Nightmare That Would Not Fade
"Shen-Jon! What are you doing?!" Eeth Koth shouted furiously over the comms when he saw the movements of those warships.
"Destroy the Plague," Shen-Jon said flatly.
"My combat orders were to attack the Separatist transport ships!" Eeth Koth said, suppressing the anger in his heart.
"The enemy is Sefrans Tann. You have no chance of attacking the transport ships. If you do manage to attack them, that can only mean she wants you to. Only by killing her first can we defeat her fleet!" Shen-Jon said.
Eeth Koth had already been deeply displeased after being forced into contact with Shen-Jon's Dark Side Force during the earlier Force navigation. Now, Shen-Jon's words were dripping with contempt for him, making him even angrier.
Though he did not say so aloud, Eeth Koth had been affected to some extent by his contact with Shen-Jon's Dark Side Force.
"I am the supreme commander here! It is not your place to tell me what to do!" Eeth Koth snapped. "Order all ships to sever their navigation links with Shen-Jon's warship! Reform the formation and attack the Separatist transport ships!"
The few battered Hunter Class ships that had been following Shen-Jon immediately began turning and returned to the formation upon receiving the order.
Shen-Jon looked at the fully prepared Separatist fleet displayed on the sensor screen. After a moment of silence, he ordered his ship back into formation as well.
He truly had resolved to die, but trying to take on the Plague Titan warship alone with a Hunter Class Battlecruiser under these circumstances? Only an idiot would do that.
Still, Shen-Jon's expression was extremely grim. The unkempt stubble on his face concealed his features as he stared silently at the star map.
In fact, while Shen-Jon used the Force