Unlike the solitude and lifelessness of outer space.
The Forward Base had completely descended into chaos.
Increasingly more citizens hoisted the flag of the Rebel Army, continuously rousing their fellow underclass citizens to join them in resisting the City Council's tyrannical rule.
Initially, the Central Management Committee's attention was captivated by the Interstellar Battleship in near-Earth orbit, leaving no spare energy to handle the riots.
Having missed the best window for suppression, it had now reached a stage where the situation was utterly uncontrollable.
If someone were to fly over the Forward Base and look down now, they'd be shocked to see conflicts of varying intensity erupting everywhere within a thirty-kilometer radius centered around the Forward Base.
Flares spouting from gun muzzles, burning flames, and occasional explosions.
The crowds charged like madmen at anyone with City Council affiliations in front of them.
