The Second Fleet from the Academy was stationed at a sufficient distance from the crack in anticipation of the next round of attacks. Standing on the command deck of the Carrier's vessel, General Fu's eyes were glued to the screen that projected the crack and the surrounding space. Just then—
"General, incoming transmission from Fleet General." The newly consigned communication officer reported.
After the situation in this part was brought back under control, the officers were immediately allotted their respective stations as these officers were highly trained. General Fu nodded in response and a small portion of the screen parted with the look of the Fleet Commander in his uniform. But for some reason, she could feel an unknown tension surrounding him.
[General Fu, some good news. First, the objective was successful, but I am afraid we cannot hold on any longer at this rate.] There was worry in his tone.
