Chapter Twelve
Admiral Pacheco adjusted the collar of his uniform and placed his arms gently on his arm rests. As he surveyed the officers at their consoles on the bridge of the Camaradon, his body thrummed with tension. He was careful not to let it show, however. During his long career serving with the Unity, he’d learned that a crew took their cue from whoever was in charge—commander, captain, or admiral. If he wanted his women and men to feel confident, confidence was what he had to exude.
Not that he wasn’t confident. Though it had taken five years to get to this point, the Unity Alliance had been successful in slowly gaining ground and destroying their enemy, forcing them into this corner of the galaxy. In the forthcoming battle, the UA had every chance of delivering the final, crus
