For now, the bulk of their fleet remained cocooned within the vast protective shields of the Star Fortress, but the intent was clear: when the storm broke, they would be the first to strike back.
The intention of the admiral, the vice admirals, and the captains of the Minotaur fleet was clear: they would carry the burden of the Star Fortress when needed, providing fire support from its shields as they faced the unknown enemy. And when the shields eventually collapsed under enemy fire, they would fight on—even against the moon-born foe.
"You have your orders," declared Tauric, free admiral of the Minotaur fleet, his voice carrying across the channels. "Our mission, for now, is to drown the enemy in a sea of fire. Every warship and every ornament of our fleet will strike them without mercy. But should the fortress shields fail, our duty will shift—we will protect the Star Fortress itself and lay down suppressive fire upon the enemy."
