"Admiral! Enemy fleet has been neutralized," his second-in-command announced.
Samuel simply looked out of the window contemplating. The news made him a little sad as his fellow admiral just died in a warfare they never knew existed. He is starting to imagine if they were on the receiving end of the Wraith Fighter Aircraft shooting missiles at them and his gunner crews hopelessly tried to shoot it down before it even reached the vessel.
The naval battle in the English Channel was a complete victory for the Ruthenia Empire, decimating the Home Fleet of the Britannia Empire.
"Admiral, are you okay? You look a bit pale there?" his second-in-command asked carefully, peeking at his countenance and wondering why he is making that face.
"It's nothing. Let's just get our Emperor and get out of here…" Admiral Samuel said as he started pacing around the bridge deck.