successful this time, we still don't know how much damage the weapons that originally belonged to us will bring to us."

"Don't worry! Captain. I won't let New Gene succeed!" A pledge of ambition and hesitation broke the slightly sad atmosphere.

Captain West looked in the sound and saw that among the three young officers who followed Paris in, the tallest, standing in the center. He listened to his introduction: "Lieutenant Caesar Sato, the captain of the Eighth Independent MS Squadron of the Fifth Squadron of the First Mobile Brigade, is now ordered to lead a team to station in the Anaheim transport ship. Please give me some advice."
Chapter completed!