Anti-World Weapon

When Joshua and Nostradamus began another pursuit against the Void Mother in the Beam System, a tense atmosphere was spreading amidst the Midgardian Fleet Command Center in the Sixth Trail of the Sea God Star Fortress after they had lost most of their psionic sensors along the way and hence was left in the dark.

"Hurry up. Aren't the calibrations ready?" The Commander of the First Fleet was pacing around irritably in the meeting room. From time to time, he would level an angry glare at the blank screen, look up into the distant space or sigh heavily. Even so, the most the middle-aged Midgardian could do was ask after the technical department with an urgent tone.

Having heard the inquiry from a commanding officer, a calm, feminine voice responded from the other end of the communications tool.

"Sir! The emergency assembly is unfinished, but the technical department is understaffed—"