Caspian's expression was grim. A far cry from his usually casual demeanor.
The chatter among the men immediately died down.
Xandros straightened.
"What happened?"
Caspian exhaled, sliding a data pad across the table. The holographic projection flared to life, displaying an orbital map of the southern quadrant near the Third Frontline. Red warning markers blinked rapidly across multiple sectors.
"Transmission from the frontline base. The Zerg swarms have gotten aggressive. Extremely aggressive. They launched three coordinated attacks within twenty-four hours. Casualty reports are still coming in, but It's bad. If this keeps up, we'll lose the outpost within a week."
A murmur rippled through the room, sharp curses mixing with the shuffle of boots.
Xandros didn't move, his gaze locked on the pulsing red indicators. "That shouldn't be happening" he said finally, his voice low but carrying enough weight to silence the room.
