Gabres walked to the desk, angrily slammed his fist down, and roared furiously.
"Alekde, you tell me, how do we fight this war? The high-level ships, high-level weapons, high-level medicines, high-level personnel I requested have not been sent yet. And what did you send before? A pile of garbage?"
Alekde raised his hand and waved, the generals present retreated one after another, soon only the two of them were left in the office.
"Gabres, calm down, don't get so furious. The support you requested has already been reported to the Council, it's just that there's a slight issue on the Federation side, Gakels can't free up their hands for the moment."
Alekde patiently advised.
