"Order the aerial patrol units to proceed a thousand kilometers out and establish a defensive line first. At the same time, order all standby units to take off immediately and deploy to the line at top speed!"
Richard's expression remained unchanged as he issued the order in a calm, steady voice.
Upon receiving the order, Paramount raised a hand in salute, then turned and headed out of the office.
Watching Paramount leave, Richard reached out and pressed the communicator's button, placing a call to Supreme Command Headquarters.
After two beeps, the call connected.
Commander-in-Chief Williams's face appeared on the communications screen, followed by his voice from the speaker.
"Richard, what is it?"
Hearing the question, Richard reported the situation and then gave his own assessment.
"Commander, judging from the current situation, the ZAFT forces are very likely trying to destroy Ptolemaios Military Base in order to drive us out of space for good."
Williams considered the possibility, his expression turning grim as he spoke in an extremely stern tone.
"Hold the line at all costs!"
Hearing this, Richard solemnly gave his assurance.
"Please rest assured, Commander. We will defend Ptolemaios Military Base at all costs."
"Mm." Hearing his assurance, Williams's expression eased somewhat, and he spoke in a comforting tone. "Richard, I'll dispatch new troops into space through the spaceport as quickly as possible to support you.
"Additionally, a batch of new weapons will be delivered to Ptolemaios Military Base."
Hearing the reassurance, Richard thanked Williams.
"Thank you, Commander."
Williams nodded lightly before ending the call.
Looking at the disconnected communication, Richard sat in his chair and calmly considered a few matters. After a moment, he made another call.
"Paramount, contact Director Azrael for me."
"Understood, Commander."
PLANT
Aprilia City, District One—
Inside PLANT's highest government office building, Durandal sat