Everyone returned to the meeting room after the short break. The course of the war was changing, and the interstellar armada was ductile with it. Adapt or die, it was the only option.
The navy, despite being the one subjected to attacks, was the one that received the attack; however, in a real assessment, it was the one that was taking the initiative with its focused attacks and forecasts. However, now they were facing the end of what they could predict; if they had waited to see what the enemy would do, they would have overtaken them, they would have lost the advantage, and they could not stay still.
