"Three hundred heavy cruisers," Admiral Malakor muttered, his heavy organic hand resting against his chin as he stared intently at the frozen blue icons populating the tactical holotable.
"Even with my Corsair frigates burning their Star-Frost engines at maximum capacity, pulling that much dead weight out of the deep void and into our primary anchorages is going to be an absolute logistical nightmare, Sovereign."
"It is only a nightmare if you treat them like hostile prisoners rather than incoming refugees, Admiral," Kai replied smoothly, walking slowly around the edge of the circular table while his starlight aura cast a soothing, majestic glow over the busy command deck.
"Once they officially surrender and hand over their former oppressors, I will selectively thaw their auxiliary power grids, providing them with just enough localized thrust to fly themselves into our docking bays under your direct supervision."
