Talk:AIF/@comment-13740085-20150323194955

Guy used the arm of his command chair to steady himself on the bridge of USS Pennsylvania, and watched as God's Judgement was hit by yet another. Guy had lost track of how many separate salvos had managed to hit his ship, but the Judgement and her companions took them like champs.

But why did the First Emperors have to do so equally well? Each side had devestated each others supporting squadrons, indeed smoking half-wrecks littered the water around the engaging behemoths. His own flagship and its accompanying BattRon traded their own salvos with the IKN supporting ships. Guy took a moment for himself in the middle of it though, and calculated losses. Automated status updates from the vessels put an estimate to close to 30% casualties.

Almost as if his chief of staff read his mind, he intruded, "sir, I strongly recommend the transport of 2nd Fleet while the outcome of the battle is still undetermined."

"Your recommendation is noted, Captain," Guy replied. "They are ready for immediate drop-off, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, keep them so."