Sobake looked at the colleague on the video feed and couldn't help thinking that his unfocused eyes and broken expression would have been perfect for a horror movie.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he shivered involuntarily.
By comparison, Lieutenant General Midbeche was still relatively composed. He was shocked, but at least he spoke clearly. "He died in the line of duty? The Grand Master Witt had sunk?"
The Grand Master Witt was Lieutenant General Kalaman's flagship, a Corona-class dreadnought. It was a little old-fashioned, but its armor was exceptionally sturdy. It had also undergone a modernization refit this year, with a new engine and power core installed. In terms of survivability, it should have been even better than the Flame Dragon class.
Major General Tucks mumbled, "...The G-Grand Master is all right."
"Then Kalaman..."
"Just the bridge is gone."
Sobake was getting irritated. He figured that if Her Highness Brunhilde were here, she'd first order the major general shot, then replace him with someone who could speak like a normal person.
Sure enough, even Lieutenant General Midbeche, a man of such refinement, couldn't help roaring, "What exactly happened?"
Only then did Major General Tucks seem to recover a little of his senses. He smiled bitterly. "Sir, I truly don't know how to answer you. We still haven't figured out what happened."
Even Sobake, who was especially confident in his own good temper, couldn't help wanting to lose it. But this wasn't the time to get hung up on that. Before long, one of his subordinates reported in.
It was a transmission from a forward reconnaissance ship: "The Earth fleet is moving!"
With Earth fighters providing cover, the Imperial reconnaissance ships had, of course, been too afraid to approach. They had at least managed to stay at the