"Everything is going according to plan."
In the central command room of the Gaian Alliance, temporarily located in the Panamic Space Station, stood a young man who oversaw the entirety of the battle in front of him.
Several screens featured many video streams, capturing the dynamics of the battle unfolding before him in outer space. The central command headquarters was a busy place, with countless analysts and officers busy, creating a noisy, but tense environment as they coordinated with the military force executing Operation Gargle.
Rasmarck had chosen that name for the operation. He was quite proud of it. It made no sense, but it was funny, and that was all that mattered to him. His eyes swept the screens before him as he studied the battle footage with a piercing gaze.
He could see all of it.
It didn't matter how much information there was.
He could see all of it.
