The entire Galactic Empire had only twenty active Titans, yet so many had been deployed in a tiny star system like Saide. Not even the Marauders during the War of Judgment, or back in the Seventh Galactic War, had ever received this kind of treatment.
Look at all this pomp and circumstance. It was almost embarrassing. Sobek couldn't help thinking so, but more than anything, he felt grateful.
Then came Marshal Ikenroga's next order: "Hold your position and remain on alert. Prepare to take in escape pods and wounded personnel."
Of course, even holding their position at the original jump point, they were still less than half an hour from the main rescue fleet. They were nowhere near safe yet. But... as the saying went, all feelings of safety and happiness were relative.
At least Sobek felt that he had been rescued, and the relief of surviving a near-death experience filled him with happiness.
As for their own warships being slaughtered... He grieved for the comrades they had lost, of course, but what could he do about it? That was life! That was war!
Fortunately, perhaps the Community fleet had also learned that reinforcements were coming. After leaving wreckage strewn across the area, they didn't pursue the fleeing ships. Instead, they regrouped, kept their bows pointed forward in a guarded formation, and retreated at a steady pace toward Saide Fortress.
Of course, the Earth fleet's bows were aimed at the Thunder God, which was coming from Fortress Zero and still more than twenty million kilometers away—not at Sobek's fleet, which was only a million kilometers away and less than twenty minutes from reaching them. It was as if they considered the latter completely beneath notice.
"He's ignoring us! He's insulting us!" Viscount Selulu felt that this was an utter disgrace.