The Beginning of the End
Swarmfather Delvath paced in small circles around the center of his bridge. Everywhere he looked, his fleet was battered to death from the robust de Jardin fleet. He couldn’t help but feel despair at his fleet’s predicament.
Not once did he think that Imperial technological superiority could be outmatched. And yet the de Jardins had somehow outpaced them.
“Where’s the rest of the assault fleet?!” he demanded. “They should’ve ported in here with us at the same gods-damned time!”
“They’re citing delays due to technological problems,” reported a communications officer. “Reportedly, they will join us as soon as they’re able.”
“Pah! Gods-forsaken liars. Can’t trust any of these damned apes, even if you’re bound by contract.”
“Yes, swarmfather.”
“Call in reinforcements on our end. Let’s not rely on those Feds to -”