(Planet Tithia, Hangar Bay, Leo's POV)
Leo had never seen as much chaos at Tithia's Hangar Bay Area as he did today.
There were ships everywhere.
Cargo freighters. Tactical carriers. Armored battlecruisers. Agile Frigates. Massive long-range destroyers. He couldn't even count them if he tried.
The entire airfield looked like some mechanical forest, with steel beasts instead of trees, each growling, humming, or sparking to life in preparation for launch.
Thousands of soldiers swarmed the place like ants, moving crates, fuel cells, ammo boxes, and god-knows-what else between ships. Crew members jogged past with scanner boards and fuel logs, while nervous recruits carried out last-minute supply runs, flinching every time a Captain or Commander barked something in their ears.
Leo caught sight of one poor guy dropping a whole crate of rations as a woman in a red captain's coat tore into him so hard, it looked like he might cry on the spot.
