"Redesign the formation," Rylan ordered. "Move the Akkan battlecruisers to the center. I want their micro-phase jump engines ready to teleport behind the Vasari lines. Bring the Kol battleships forward—I need that armor tanking the brunt of the kinetic fire."
The silence of the Vornesh Sector was broken not by sound, but by the tearing of space-time. Grzechy Imperium SЕ‚onecznego II
Sins of a Solar Empire II had promised a war of attrition, but this was becoming a nightmare. "Report," Rylan commanded, his voice raspy. "Redesign the formation," Rylan ordered
He watched the battle rage in real-time, no pausing, no waiting. The Vasari ships were fast, fading in and out of phase space, making them impossible to pin down. His own fleet was a sluggish juggernaut, relying on sheer firepower. Bring the Kol battleships forward—I need that armor
"Send a message to the home system," he said. "Accelerate the development of the orbital extractors on the colony ships. I don’t care if it risks stability; we need that alloy for the next fleet wave."
Commander Rylan Vance stared at the tactical display on the bridge of the Sovereign , his flagship, a massive Marza-class dreadnought. The blue glow of the display reflected in his tired eyes. Outside the viewport, the crimson nebula of the sector danced with the fiery trails of incoming Vasari Coalition projectiles.
He saw the tiny swarm of bombers break away, weaving through the chaos. A few exploded, but others reached their target. Suddenly, the enemy cruiser went silent, its kinetic cannons ceasing fire.