When the hull of the North Star cruiser, which could only drift in the starry sky, clanked under the foot of the Space Mecha, Steelman understood that his fate was sealed. Without power, any warship was nothing but a living coffin in space!
Steelman sat dazedly at the command console, his hair disheveled, his collar torn open, staring at the control panel with unfocused eyes. Until now, he had no idea how he had lost this battle so cluelessly. He also had no idea who this suddenly emerging opponent was.
However, decades of pirate life had made Steelman more aware than anyone what it meant to win or lose, and what it meant to be wise and adaptable. At this point, any resistance or struggle was meaningless. He tidied his hair and buttoned his collar, making a decisive decision: "Send out the light signal, we surrender!"
