"Resonance?" Wilhuff Tarkin was stunned by the word, so full of life, being used to describe a cold fleet.
The engineer nodded. "This resonance is intermittent, but whenever it occurs, it's as if the Separatist warship engines are linked together. How should I explain it...?"
As he spoke, he kept gesturing, trying to convey the concept in the simplest terms to the layman Wilhuff Tarkin. "...Say ten Separatist warship engines each need to provide 100 units of energy. Originally, that was their individual task. But now, this resonance combines the engines of those ten warships, effectively turning them into one engine that provides 1,000 units of energy... The total amount hasn't changed, but..."
"But after becoming a single unified whole, their efficiency is greatly improved while operating?" Tarkin finally understood.
"Exactly." The engineer adjusted his glasses. "So whenever this resonance occurs, the Separatist warships' energy output briefly peaks. Their shield strength and firepower both increase. Fortunately, this technology is probably still immature on the Separatist side and cannot be sustained for long."
Tarkin took a deep breath. "Any other intelligence?"
The engineer nodded and pointed at the holographic tactical star map. "The core of this resonance comes from these warships... the Separatists' new warships."
Tarkin looked over, his gaze falling on the ten grotesque-looking warships at the center of the Separatist fleet. "Durov-class Battlecruisers. That is the name our Intelligence Department obtained by intercepting and decrypting Separatist communications."
He fell silent again, staring at the ever-changing formations on the star map. His teeth clenched so hard they creaked. "Sefrans Tann!! In the end, you only gained an advantage by relying on these bizarre technologies! What do you think you are!? You're nothing more than a refugee from the Unknown Regions!!"
Bang!! For the nth time, he slammed his fist onto