Sefrans Tann sat upright on the bridge of the Destruction battleship. She was no longer issuing combat orders herself, having handed all command duties to the T-series tactical robot beside her.
The tactical robot, designated T-1193, continuously issued commands in its flat tone, directing the warships in the fleet to lock onto their respective targets, cling to those Republic warships fleeing in all directions, and sink them one by one!
A B-1 battle droid beside her brought over a glass of delicious fruit juice. Sefrans Tann parted her cherry-red lips and took a sip. The perfectly balanced sweet-and-sour flavor drove away her fatigue, and she could not help narrowing her eyes before taking another large drink.
She had spent several consecutive days directing high-intensity battles, fighting the two fleets led by Lieutenant General Trinald Skarrid and Lieutenant General Jan Dodonna. Afterward, the Galactic Republic had sent in another reinforcement fleet with a Commander-class Dreadnought!
Even though her command skills far surpassed those two Republic Navy lieutenant generals, she still had to focus completely at a time like this. After all, strictly speaking, the fleet under her command was inferior to the Republic's.
Even so, she had won the battle beautifully in the end. She had scattered the Republic fleet's formation. The Commander-class Dreadnought had tried to flee, only to be struck by the Destruction's high-energy directional ion pulse cannon, reducing its engine output. Then the Destruction caught up and hit it with another ion pulse, finally surrounding the colossal warship.
Now came the time to enjoy the fruits of victory.
Still, she was truly tired.
Sefrans Tann actually wanted to go to sleep right now, but she chose to wait a little longer.
Because the fruit of victory she wanted was still on its way.
Click~~~~ The bridge hatch opened.