“Received.”

Another short message arrived through the private Star Link network immediately after the first. 

“Good job.
I await your return.”

“Okay.”

Louie drifted into a dream. 

She dreamed of the first time she had gone out on assignment.
Martha had sent her a “I await your return,” she had not done anything, but when she did return, Martha had, with the unperturbed countenance indistinguishable from those of the military academy, had asked her, “Why did you not reply to me?”

And so, each time she replied with an “okay.”

Afterward, regardless of her assignment, whether short-term or long-term, they had a tacit understanding. 

She dreamt of Martha dragging her into the abyss with those words. 

Her first time dreaming of Martha. 

Her second time dreaming of returning. 

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Her third time dreaming of the abyss. 

Her infinite time dreaming of all the ways they fit together. 

The moment Louie struggled awake from the nightmare, the room’s induction lights began to glow dimly. 

The lighting system imitated the brightness of the sun as it rises from the horizon.
Bit by bit, after a long time, the room was illuminated as bright as the daytime. 

Louie instinctively checked her notifications on Star Link and found that Martha had sent her a temporary message the previous night—An order from Almia. 

Almia was a name used in the past solely for addressing the supreme commander of the Almians.
Each successive generation used this address.
However, after the establishment of the military academy, the populace prefered to use the Federation address of Academy Commandant. 

“Your mission debrief will be personally handled by the supreme commander.
You must report to the supreme commander as soon as you return to the Origin Planet.”

After Martha brought her back from Earth, she settled on Almia.
Her bloodline and identity both became Almian. 

Louie’s gaze fell on the clock in the corner: 4:30 AM. 

No matter how she cut it, it really could not be called ‘“late.”

Louie was a little surprised.
She had not expected to sleep that long this time. 

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She had always been a light sleeper.
Each time she fell asleep, she would not be able to sleep for long, as multiple nightmares would startle her awake.
The test results stated that it could be due to the influence of her Earthen genes, but this undoubtedly made her become a natural weapon useful for undercover assignments. 

When Louie had attended AIMA, her classmates had been keen to give her the nickname “the sleepless sword of Damocles.”[1]

You never knew what she would do while you were sleeping. 

And this sleepless sword of Damocles was currently facing the problem of a century. 

The ship’s floating interface displayed a string of words in a strictly business-like manner: “Would you care to make breakfast for yourself? We will sincerely provide any raw ingredient you wish to use.”

Louie rubbed her forehead——the designers of the ‘freedom of manual operation faction’ even made the food self-serve. 

She really hated the taste of the nutrient packs. 

But if she were to cook for herself…

Let’s just go with the nutrient pack. 

The author has something to say:

Martha is not a cp. 

Those warriors who made it through the first three chapters, leave a comment so I can get familiar, thank you.

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