Battle of Rendili (13)
Darth Malthael paused again, glanced up at Jesse Darlen, then looked at the holographic star map and suddenly understood. "Oh~~ So those three are Knight-class Star Destroyers. I thought they were Imperial-class. Whatever, the result's about the same."
"My lord, what should I do now? Please think of something..." Jesse Darlen was at his wit's end. He said anxiously, "My lord, you don't want to see the Rendili fleet wiped out either, do you?"
At those words, the corner of Darth Malthael's mouth twitched slightly. His face immediately darkened, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible force instantly sent Jesse Darlen, far away aboard the flagship, flying.
Jesse Darlen slammed into the bridge wall, completely dazed. He had no idea which part of his perfectly normal words had been wrong, or how he had managed to offend this lord.
At that moment, another somewhat flippant voice came from beside Jesse. "Yo, what did you do to piss him off that badly? Forget it, you still look too dumb. Haven't you noticed that they're trying to raid our right flank? Once the right flank collapses, there'll be no point fighting this battle in space. We might as well surrender."
The newcomer was Cun Te.
He walked to the communicator and smiled faintly at Darth Malthael. "Leave this to me, buddy. Before I became a mercenary, I served in the Navy. I was only a pilot, but I know a thing or two about command."
"I thought you had already left," Darth Malthael said flatly.
"I always see things through to the end. That's one of my virtues," Cun Te said.
Darth Malthael nodded. "Then I'll leave the fleet to you."
Cun Te waved a hand and cut off the communication directly.
He then walked over,