"Enough. Pull back." Tang Xiao's figure, clad in a black cloak within the hyperspace communications hologram, looked incomparably sinister.
Sefrans Tann was somewhat dissatisfied. "I'm in the Republic's Core Worlds right now. I can come and go as I please—they'll never catch me! Yet I can threaten their heartland at any time, strike whenever I want, and leave whenever I want. Why should I retreat?"
Tang Xiao said coldly, "This is no longer a military matter. It is a political matter."
Tang Xiao was somewhat dissatisfied with the earlier aerial battle over Nubian Planet. From his perspective, raiding Kato Neimoidia had been perfectly timed, attacking the Republic's supply lines had been the icing on the cake, but directly attacking Nubian Planet had been entirely superfluous.
Of course, as he had said, these were political considerations rather than military ones.
From Sefrans Tann's perspective, her choice was beyond reproach. It could even be called a textbook raid: coming and going freely in the enemy's core territory. Nothing could strike a harder blow against the enemy's morale.
But now, it was time to stop. Tang Xiao knew that if this continued, the fire might spread to the Trade Federation. At this stage, unlike two years later, the Galactic Republic was not ready, the Confederacy of Independent Systems was not ready, and the Trade Federation was even less ready.
To put it bluntly, the time was not ripe.
If the matter escalated further, it might force the Trade Federation to withdraw from the Confederacy of Independent Systems. That would be extremely bad.
As the saying went, too much was as bad as too little. That was precisely the situation now. He wanted to pull the Trade Federation onto his chariot and at least ensure that Nute Gunray would not surrender outright as he