"Diplomat Qingliu, their stratagems have turned into provocation. The Orks' Waaagh! field is strengthening uncontrollably. Skullkrak is preparing to launch an all-out assault." He turned to the communications officer and issued a curt order. "Order all Fire Warrior units to full combat readiness. Move the Hammerhead gunships forward. Have the Tide-class missile boats lock onto the enemy flagship. Contact Mr. Liu Zhipeng and tell him the banquet is about to begin."
The connection was soon established, and Liu Zhipeng's holographic image appeared in the center of the bridge. He still looked as humble and sincere as ever.
"Your Excellency Qingliu, Commander Suisxing," he said with a slight bow. "It seems our voice of peace has roused the anger of the old era's oppressors. We are ready to give everything for the 'Greater Good,' for the freedom of all those enslaved."
Deeply moved by these words, Qingliu nodded solemnly. "May the 'Greater Good' guide us to victory together, Mr. Gretchin."
Suisxing went straight to the point. "Mr. Gretchin, the Ork main force is about to strike our central defensive line. I need your troops... your 'Freedom Fighters' to launch a flanking attack, cut off their follow-up forces, and sow chaos."
Liu Zhipeng's image broke into a confident smile. "Commander, please prepare to enjoy... a spectacular fireworks display."
The transmission ended. Liu Zhipeng turned to face the Gretchin commanders waiting eagerly on the Lighthouse's bridge. The humility vanished from his face in an instant, replaced by authority and fervor.
"Brothers!" His voice traveled through the shipboard broadcast system, reaching every Gretchin warship and every Gretchin warrior's ears. "The oppressors' iron heels are upon us! They seek to extinguish the fire of freedom we have only just kindled! They want to steal our roast meat, tear apart our beds, and turn us back