Two Poor Kidnapped Victims
"Marshal, report! Orbital strike ordered by Captain Shilka from the scouting team has been deployed. Results are shown to be optimal. The planet is confirmed to be C-Class."
The subordinate handed over the reports about the follow-up procedures as the people in power flocked to the site where the beam struck. Many of them had been fearful, and they had sent over the strongest people to check it out.
The marshal looked over it with a sharp eye before she handed it back to the subordinate.
"Proceed as planned."
"Sir!"
The marshal would have loved to continue on like this with the orbital strikes and wipe out the 75% of the population that was required, but she was under explicit orders not to, so she could only continue on this way.
Had she been allowed to do so, this would be over a lot quicker than it was right now.
But she could not do that, nor could she even make a move herself.