A commander who knows neither astronomy nor geography, studies neither formation charts nor military dispositions, is a mediocrity. —Fourth Empire Military Academy textbook, Military Formations, Preface.
With communications disrupted, the Second Systems Army's main fleet was completely blinded, reduced to a pack of mutes!
They could, of course, use their sensors and battlefield radar to assess the situation. But without communications, they had lost unified coordination. That might have been manageable if their opponent had been ordinary people, but unfortunately, standing across from them was...
Sefrans Tann, the woman who had risen to the throne of the Milky Way Galaxy's greatest commander through one brilliant victory after another since the outbreak of the war!
"Hold steady! Hold steady!" General Sophronos shouted on the bridge. "We still have the advantage in numbers! Order every ship to hold formation and stop moving around! Restore communications as quickly as possible! Send shuttles to every warship and deliver my orders face-to-face!"
Though he said that, he was still frantic. He strode over to the holographic star map and asked, "What is the Separatist fleet doing now?"
"They're assembling! The Destruction battleship has already left the Electromagnetic Nebula!" the radar officer immediately replied.
"Damn it! Damn it! They want to launch an offensive! No... in this formation... in this formation, they'll defeat us piece by piece! Our opponent is Sefrans Tann!" Admiral Sopronos stared at the battlefield, then slammed the console. "No! Recall the shuttles! Recall them! Change the orders—have every ship close in on one another!"
"General! The first batch of shuttles has already taken off!" The adjutant was sweating profusely as well.
"Didn't you hear me? Recall them?!" Admiral Sopronos roared.
"General, our communications have completely collapsed..." the adjutant said. The implication was clear: if you could call them back, then go