The brute of the HDS Feuer-Spitze moved forwards before slowing to a stop, the crew already close to battlestations with the fighters streaming around space leaving a vapor trail from the tanks of Nitrogen they keep for close quarter fighting, mainly to blind the enemy so they could nip away and pull in more units. The Battlefleet was completely out of hyperspace was was slowly moving forwards towards the lead Battleship, fighters nipping in and out of the moving ships with ease. The small transports linking up with the battleships and destroyers through teleportation, moving the forces of soldiers into the drop ships. While the scout fighters started to zoom around the area, scanning for objects, they were mainly drones controlled from onboard the cruisers.
The Command Deck on board the HDS Feuer-Spitze.Gorshknov swallowed, maintaining his posture as he watched the screens on the left on his command throne. The data was in binary in one screen and in a more standard form on the other, sensors picking up the planets as the ship came to a halt. He watched out the screens down onto the planet, "What Cords is Steven Lindermann in? We will receive him first before we pull out the recon group."
The Operations Commander swallowed, carefully watching her screen before shaking her head softly, "He has not said, I will request the information."
"That is not good enough!" Gorshkov snapped, glaring at her as he crushed a glass bottle in his hands, "Don't you dare say you don't have the information, it is something you are meant to have Commander, just like I am meant to know my ship inside out, which I do. Don't give me your bullshit and find that information!"
"But sir..." She whined, watching him as her own crew looked over and watched carefully, the normality of what the old man was saying hitting them like a truck. She looked down at her screens, eying a few lines of information closely before she shook her head, "He is not responding sir."
Another commander appeared on the command deck, giving a fine crisp salute to the Admiral before looking over at the Operations officer, "Sir, we now know why our agent is not responding to our signals. The last message he send was that he had been uncovered by the local Government and was being questioned."
"So our cover is gone? You are saying?" Gorshkov swallowed, watching the commander calmly, "Then we have enough ships and men to make a planetary invasion and find our men." He snapped, smiling proudly to himself as he rose to his feet and walked towards the glass windows.
"Sir, that could bring a war to the Homeland, something that we do not want to happen. I would rather not risk it as we do not know the strength of anything in this galaxy..." The Operations Commander sighed, looking at him carefully and with a slight grin. "We can land a small force but we can not risk being attacked by a force far greater than our own. We do not have the numbers or the technology being fitted into the latest line of ships. It almost impossible to take on a full Nation and win."