Dilimulati was leading his Star Destroyer Mothership Fleet toward the site where they would ambush Silver Fist's fleet.
He suddenly jolted awake from his meditative rest.
He looked into the fish tank beside him.
Inside, an Alien Devil Fish was swimming freely.
They had seized it years ago when they attacked the homeworld of a people called the Prophets.
They had taken it from the hands of a renowned local High Priest.
Rumor had it that this fish could bring its keeper incomparably good fortune.
It could protect its keeper from all danger and hardship.
Over these past decades on the run,
that had indeed proven true, despite a few twists and turns.
With the fish by his side, Dilimulati had somehow escaped danger every single time.
As a result, Dilimulati had come to believe the words of that High Priest more and more.
Yet at this moment, as he looked at the devil fish,
an inexplicable unease arose in his heart.
"How much longer until we reach the ambush site?"
Dilimulati contacted his Chief of Staff, Abudulachiz Kramer, and asked.
"My lord, we are still roughly ten light-years away from the enemy in a straight line."
"They are currently traveling at full speed. It will be very difficult for us to remain stationary and ambush them. We can only intercept them along a crossing route..."
"As for the time, it should be around two hours from now."
Abudulachiz replied.
Two hours...
Dilimulati repeated the words silently.
Then he asked as if nothing were wrong.
"Any news from Bernstein and Azmi?"
Though he appeared calm on the surface, Dilimulati's heart
was once again seized by an unaccountable unease.
The unease was so intense that it even made him want to use the restroom...
"Not yet, my lord. Their communications will