Watching the images coming in from the sensors, Darth Malthael frowned deeply. That burst of white light was the physical phenomenon produced when a fleet-sized force dropped out of hyperspace!
Sefrans Tann's fleet could not possibly have arrived yet, so there was only one answer—the Galactic Republic's reinforcements had arrived!
"You reacted faster than I expected... Darth Sidious... It seems you had prepared for Rendili long ago. Things are in such chaos on Scipio, yet you still managed to send a fleet here? It looks like you had even prepared a reserve fleet in advance." Darth Malthael muttered to himself as he tapped his communicator.
The call connected, and Bangjila Ulan's hologram appeared. He had changed into military dress, his carefully tailored general's uniform both imposing and luxurious.
Seeing Darth Malthael's withered face, he was clearly startled. Only then did he say, "Lord Archangel of Death, the Galactic Republic fleet has arrived! What should we do?"
Darth Malthael said coldly, "What are you afraid of? The Planetary Shield is already up. This hastily assembled Galactic Republic fleet has no chance of breaking through it!"
"But... our fleet as well..."
Darth Malthael retorted, "Haven't you watched the news? What do you think the Galactic Republic has sent? The main fleet of the Second Systems Army? They're running themselves ragged on Scipio."
Bangjila Ulan lowered his head. "I understand. The matter of the InterGalactic Banking Clan... Your Lordship's boundless wisdom is beyond my reach. Even an existence like the InterGalactic Banking Clan has been toyed with in the palm of your hand."
News that the InterGalactic Banking Clan was about to split in two had already caused an uproar, and the revelations behind it were enough to make one tremble. Thinking that this too had been orchestrated by the Archangel of Death