"Then in that case, this fleet will be under my control. You'd better not get in my way!" Darth Malthael said in a low voice.
"Do as you please. I'll just wait here. If that Darth Malthael you mentioned can't give me an answer, I have plenty of ways to make you regret it." Arden Lyn walked over to the captain's chair, sat down, and crossed her legs.
"Hmph!" Darth Malthael snorted and started toward the exit.
But after only a few steps, a sudden breeze rose behind him, and Arden Lyn's voice sounded at his back. "When did I say you were allowed to leave?"
Darth Malthael's Force sense prickled as though pierced by needles. He knew that if he made the slightest move, this clone body would be finished here.
He turned his head slightly. "How am I supposed to take control of this fleet if I don't leave?"
"That's your problem, not mine." Arden Lyn sneered. "Bring Darth Malthael here. Then, after seeing the answer you give me, I'll decide how to deal with you."
"You should know that the one you are speaking of so disrespectfully is one of only two Sith Lords in this Milky Way Galaxy," Darth Malthael said blandly.
"Darth Sidious does indeed make me extremely wary. But Darth Malthael... heh. If he could teach a disciple like you, I'd say his strength is nothing special. No wonder Sidious drove him to the fringe of the Milky Way Galaxy, where he doesn't dare show his face..." Arden Lyn mocked.
Darth Malthael narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.
Under the current circumstances, Rendili StarDrive held a slight advantage. Their attacks on both the Planetary Shield control center and the anti-orbital weapon bases had achieved some success. They also controlled nearly half the space defense