Onboard the RNS Imperator, Admiral Orlov stood motionless, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared at the Valorian fleet through binoculars. The rage simmering behind his eyes was barely contained. The downed scout plane was a slap in the face that Ruthenia could not ignore.
"Admiral," Captain Sokolov approached cautiously, "the Valorians have not made further aggressive moves, but their coastal batteries are now fully trained on our fleet."
Orlov lowered his binoculars and turned to his captain, his face a mask of cold determination. "If they think they can fire at us without consequence, they are gravely mistaken."
He stepped forward, his gaze flicking to the tactical display showing the positions of both fleets. "Prepare to fire a warning shot. Make it clear we will not tolerate their provocations. Target the waters just in front of their flagship."