Stars Elite

Congress

The afternoon at the Freedom Alliance's Twenty Division headquarters was no different than noon. The fog was still thick. But when entering the night, it just feels. Visibility is getting closer. No one is active at night if there is nothing to do. When it was night, Darma couldn't sleep. He again remembered his mother who was alone at home thinking her son was working on the Efora Space Station. In fact, he himself was not there. But is in a strange place and unsure of who he really is. Ever since he left Earth and set foot in Efora, strange things happened in his life.

Dharma is apathetic. He didn't care what happened outside the galaxy. As long as it doesn't interfere with his life, he won't bother. However, it seemed that he had to get rid of that thought. Because the more he knows what's going on in this galaxy, the more he has to take part and try to find a way out of the existing problems. Although, he himself is only a speck of dust from the many dust scattered in this galaxy.

Darma pondered again and again. The deeper he contemplated, the heavier his eyes became. He then fell asleep and was awakened by a knock on the door. After getting up while rubbing his eyes, Darma walked towards the door and opened the door. Yora was seen smiling friendly.

"What's wrong Yora?" Darma is still a little sleepy.

"There is not any. I just want to teach you how to use a weapon.”

"What for?"

"Just in case. At least you can use a weapon.”

"I am not interested."

"Do you really want to die silly?"

"You mean?"

“If we are on a mission and face off against an enemy, we must be able to protect ourselves.”

"Does it have to be?"

"Must."

Dharma nodded forcefully. Yora then said that she would wait at the training ground which is located in the opposite tower. Darma nodded. He then closed the door and prepared himself by taking a shower first.

He had just left the room for an hour and walked to the other side of the tower over the bridge. Darma had stopped at the side of the bridge and looked down which was so dark. Instantly his legs trembled slightly. It was terrible to imagine him falling.

Upon arriving, Darma saw a large number of Freedom Alliance members gathered. Wardan, Rex and all the members gathered. They prepare to practice shooting and self-defense.

"Ramna isn't coming?" Darma asked when he first wielded a g*n like a white g*n and shaped like a beetle curved on the upper c**k.

"He's an alchemist. His skills are already qualified to attack the enemy,” Yora answered.

First, Darma was taught the basics of this weapon. To load ammo, simply press the button on the side and the magazine will pop out and can be replaced with a new magazine that is fully loaded with ammunition. For the ammunition itself does not use bullets. It's a kind of blue liquid. If fired, it will come out like a very hot plasma or laser beam with a distinctive sound.

Darma was directed to prepare his horses. Both hands held the grip of the g*n which he then aimed at the mannequin object. His index finger was on the trigger and ready to fire. After the target is locked, Darma pulls the trigger and the g*n releases ammunition that is right at the head of the mannequin. The head of the mannequin was crushed with the remnants of smoke like burning.

"Try to shoot another object," Yora pointed at another mannequin.

Darma shoots all the mannequins by aiming them slowly for accurate results. This was understandable because he was holding a g*n for the first time.

"Enough," said Yora, clapping her hands.

Furthermore, Darma was taught martial arts. But since Darma was very layman, he was only taught basic techniques by Wardan. Before starting the exercise, a warm-up is carried out. Only then did the practice begin. Basic techniques such as kicks and punches are taught by Wardan. How casually Wardan taught this basic technique. So Darma feels comfortable when practicing. Even Darma did not feel that time had run out.

"We will finish this training first."

Wardan stood up straight. He then bowed. And all the members who were practicing disbanded respectively.

Darma and Yora walked out. And they met Ramna who was waiting for them.

"How was your training?" Ask Raman.

"It's still vague. I wonder where the captains of the first division get their strength from.”

“Basically, their nation is strong. The creatures in this galaxy are unique. Some were ordinary like most of the inhabitants of Earth and Euphora. There are also outstanding ones like the residents of Manda, and the home planet of the captains of the first division.”

Dharma is silent.

“Also, there are strengths that other nations cannot learn and only one nation can learn from.”

"What's that?" Dharma is curious.

“An example is the Captain of the Green Alliance Division One. She is a woman from the planet Elfor. She has the power of telekinesis. Besides being able to fly, she can also make objects fly and hit them at the objects she wants."

"What a terrible power they have."

"That's why the captains of the first division of the five strongest alliances and our alliance are often dubbed the strongest beings in this galaxy."

“I think that nickname is a bit too much.”

"I agree," said Yora.

"There are still other captains. You still remember that each alliance has ten divisions?”

Dharma nodded.

“That means, put together, there are fifty divisions of the five strongest alliances. Indirectly, there are fifty strong people. Neither in terms of their physical strength, nor their military strength.”

"I can't imagine it."

“But what often comes to the fore is the captains of the first division. The rest, almost never in the news. Even though divisions two to five have strong captains, they may be on other missions.”

“That means their strength is centered on the first division?”

Raman nodded.

“So, apart from division one, the other divisions are like reserves. And only do small missions,” said Ramna.

Darma is increasingly confused by the complexity of the problems in this galaxy.

***

It's only natural that if there is a meeting of important people, everything is well prepared. A very large palace on a planet located in the region of the star Sangga, is holding a meeting. Not an ordinary meeting. Rather it is a meeting of commissioners or planetary leaders who are members of the Green Alliance.

This palace is truly magnificent. If you look at it, it's like a palace for the giants. Inside has been prepared a long table consisting of thirty-five seats. Green flags bearing the image of a black scratch mark fluttered everywhere. Even the walls of the palace were very large and high were covered by a green cloth whose image was the same as the image of the flag.

This preparation was made to discuss the continuity of the Green Alliance. A regular meeting that is held if there is a discussion that must be discussed.

Large planes descended on a large field. The plane belongs to the commissioners. Thirty-five planes were parked neatly and heavily guarded. Meanwhile, the commissioners have been escorted to the palace using a smaller plane.

They all sat in their respective chairs. Food and drinks are served. They really look like the elite. Luxurious and expensive clothes. Each was accompanied by an aide.

In front, there is a large pulpit that is directly opposite the table of the commissioners. After the banquet was over, the Commander of the Green Alliance who was muscular in body, always wore a headgear, had a whitish yellow skin, and already looked old went up to the pulpit and began to talk about what would be discussed this time.

"Attention commissioners please. We will discuss the problem of too many divisions in our alliance," said the Commander-in-Chief

All the commissioners mumbled.

To be continued...