"Didn't I specifically say to stay in formation?!" Pact demanded. "Were my commands not heard by all? And wasn't the fleet on level one alert? Then why the hell were the shields offline?! Damn stupid, useless bastards…"
Exterminator remained silent. All the high-level officers of the Hegemony did the same. They had indeed received the orders… yet none had followed them.
"Speak! Damn it, speak! What happened? Cat got your tongue now, huh?!"
Like a fire-spitting beast, Pact vented his anger, not even paying attention to the battlefield—which was rapidly getting worse.
Exterminator finally stepped in.
"Commander, this can be discussed later. Now is not the time. Trouble is at our doorstep, and our focus should be on that—not on 'what ifs.'"
Its tone was blunt. Direct.
But instead of calming Pact, it only fueled his anger further.
