Ves smiled as he leaned back on his observer's seat on the bridge of his flagship.
He even had time to pet Lucky's back, though the experience wasn't all that pleasant for the cat.
Ves was still wearing his full Unending Regalia while Lucky was clad in his Misfortune Harness.
"Meow!"
"Hey, it's just a habit."
That wasn't an acceptable answer to Lucky. The cat slipped out of Ves' lap and began to fly around instead.
Ves shrugged and turned his attention back to the unfolding battle.
The two pincers of the enemy fleet had been fully contained.
Neither the Fridaymen nor the Praetors and Planats were able to get any closer to the expeditionary fleet.
Of course, the cost of doing so was considerable. Mechs blew up, cut apart, fell silent or melted into slag at a very worrying rate. All of the mechs that the Larkinson Clan had produced or procured were being reduced at rapid tempo.
