High orbit above Kara Star, aboard the flagship of the Sea Race's garrison squadron.
Space orbit remained the most important fire-suppression hub for subduing a planet, so the Sea Race's army headquarters was located here.
"Sir! Z23 Base has sent an alert. Hound mutants have surrounded their base in enormous numbers. They're requesting fire support!"
"What? Where did the Kara People find the courage to attack our bases head-on? Bring up satellite footage of the battlefield!" The speaker was the Sea Race army commander from the earlier meeting.
His expression was grim. His attempt to smear Alsace at the meeting had failed, and his flattery had backfired as well.
After the meeting, hoping to redeem himself, he had solemnly assured Gustav that he would spare no effort in wiping out the Hound mutants and find and destroy their lair as soon as possible. Yet barely had the words left his mouth when the enemy dared to launch a frontal assault on his colonial base?!
This was nothing short of a blatant slap in the face!
"Uh... sorry, sir. The area around Z23 Base is experiencing a widespread storm. The cloud cover is too thick for us to obtain battlefield imagery!"
"Also, this storm appeared under suspicious circumstances. The meteorological analysis department suspects the enemy artificially created it!"
"Hm? An artificial storm?" The army commander's expression gradually grew serious.
The dense clouds and water vapor would greatly reduce the accuracy and power of Laser Weapons, rendering light-based weapons essentially useless. Meanwhile, Kinetic Weapons and gravity weapons caused too much destruction. Given the distance between the two sides, using either could easily damage the base.
It seemed... the enemy had come prepared!
"Given the enemy's strength, how long can Z23 Base hold out?" he asked.
"According to the intelligence sent by Z23