Of course, Yu Lian was angry, but he was also rather surprised to find that he wasn't the least bit surprised. If anything, he even felt strangely reassured.
He'd long known that, given the usual conduct of the bigwigs back on Earth, it was already asking a lot for them to go a whole year of war without causing trouble, stirring things up, or making a spectacle of themselves—instead simply behaving like reliable, capable leaders.
Now that the various fronts had stabilized, the Commonwealth's surroundings were more peaceful than at any time since the war began. Of course, every military commander with even a modicum of judgment knew this was merely the last calm before the storm.
But the grand gentlemen would never see it that way. Instead, they'd get the mistaken impression that everything was under their control.
They'd even think that, now the war had entered a stable phase, Earth was naturally safe.
It couldn't be helped. The grand gentlemen who occupied the highest seats of power were always full of such unrealistic fantasies about the war's progress, its shifts, and what it all meant.
Under those circumstances, it was only natural that they'd want to make a show of their affection. And the one thing they could influence during the war that also involved at least a little constructive work was probably the rebuilding of the Home Fleet.
Sound logic. Perfectly reasonable. Yu Lian nodded emphatically.
The combat group known as the "Home Fleet" or the "Solar System Fleet" commanded the Blue Star Commonwealth's largest number of dreadnoughts and cutting-edge battleships. It was first in line for the latest weapons, and received the best crews and commanders. The last part was debatable after the fleet had seen actual combat, but before the war with the Empire broke