Sector twenty one, Zesionien Space Fleet Center of Operation number 0303, Blitz Firestone.
Now, how am I supposed to deal with this mess?
“Commander! Why did you give it to it!?”
I try to keep my calm while enjoying my drink, however my second in command doesn’t seem to be willing to let me be.
“The planet has Glassume veins visible from the orbit! Why would you throw it away without consulting me at the very least!?” She said, pointing at the reports I tried hiding from her.
“Calm down, there is more to this than you think.” I replied, unintentionally letting my annoyance show.
“THEN WHAT IS IT!?” She yelled, slamming her hands on my desk.
“Your clearance level doesn’t allow you to access such information.”
“What? Even with my five star warrior license?” Blood drained from her fac
