The officers flinched. In the modern theater of war, chaos was death. Uncertainty was a bullet.
"The core is insulated," Kaelen said. "But their hub isn't. They expect us to build a dam. They expect us to panic. They are prepared for resistance. They are not prepared for the vacuum." master of command torrent
The station groaned, the vents expelling superheated air. But on the screen, the white noise shattered. The torrent, now rerouted and amplified by the station's own capacitors, was fired back along the enemy's tethers. The officers flinched
Kaelen watched the storm clouds roll over the neon skyline. He was the Master of Command, and he knew the truth of war better than any manual. "The core is insulated," Kaelen said
Kaelen stood in the center of the maelstrom, eyes closed. He visualized the stream not as a threat, but as a current. A river to be redirected.
He tapped the console. He didn't issue a defensive countermeasure. He didn't order a retreat. He simply opened the channel.