I'm fighting against the spaceship in Marvel

Thousands of light years away from the territory of the Nova Empire, in the endless deep space, there are only a few bright lights shining in the distance.

Compared with the territories of the three major empires, this area seemed particularly peaceful and desolate. The chaotic signals in the universe came to an abrupt end as if they had entered a black hole.

Dark Jungle, this is the common name for this area by all life in the universe.

But there is not no light here. At least compared to the solar system, the light of the planets here is more dazzling.

The source of the light is that one after another huge stars are extinguished and perished, and their cores rapidly shrink and collapse under the influence of their own gravity, causing powerful explosions to form neutron stars.

Within a few light-years of distance in this universe, there are densely packed stars that suddenly become silent.

The dazzling neutron star has enough density and mass to pull all surrounding matter into the abyss.

This extremely unscientific sight has caused countless scholars in the universe to scratch their heads.

Inside a somewhat dilapidated spaceship, a middle-aged man with a stern face looked at the dazzling white light on the screen in front of him.

Behind him, stood an awkward young man who looked like he was holding a tablet device from time to time.

The middle-aged man turned around and said, "Are you sure our signal was captured by the Nova Empire?"

"Yes, leader." The young man looked solemn.

"I visited Xandar when I was young, and I am very familiar with the communication frequencies they use."

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded slowly and glanced at the light on the screen.

"How much energy do we have left?"

The young man's face darkened instantly, "6."

"You know what that means."

"Yes, leader. We can't hold on much longer." The young man pressed the computer in his hand twice, and the screen changed. Next to the white light, a tattered spaceship appeared.

"The battleship was severely damaged in the previous exile, and we are no longer able to escape the gravity of this neutron star."

"Yeah." The leader had a self-deprecating look on his face.

"I thought I could escape, but I didn't expect to fall into this jungle again. Maybe those butchers didn't want to kill them all, but they knew how terrible this place was."

The young man's eyes were slightly red, "If I weren't the leader"

The leader patted the young man on the shoulder, "No need to blame yourself. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to escape from that battlefield with our civilization. Now, it's time for us to make a choice."

The leader solemnly picked up a small box from the side.

"Ciel, follow me."

The spaceship hall was dimly lit, and all equipment was only reserved for the lowest energy quota. During the flight, various data that originally required the spacecraft's main brain to automatically calculate were now spent hundreds or thousands of times by a few unkempt people. Finally, it was recorded accurately on pieces of snow-white paper.

In the center of the hall, there were crowds of people, but there was no trace of clutter.

Everyone sat quietly on the floor, or stared at the busy calculation staff in front of them without saying a word, occasionally lowering their heads to nibble on the hard food in their hands; or holding hands tightly with each other, looking at the dim ceiling, Recall the days of peace and tranquility.

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The closed hatch was suddenly opened.

The middle-aged man walked into the hall, and Charles took a step behind, limping in with a box in his arms.

Almost everyone looked at the middle-aged man at the same time, still silent.

The middle-aged man slowly walked up to the podium in the hall despite everyone's weak and expectant eyes.

He would look at the only remaining compatriots in the audience, take a deep breath, and try to soften his expression.

"My fellow citizens, we have managed to survive another day."

"As of today, Planet Grim has been destroyed for thirty-seven days, and we have also been in exile in this jungle for thirty-seven days."

The leader's voice gradually became lower. Thinking back to the once glorious and prosperous home planet, and then to the refugees who are now barely clothed and hungry, bitterness and sorrow filled the leader's heart.

"Our homeland that has survived for tens of thousands of years was destroyed overnight, and our tribesmen gradually disappeared in the process of protecting us."

"But we are still alive, and the fire of Grim Star has not been extinguished."

The leader's eyes glanced at the information processor who was still pretending to be calm and immersed in calculations over and over again.

“All the light of our home planet of words, art, history, philosophy remains.”

The leader took the metal box from Ciel beside him.

"This is the most valuable asset we, as exiles, have."

"On this ship are gathered the top talents and scholars of Grim Planet. Thirty-seven days ago, after an emergency vote by the Supreme Council, we, as the last continuation of civilization, were sent to this ship to revive our mother planet. The mission has come to this restricted area of ​​life where few cosmic forces dare to set foot.”

"Our fellow citizens made the choices they thought were worthwhile before disaster struck, and now we must make ours."

The leader walked to the big screen in the control room and reached out to change the route of the spacecraft that had been stationary five days ago.

"Om~"

The moment the new picture appeared, there was some slight commotion in the crowd.

There were many experts in astronomy, physics and other fields present. Looking at that picture and thinking about the situation of the spacecraft they were in, it was not difficult to know that there was no way to save the spacecraft.

The commotion quickly calmed down, and the Gram people present used their strong perseverance to offset the despair of the exiles about no future.

"So, what do we need to do?" a young man with a slightly immature face asked softly.

"Leave our civilization behind." The leader looked directly at the young man and said in a gentle tone.

"Tariq, I met you at an exchange meeting at the Grimm Institute of Science and Technology. You are a 19-year-old physics genius and one of the leaders of the Grimm Navigation Project. Your teacher, Dean Ferdinand, once told me "Grim's breakthrough in theoretical physics is largely due to your achievements in just two years."

Tariq's face was expressionless, "I would rather he tell me this in person."

The leader patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Our spaceship can no longer escape the gravity of the planet. The energy of 6 is not enough to support our continued survival, but it can preserve everything in our past." The leader took the box from Ciel's hand.

"Even if the light of Tarim is extinguished, it should leave our civilization in the universe and declare to all life in the universe that there was a harmonious, united, and strong civilization that was once so brilliant."

The leader straightened his clothes and said seriously

“As Supreme Commander of the Exiled Ship, I propose an emergency vote.

The execution target is the Tarim civilization data storage box.

I propose to abandon the frigates and preserve our civilization. "

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