The bridge of the Fallen Angel.
"What? Cease all fire and stand by in place?" Catherine had been handling the fleet's routine training matters. At the news, she looked up at Captain Emilia in astonishment.
Emilia spread her hands helplessly. "Apparently, the order came directly from Congress."
"Hmm... it probably has something to do with that threat from the Kara Civilization..." Catherine folded her arms, looking thoughtful.
Nie Yun's conversation with the two commanders while posing as Black Steward had been secret. After all, information about the Cosmic Wonder had to remain confidential. But the threatening message he had previously sent in the Kara Civilization's name had been an unencrypted public transmission, and the Fallen Angel had naturally received its contents.
"Maybe Congress was worried the Kara Civilization would blow up Kara Star, so they had no choice but to compromise and agree to a ceasefire. But are we really going to give up on Kara Star just like that?" Emilia nodded, frowning.
"No. If we were giving up, the order wouldn't be to stand by in place. It would be to withdraw outright." Catherine shook her head.
"Well, at least this gives our troops a little more breathing room in their training schedule." Emilia sounded somewhat relieved.
Catherine, their nominal acting commander, was excellent in every respect-except that her training requirements were strict enough to put her firmly in the drill instructor from hell category.
Mecha combat, gunnery, fleet battles, tactical simulations, electronic warfare-they cycled through training twenty-four hours a day. For some unknown reason, she was especially fond of boarding drills.
Boarding drills involved using warships to provide covering fire and the Mecha Forces to draw enemy fire, then deploying small landing craft to storm enemy ships and engage in close combat.
The drills were so frequent that