Fleet Squadron

General Tyler-Wicks's eyes were filled with shock. The entire sky was packed with strangely shaped spacecraft fitted with mismatched gun barrels. Even with his limited military knowledge, he could tell they seemed haphazardly assembled. Their only strength was probably their sheer numbers, densely filling the sky from near to far. In terms of numbers, they were indeed grand and spectacular, though their appearance was not particularly appealing. Even so, he did not think they were anything remarkable.