Harbingers of the Apocalypse, Pt 2
Orsethii stood on the bridge of the lead Imperial cruiser and reviewed the holoreports around her with abject approval. Her numbers looked very good, despite the casualties her fleet had suffered.
More than that, the tactical intelligence reported high chances of winning, which climbed higher with every moment that passed.
It was clear that Orsethii’s strike fleet was the superior one, despite having a seemingly lesser fleet. After all, she didn’t have a battleship on her side.
Most of what she had were summaries or predictions, which she found lacking. She then glanced around in search of more complete sets of data, but couldn’t find what she was looking for.
“I need the raw casualty reports,” she commanded. “Immediately.”
“Yes, dreadmother,” replied a technician from below her. “The team’s actively compiling and filtering incoming data as we speak. I’m sending our preliminary to you… now.”