"Commander Gray, we're not far from those two planets now."
Tulas studied the holographic projection before him, carefully reviewing the data from within the star system scanned by the Emperor-class Battleship's deep-space radar as he spoke to Gray.
After hearing Tulas's report, Gray also examined the holographic projection in front of him. The entire fleet was now less than a hundred thousand kilometers from the two inhabited planets.
Such a distance was unimaginable within a planet, but in the boundless expanse of space, it was already extremely close. Given the Star Navy warships' performance, they could arrive in a short time.
"After all this time, the people on those two planets must know we're coming by now, right?"
Gray idly tapped his fingers as he looked at the holographic projection before him and asked Tulas.
"The people on both planets already know we're coming. They're urgently organizing their forces to prepare for our attack." Tulas wore a broad smile as well.
Tulas projected the images of the planets' interiors scanned by the deep-space radar, allowing Gray to observe the situation on the planets more clearly.
"Those are transport ships owned by nobles, right? The battle hasn't even started, and these nobles are already fleeing. They lorded it over everyone in peacetime, but the moment danger appeared, they ran."
Gray pointed at the image scanned by the deep-space radar and asked Tulas.
The deep-space radar's projected image showed large numbers of transport ships leaving the planets. These ships bore the crests used by various noble families, making those families easy to identify.
The transports owned by those nobles were rapidly fleeing the spaceports in every direction, hoping to avoid drawing the attention of the swiftly approaching Star Navy Fleet.
As long as the transports did not gather together, there was a