The capture of the [Pars] increased the B15 Fleet's losses by eight percent swiftly.
"General, we have a minute and a half left until reaching the Oasis Airspace," Sammon's adjutant said anxiously, "We must find a way to shake off the Suss Fleet. They're too tight on us. Once we enter the Oasis Airspace, we can only get less than three thousand kilometers of separation, no way to turn, let alone perform a warp."
Sammon rapidly simulated options on the computer for actions the fleet could take upon reaching the Oasis Airspace....
But no matter how he simulated, there was no way to escape the current predicament. The plans in his mind were dismissed one by one, and the combat department's staff produced battle plans every five minutes, all of which were nonsense!
"How can we escape?!" Sammon's nose was already oozing sweat. The situation had exceeded his ability to control, making him feel powerless.
