Hye's words came through the comms loud and clear, making Olana suspect his true intentions. He wasn't just directing these orders toward his warriors and captains; he was broadcasting this to everyone watching his grand fleet. It was a declaration of war against the status quo of the universe.
Initially, the seasoned commanders of the entrenched factions had dismissed him. They viewed him as nothing more than a bragging, arrogant newcomer at the helm of an untested force—a boy who hadn't lived long enough to realise there are always heavens above the skies, and monsters far greater than himself lurking in the dark.
The response was immediate and calculated. The closest orbital forces began to realign, their engines flaring as they moved in perfect unison. From three distinct vectors, they converged on Hye's position, seeking to pincer his grand fleet and snuff out his perceived insolence in a single, overwhelming volley of plasma and steel.
