Gideon Tarkin stared blankly at the fragments and wreckage scattering not far from him, his mind unable to process it for a moment.
But then he realized what this terrifying situation meant! That cloaked probe had come so close that he could see it with his naked eye!
What did that mean? It meant the enemy had practically been pressed against the bridge of his warship, peering inside! And throughout this entire time, neither the 150 capital ships nor the powerful planetary sensors at the military base on Charos IV had detected it!
Moreover, if it had merely been scouting the movements of his fleet's main force, there would have been no need to risk destruction by infiltrating so closely. There was only one possibility—it had been eavesdropping on conversations aboard his flagship!
The enemy might have already grasped all of his tactical intentions. They might even have infiltrated every detail of the Imperial Twelfth Army's command chain!
Panic instantly filled Gideon Tarkin's mind. Cold sweat soaked through the back of his uniform, and his fingers dug hard into the metal frame beside the viewport as he tried to suppress the intense unease in his heart.
He took several deep breaths before finally forcing down the anxiety within him.
Gideon Tarkin suddenly turned around and shouted, "Who is the commander of this mysterious fleet?!"
The adjutant shook his head blankly. "I don't know... We have no leads at all."
"How can we not even know something this basic?" Gideon Tarkin grew increasingly agitated. He shouted, "Give those rebels money! Their Borsk Feliya! Give him money, and he'll definitely give us the intelligence! He'd love nothing more than to see us and the Separatists fight to mutual destruction!"
The adjutant continued shaking his head. "We truly don't know. We contacted Borsk