General Ostergard was pontificating to some lesser officers about the diligence of the Prime Army and its surface-to-air strikers that were sure to blast The Juggernaut out of the sky as Commander Prax approached. Prax could’ve sworn he also caught something about War Hammer being an impotent tool of the Oligarchy followed by hushed laughs.
As Prax approached, Ostergard dismissed his men and smiled, motioning to a large screen that displayed the vessel of their latest PlanetFaller, Lord Orn, hovering over New Jericho.
“Watch the screen, Prax,” Ostergard said. “This is how it’s done.”
Commander Prax balled up his fists.