Millia sunk a little in her chair, reading over the latest military reports and battle summaries on the console the extended from her right armrest. They were inflicting heavy damage, as far as central intelligence could tell. She felt however, from the sporadic combat since they had entered Mishhuvurthyar space, it was far too soon to tell if they were even making a dent in the enemies overall forces. Her train of thought was interrupted however as a frigate requested docking clearance over the bridges loudspeakers.
The communications officer transferred the request over to the dock master, and work on the bridge continued as normal. Millia finished review the reports and gripped the armrests of her chair.
"Mr. Gibson, has our scout team reported in yet?â€
