"How much are the damages?" Rayver Quinn asked after they all have dealt all the Alliance's forces.
His adjutant scratched his head as they looked at their starship that has turned to a metal scrap after they used it to shield against the Alliance's attacks. "We… can't go back to the empire for assist." The adjutant sighed.
Rayver Quinn's eyes narrowed as the corner of his lips pulled into a frown. He turned to Mary Jackson whose face is very pale after she had finished vomiting. No one cared about Her Highness the Royal Princess' image. No one did, since no one can be bothered of their image right now because the empire is under the attack of the Alliance, its greatest enemy next to the Zergs.
