Monk
"This is really bad news."
"Yeah, it is."
Largest fleet in Covenant history, not sent out in drips and drabs but in one singular block built to overwhelm with sheer numbers.
"This is a disaster."
I looked at the other members of the inner circle.
"The only difference between a dream and a nightmare is the size of your balls."
Jacob stared at me.
"What?"
"The only difference between a dream and a nightmare is the size of your balls. This effort is being spearheaded by the Brutes, who are vying with the Elites for position of second banana."
I paused.
"The enemy plans to send the entire fleet to the Harvest system, gather every one together, and attack in a giant mass. This is a collection of their best generals, their best admirals, more than one important politician and essentially anyone of serious importance in Covenant space. It will compose the largest fleet in their history with civilian ships coming in as support vessels. It's so large it will represent a single percentage point of the empire's entire population."
I paused.
"And we know exactly where they will rendezvous. We will know the exact moment they all port in together, during that time period there will be roughly 10 minutes where their shields do not work."
I looked at every one.
"The new stealth class ships we have can sneak into their defenses. We can prepare the battlefield, we can turn this into the single greatest slaughter in Covenant history. The question is: are your balls big enough?"
There was silence. Jacob looked at me.
"You think you have a second Warsaw in you, doc?"
"Do we have any other options?"
Dead silence greeted that, until Jacob broke it.
"Doc's the only one here with a plan, I'm backing him."
And just like that it was time to prepare.