Northern Front Turmoil (11)
Countless streaks of light flashed brilliantly beyond the window. Stare at them for too long, and dizziness would quickly set in.
At that moment, Longo, Fleet Commander of the Galactic Republic's Eighth Army, was feeling equally restless. He ordered the armored shutters over the bridge windows closed—out of sight, out of mind.
The frustration in his heart seemed to have come from nowhere, because by all rights, everything should have been progressing smoothly so far.
The Geth had successfully been lured to Makito, where they were tearing into the Separatists like dogs in a fight. The Eighth Army's territory was currently secure as well. Although the Geth had harassed quite a few places, they had not damaged its foundations.
Coupled with the infighting within the InterGalactic Banking Clan, their pressure would lessen even further.
Perhaps after this operation, he could finally relax a little.
But... intuition was sometimes a truly strange thing. This had originally been nothing more than an opportunistic operation, and he had already prepared himself to sacrifice at least half his warships.
With half his warships remaining and thirty Hunter Class Battlecruisers as a foundation, this operation should have been easy and well within his grasp.
If he could throw thirty Hunter Class ships into the fray for a fight to the death, what situation could he not handle?
Yet this time, why did he keep feeling that something was wrong...?
Forget it! No matter what was happening over there, once they reached Makito, everything would become clear! Republic Navy Admiral Longo shook his head, checked the readings on the navigation computer, and gave the order. "Five seconds to emergence! Prepare for battle!"
A blaze of white light suddenly flashed through the empty void. With each burst of light, a red-and-white Galactic