"Stealth Special Operations Ships? Damn it! What do we do? Take them out, now!!" The imperial colonel commander was beside himself with rage. He was not even a second-rate officer, but a third- or fourth-rate staff officer. Naturally, he knew about Stealth Special Operations Ships from the Imperial Navy manual, but he had no idea how to deal with them.
"F-fighter squadrons!" Another operations staff officer beside him raised his hand timidly. "The Naval Operations Manual says fighter squadrons can be used to scout out and destroy those Stealth Special Operations Ships."
It was not entirely his fault for being so timid and weak. In an environment like the Imperial Navy, speaking carelessly could mean being held accountable. Everyone sought no merit, only no fault. In a battle that clearly looked like the sky was falling, daring to speak up and offer an opinion already made him an exceptionally brave naval officer.
"Our fighter squadrons! Uh..." The operations commander had just been about to order the fighter squadrons into action when he suddenly realized—where were they supposed to get fighter squadrons? Every fighter had either been shot down or followed the enemy into the Death Star!
At last, he reacted. "Order the Light Cruiser Squadron to return and reinforce us immediately! Destroy every one of those Stealth Special Operations Ships!"
The fifty Aquitenes-class light cruisers immediately abandoned their attack on the transport ships, turning back to defend the Imperial-class Star Destroyers. The Purification-class stealth special operations ships were indeed severely restricted, no longer able to threaten the Imperial-class Star Destroyers.
At this point, the vast fleet of transport ships finally lost its threat. They flew into Tarassia's atmosphere one after another, with some even heading directly toward the Death Star!
The moment the transport ships entered the atmosphere, before they