Multiple contacts inbound, Admiral," reported Eclipse.
"Good," I said, nodding as I watched the battle unfold.
We were exploiting their unpreparedness, hitting them with ruthless, pinpoint firepower. Our heavy weapons tore into their ships. Enemy corvettes, the first targets, dropped one after another—shields shattered instantly under the force of capital-grade guns.
Meanwhile, all seven Oblivion-class dreadnoughts were dismantling enemy battlecarriers like their armor was made of paper. Every twenty seconds, four to eight carriers from their lines were gone—vaporized. Our fleet advanced steadily, tight in formation, pushing toward their front.
As we approached firing range for full suppression, I issued the next wave of commands:
"To the fleet admirals of battle groups two through seven—begin interdiction protocol immediately. Second, third, and fourth battle groups—intercept from the left flank. Fifth, sixth, and seventh—same on the right."
My voice stayed calm and measured.
