"Commander," one of the officers ventured hesitantly, "our sensors show no readings... It's like they're cloaked. They must have advanced stealth systems."
Sirius gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on the looming fleet that now bore down on them. They were hopelessly outnumbered, surrounded by a force that could obliterate them in moments. The situation had shifted in an instant, and all his carefully laid plans unravelled like smoke in the wind.
"Han Xin," Sirius growled under his breath, his voice a low rumble of hatred. "This cunning bastard."
His face contorted with rage as he watched the enemy fleet materialize, his curses directed at Han Xin echoing through the bridge. Just as he was about to unleash another torrent of invective, a transmission request flashed on the holographic screen.
"Maximus spacecraft requesting transmission," the computer announced, its voice flat and emotionless.
