In the bustling command center of the Celestial Platoon, Shinari navigated the chaos with a practiced ease that belied the mounting pressure. The large, open chamber was alive with the constant ring of communication devices, each call a thread in the sprawling web of logistics and strategy that held the Platoon together in Aldred's absence.
Shinari, stationed at the central console, fielded inquiries with a calm that served as a stabilizing force for the crew.
The room was a hive of activity, with operators dispatching orders, relaying messages, and coordinating movements across the Platoon's scattered forces.
"Shinari, we have a supply convoy that's gone dark in sector seven. What are your orders?" a lieutenant called out, his voice cutting through the din of ringing phones and hushed conversations.