Lost Fleet (IX)
When Eeth Koth heard Shen-Jon's words, his gaze could not help but turn toward the battered yet still terrifying bulk of the Plague Titan warship.
At this point in the battle, the Separatist fleet's formation was airtight, and the deployment of its thousands of fighters was rational and efficient. Although the battlefield was a chaotic, tangled mess, their operations remained methodical, as though an invisible hand were controlling a vast chessboard.
In terms of fleet command, Sefrans Tann had no equal anywhere in the Milky Way Galaxy!
Eeth Koth was beginning to understand why Shen-Jon had said they needed to kill Sefrans Tann before they could defeat her fleet. This Chiss was truly terrifying...
When two armies faced one another, unless the disparity in strength was overwhelming, there was simply no way to defeat her!
The raids on Sarapin, Christophsis, and Kato Neimoidia—one brilliant and unexpected victory after another had demonstrated her ability... So the one who had truly been arrogant was himself?!
Eeth Koth gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "What plan do you have to kill Sefrans Tann?"
"No plan. Just cover me with everything you have and let my warship get close to the Plague! The Plague has no shields now—I can board it directly!" Shen-Jon said in a deep voice.
Eeth Koth looked over the utterly chaotic battlefield, slammed a fist onto the console, and shouted, "Then do it!"
With that, he stripped off his coarse robe, hurried to the Hangar Platform, and leaped into his Delta-7 fighter. Over the communicator, he said, "The fighter squadrons will continue covering the Marines as they board and seize the Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser! All other ships, charge the Plague with full force!"
At his command, every warship in the Republic fleet began turning, then drove their