"That's the situation! We still have four space torpedoes aboard our ship. Using a dreadnought to smash torpedoes into them doesn't sound very professional, but your ship is professional. Once you dock with us, take the torpedoes immediately. We've already brought along everything else we could use. You have exactly twenty minutes to get ready. Then give chase! At the very least, make sure that disgusting auntie ship doesn't get away!"
Major General Bifick's face was pale beneath the bandage wrapped around his head, as if he'd lost too much blood. But his expression and eyes were vividly alive. With his teeth clenched like that, he looked like a blazing torch, burning with vigorous intensity.
"B-but..." Sobeck felt numb. He'd only wanted to show some comradeship as an Imperial soldier. How had he ended up conscripted?
How was a little cruiser... no, he wasn't even its captain. How had he been ordered to pursue a dreadnought? Sure, the Marauders' two capital ships were riddled with holes, and it was only by the grace of the spirits of the universe that they could still drift along. But a dreadnought was still a dreadnought!
"That's an order! You've already accepted this ship's command!" This time, Major General Bifick didn't yell. Instead, he lowered his voice and rasped, "Colonel Sobeck, check whether the thing between your legs can still get hard! If it can, then charge in and bring me back those tentacled heads!"
The wounded general was like an injured tiger, his presence all the more formidable for it. Sobeck didn't dare hesitate any longer. He jumped, snapped his legs together, and saluted. "Understood! I won't let you down!"
There was no helping it. The man was a general and a hereditary noble. Sobeck was only a colonel. If he kept arguing,