Can Ci Pin/Imperfections(残次品)BL by Priest

Prologue Chapter 1

T/N: Names are written in first name - last name order ^^

Chapter 1 Prologue

New Sidereal Calendar, Year 270, March 6th

The Interstellar Union announced an emergency command calling Jingheng Lin, the commodore of the Silver Fortress, back to the capital planet Wotto to be interrogated immediately.

Jingheng Lin brazenly refused.

The headline of the next day's Wotto Daily was furious— "Are you revolting against the IU, Jingheng Lin?"

By the end of March, the Silver Fortress was fully blockaded. Approximately five hundred hyperspace heavy mechs were positioned outside the artificial atmosphere. The elites of the Silver Fortress were about ready to kill their colleagues. Both sides refused to compromise. The deadlock lasted for almost 48 hours until the evening of 26th.

Guard captain Lorde placed rum and the ice cubes on the table quietly, standing at attention.

The commodore standing at the window snapped his fingers, gesturing for him to stay.

Commodore Lin, who was known throughout the eight major galaxies as a tyrant, was a tall man. From the strands of his hair to the buckle on his belt, every bit of him was perfectly neat and proper. His entire person was permeated by a sense of icy coldness; the kind that comes from something being seamlessly put together. He added a few ice cubes into the glass, a holographic image encircling his left ear — his communication was on, which indicated that he was talking to someone right now.

Thanks to advancements in communication technology, phones were connected to a "personal terminal" so that people didn't have to speak out loud. Instead, they could simply think, and signals from the brain would arrive straight to the opposite receiver. This way, privacy was ensured. The only way to figure out whether the call was a friendly chat or a stern talking-to was to watch the expression on the caller's face.

However, Captain Lorde, who was standing there silently, couldn't figure out anything from the commodore's face.

Nowadays, modern society encouraged bluntness, openness, and outspokenness. Therefore, Lin's old-fashioned reserved and closed-off nature was considered out of step with the times. The press and his political opponents used these aspects of his personality to attack him, criticizing him as a scheming and conceited tyrant.

Said scheming commodore ended the call. Savoring the aftertaste of the rum, he spoke to Lorde nonchalantly.

"The admiral has asked me to make a strategic compromise –– and our agreement is that I have to go back to Wotto first."

Lorde was confused for a moment.

"A strategic compromise." Commodore Lin mockingly repeated, sneering and turning his head to look at the current news.

The news in Wotto was all over the situation with the Silver Fortress.

The new secretary-general was standing in front of the parliament building of the capital planet, addressing the press, "To me, Commodore Lin is my schoolmate, my friend, and most of all, my family. I swear on my career, my dignity, my everything, that Commodore Lin is loyal to Wotto. He will never betray Wotto. I know for sure that he will never betray the Interstellar Union. As far as I'm concerned, these questions about his loyalty are all slanderous!"

Commodore Lin crunched an ice cube, listening to the passionate speech.

"Jingheng, please, please give me a minute if you are watching," The secretary-general looked deeply into the camera's lens, "Do not let the false accusations disturb you. Do not let the misunderstanding become a conflict which will only hurt your loved ones and benefit your enemies. Please, come back! Jingshu and I are both waiting for you in Wotto. You still have family in Wotto, Jingheng!"

Then a woman beside Secretary-General Golden appeared on the screen. She was extremely pale, wearing only black clothes and no makeup, and the only color on her face came from her black eyes and eyebrows; however, nothing could diminish her amazing beauty even a bit.

Jingshu Lin was Commodore Lin's sister. She married Golden, the man who had the greatest future in all the Seven Galaxies in the IU, a year ago.

Mrs. Golden, surrounded by bodyguards, didn't say a word. She looked away into the air daintily like a delicate doll.

Commodore Lin was not touched at all. He turned to his guard captain, "What do you think of the secretary-general?"

Lorde answered cautiously, "He really is something."

"Yeah, 'something' indeed. He's pretty much perfect in every way, except for the tone of that speech; I bet people who don't know us think I'm having an affair with my brother-in-law" Jingheng laughed and turned off the screen, finishing off the rum, "That was far too cheesy."