He was losing. The defending Karn Troopers were putting up a bitter resistance. Time was running out. Soon, Imperial Cruisers would arrive and he would be forced to order the fleet to disengage. Yet without re-supply they could not flee for long. The battle had to be won and soon. The Admiral looked up, his face lit from below by the bluescreen "O.K. Lieutenant summon Bressov" The Kinsmen commander strode into the command room. His hair was closely shaved, his eyes blue and alert. Everything about him spoke order. He was a professional soldier, hard and confident. The Admiral studied the screen again. "Where do you want you and your men dropped?" Bressov pointed to the screen "Here!" "But that's right on top of the enemy position, you'll be cut to pieces" interjected the Lieutenant. "Be qu