Despite the constant stream of reports arriving from every direction, Captain Rowan stood at the center of it all.
His uniform and armours were covered in black blood, his face and hair were not even spared.
His attention shifted constantly between the battlefield, the maps spread across the tables, and the officers waiting to receive their assignments.
"The eastern barricade is holding. Keep the Third Platoon in position."
"The southern laser battery is approaching its heat limit. Rotate control to Laser Four and begin cooling the third unit."
"The medical division reports thirty wounded, move them inside immediately. Deploy the reserve squad to replace the front line."
Each order came confidently, and before Rowan had even finished speaking, the officers were already moving to carry them out.
Margaret remained silent as she watched the command station operate.
