846, Lost Fleet (17)
21 BBY, Galactic Standard Time, January 16, 4:22 a.m.
Halm system, Galactic Republic 20th Army fleet, flagship Elder, bridge.
Octavian Grant, governor of the 20th Army, watched the clock nervously. There were 570 seconds left on the countdown!
Cold sweat dripped from his temples as he clenched his fists so tightly they trembled. Nearly every report coming from the Blade Fleet was bad news...
Just half an hour ago, a Separatist Luukri-Hok-class battleship had suddenly entered hyperspace and vanished before everyone's eyes. At the time, Octavian had hoped that it was merely trying to flee, or making a desperate, random jump in a panic.
But news soon came from the Blade Fleet: that Luukri-Hok-class battleship had appeared there! Although it had been heavily damaged in a collision with the Plague after jumping in, it had still brought a large number of reinforcements!
What was more, once the Luukri-Hok-class battleship equipped with an advanced high-powered electronic jamming system arrived, the Separatists immediately took control of the battlefield's electromagnetic environment, cutting off communications with the Blade Fleet!
"Why... can they jump ahead of schedule?!" Octavian gripped his communicator viciously through gritted teeth. He lacked the strength to crush it, but his grip still made the device creak.
"It is said that powerful Force users can do this... This means there should be a fallen Jedi Knight aboard that Separatist ship. Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is currently on his way here. He can also help us make hyperspace jumps without navigation..." the adjutant said respectfully from the side.
"It's too late..." Octavian drew a deep breath. "This hyperspace tide is our last chance."
"Actually..." The adjutant cautiously glanced at Octavian. "The Staff Department's recommendation is... retreat. The situation with the Blade Fleet does not look good. In the worst-case