Tatehan had been expecting something grand and calculated when Bjorn told the woman to show him the plan.
Something that required precision, strategic analysis, contingency protocols, the kind of detailed tactical breakdown that you would see in military briefings or war rooms. Maps with marked positions, timelines, coordinated movements, fallback plans.
Tatehan had been expecting something good. In movies he had watched back on Earth, anytime there was a plan to take down some grand villain it was actually a good one, one that would be tactical detailed and really effective.
But all he saw was a video. An animation, actually.
Of stick figures.
Shouting like maniacs as they ran toward two crudely drawn structures labeled "BASE 1" and "BASE 2," their little animated arms flailing wildly as they charged forward in a chaotic, uncoordinated mass. There were no formations. Tatehan saw no designated roles, no strategy beyond "run at the enemy and fight."
