Dawn arrived exceptionally early at Mountain Stone Base.
The Tianshui Star Realm had no moon, but it did have two dim, yellow suns that rose in alternation.
Before the first sun had fully crested the horizon, the sky had already shifted from deep blue to the pale white of dawn. Light filtered through the reinforced glass high in the command tower, spilling across the long table in the conference room.
When Xu Wuyi walked into Conference Room Three, five people were already seated inside.
Han Mo sat at the head of the table. An electronic sea chart was spread out before him, and he swiped a finger across the light screen, marking several flashing red dots.
Tie Zhan sat to his left, repeatedly polishing his dark-red warhammer with a flannel cloth.
Lu Wenquan sat to the right, wearing his signature glasses. His fingers flew across a tactical tablet, occasionally pulling up graphs of Energy parameter curves.
The other two were Zhao Qingwei and Chu Shanhe.
