The current state of the Blazing Flame Fleet was that, from top to bottom, everyone looked downcast, as if they had a rock stuck in their heart. Every day, you'd see groups of soldiers gathered together, cursing and swearing. Some seemed as if they were itching for a fight, hoping to bump into someone so they could throw punches. Despite the fact that the unit had largely integrated, occasional frictions were still unavoidable, particularly at this time when everyone felt endangered.
"If you ask me, it's those damn space pirates dragging us down. We're stuck in this limbo, unable to fight or flee. Speak your minds for heaven's sake. What's the point of just wasting our time like this?" Two soldiers were deep in conversation.
"You're not wrong. In the past, even with a force of a thousand, we could take on those imperial bastards. Now we've got the numbers and still can't make a move."
