I want to go home... If it were really the 'Star Wars' universe, we wouldn't be able to resist the terrifying Star Destroyer... Alan Taylor covered his forehead and remained silent for a long time. The joy that the Kushan Mothership will go from game to reality vanished into nothing. 

  

"Okay, Jaspar Cata, my chief of staff, can you help me count how many defenses forces we have?" Alan Taylor calmed down and decided to struggle.  

  

Jaspar Cata immediately entered the role and answered confidently: "We have 5 Arrow-class Scout and 5 Blade-class Interceptor."  

  

Alan Taylor kept looking at him with a smile on his face, and there was an awkward silence for a while. After more than ten seconds, he smiled again and said, "Go on, I'm waiting."  

  

"That's all."  

  

Poof! Alan Taylor almost spit out a mouthful of blood, "No, this mothership carrying 650,000 people only has 5 Scouts for reconnaissance and 5 Interceptor fighters to protect it?!" 

  

Jaspar Cata quickly lowered his head and replied, "Sorry, Administrator, the trip log has completely disappeared, so I have no idea what happened earlier during the trip. The reality is that now we only have these small spaceships to protect us." 

  

"Main brain, show the data and let me take a look. If the five basic combat fighters want to protect this mothership their performance must be comparable to that of the Destiny Gundam..." Alan Taylor leaned back in his seat and said. 

  

The holographic projection in front of me showed a crude and ugly triangular small spaceship coming out, and the voice of the Main Brain came, [This is an Arrow-class Scout fighter, 14.3 meters length. Has no hyperspace jump capability or atmospheric combat capability. The maximum acceleration is 1000 m/s2, and it is equipped with two primary electromagnetic cannons. In order to make room for the 'Speed Burst', the two cannons are arranged on the left side of the hull and have a small amount of ammunition.] 

  

Then the projection was replaced with a slightly stockier spaceship with a rectangular hull, the cockpit protruding out on the right side of the hull, and two six-barrel electromagnetic cannons installed in the middle. The Main Brain continued, [This is a Blade-class Interceptor fighter, 20 meters length. Has no hyperspace jump capability or atmospheric combat capability. The maximum acceleration is 975 m/s2, and two six-barreled electromagnetic cannons are installed.] 

  

Alan Taylor was completely stunned. 

  

“Administrator, what’s wrong with you?” Jaspar Cata quickly came over and asked.  

  

It took Alan Taylor a while before he recovered, he coughed dryly and said, "That means we are basically undefended now, right? Where is the Main Brain? Give me an explanation! Do you want me to start colonizing with just this?" 

  

[There is no record in the database of how our Mothership started its colonization plan. But what is certain is that we do have very few things, and the Mothership originally had a dock module that could build a cruiser, but in order to carry 5 billion frozen embryos, the huge embryo bank took up most of the space. Before a separate space dock is built, it currently only has the ability to produce fighter jets and transport ships.] 

  

“What if an enemy attacks? What should we do?” Alan Taylor asked, rubbing his forehead.  

  

[According to preliminary scans, there are no other habitable planets within 50 light-years of this system, so this colony has a minimum level of security.] 

  

"It's okay, Administrator! We have very complete spaceships designs in our database!" Jaspar Cata comforted him, with a bit of pride in his voice, "Have you forgotten? It was you who gave us this infinite honor by giving us the qualification to board this incomparable mothership!" 

  

“Database? Main Brain, what’s in our database?” Alan Taylor turned around and asked. 

  

[There are many other spaceships designs in the database, including giant motherships with a length of more than 74,000 meters. But to build these spaceships, it is not enough to have the designs. The scientific research department needs to convert these data into production capabilities, which requires a lot of time and resources.] 

  

Alan Taylor's heart moved, and he quickly asked: "Show me what spaceships there are?"  

  

The data and entries on the screen immediately appeared in front of him, making him dizzy. There are not only spacecrafts, but also a variety of scientific and technological data covering people's livelihood, society, culture and other aspects.  

  

This made him a little curious. In his memory, the game 'HomeWorld' should not have so many spaceships. Even if you count several works in the 'Homeworld' series together, there are no more than 100 types. So where do all these designs come from? 

  

However, at this moment, some familiar designs passed in front of Alan Taylor's eyes... 

  

Wait a minute...Raven-class Battleship? Minotaur-class Battlecruiser? Kol-class Battleship? Orion-class Assault Carrier? Infinity-class Supercarrier? Seeing these familiar names and familiar shapes, Alan Taylor's mouth opened wider and wider, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.  

  

"What's going on? This gorgeous database...does it include the data of all space science fiction games?" Alan Taylor murmured.  

  

[To be precise, it is the &&*%$#%$# system error*(^%$$ that the author has played, repaired.] The Main Brain suddenly made a noise, and then said. [These designs originally existed in the database. There is no other information, including source.] 

  

"Wait a minute! Then the spaceship that you said has a length of more than 74,000 meters... Couldn't it be..." Alan Taylor suddenly thought of something and quickly searched it in the list. Sure enough, an extremely gorgeous golden battleship appeared in front of him, "A... ...Spear of Adun? It’s really the Spear of Adun! The Arkship of the Protoss in 'StarCraft'!"  

  

[Yes, the name of this Arkship is the Spear of Adun, with a total length of 74,400 meters.] 

  

"Can we build the Spear of Adun? What are the conditions?" Alan Taylor was so excited that his voice trembled.  

  

[Now we have no possibility of building the Spear of Adun. Even if we can meet the workers and resources, the huge gap in production technology makes it impossible for us to build even a small part of the Spear of Adun. We need to wait until our scientific research department can analyze and digest the data of the Spear of Adun before we can start construction.] 

  

Alan Taylor also smiled bitterly. He immediately understood that this result was foreseeable, "Ah, I know. The Protoss's technology system is completely different from ours. It is impossible to build such a thing."  

  

“Administrator, what is the Protoss?” Jaspar Cata asked.  

  

"Nothing. Let's filter these unrealistic projects and look at the spaceships we can build now." Alan Taylor waved his hand and said.  

  

[The production line on the mothership can only produce two types of fighters, the Arrow-class Scout and the Blade-class Interceptor. There is also a small transport ship that can transport goods between the planet and the mothership. To build a larger spaceship, you need to build the space dock. In addition, there are some technologies whose production processes are close to ours. The scientific research department should be able to complete the analysis soon. Do you need to list them?] 

  

"Forget it, we don't have the space and resources to devote to scientific research now." Alan Taylor shook his head and re-entered the state, turned to the civilian staff and said, "Have the supplies on the mothership been sorted out?" 

  

"It has been sorted out. As the core computer said, our material inventory has been significantly lower than the red line. People from the Department of Agriculture just sent news that most of the crops in the hydroponic cabin have withered. The main reason is that the hydroponic cabin machinery Malfunction." A female clerk replied, "So, the best way is to start landing as soon as possible, we should be able to find food on the planet."  

  

"Jaspar Cata, please arrange to produce 5 more Arrow-class Scout and 20 Blade-class Interceptor. Wake up 20 pilots and first ensure the basic safety of the mothership. Then, send a transport plane to reconnoiter the small forested moon that orbited the gas giant and determine the landing site. Wake up another 50 Marines and be on standby. What is our Army equipment?" 

  

“5,000 assault rifles, 200 general-purpose machine guns, and 100 pistols, that’s all.” Jaspar Cata looked at the supplies. 

  

These things are not even electromagnetic weapons... Alan Taylor was about to cry. He waved his hands and said, "Well, at least hunting some ordinary animals and people is enough. You can arrange these things as soon as possible."  

  

"Yes!" Jaspar Cata quickly stood at attention and saluted, and then immediately got into work.  

  

"By the way, there is one more thing." Alan Taylor thought for a while and called Jaspar Cata, "Now this is the starting point of our journey in this strange universe. From now on, we will name this habitable moon, Dawn Planet! This will also be our new home!"  

  

"Yes! Dawn Planet! This is our new home!" Jaspar Cata was extremely excited and saluted heavily.  

  

Everyone else on the command bridge immediately stood up, and then applauded, transmitting their enthusiasm to each other. 

  

Looking at the cheering crowd, Alan Taylor sighed, but there was no joy on his face, and he sat back in his seat blankly. After experiencing the surprise just now, my mood gradually began to feel low. Although he was the recipient of applause and praise, he was beginning to doubt. 

  

Before transmigrating, he had just graduated from a good university and was ready to work. He was full of yearning for everything in life, but now he came to this place... His previous life was completely far away from him, and he also had to shoulder the responsibilities bear the burden of hundreds of thousands of people.  

  

He has not forgotten that dream, and the cosmic battlefield of 'Star Wars' in the dream. If it is really 'Star Wars', then the war that broke out in it can be said to be on the scale of the entire galaxy. The people who participated in this war maybe it's measured in billions or trillions, but what he has in his hand is really nothing.  

  

“Is it really Star Wars...” Alan Taylor sighed secretly.