"Now what's happening?" asked Crown Princess Jocasta, looking at the map on her table. Her restless ladies, yawning, rubbing eyes discreetly, stood or sat nearby on comfortable couches or chairs or stood near the window. Lavinia was curled up on the couch; Marie standing by the window watching some birds, Emilia Jabbok was doing some cross stitching.
Colonel Josephus leaned in and seemed embarrassed that his arm had brushed the Heir's silk and lace cupped breast; she decided not to compound it by moving to avoid embarrassing him too much. Poor man, he could be so clumsy, such a soldier. He pointed at a place on the map. "The rebel fighter craft have apparently swung around and out to sea and then doubled back to ambush our carrier task force and allies. They have badly damaged the Guisarme--she might be thinking. I mean sinking. Yes. Sinking."
"Oh no!"
"Oh, I'm afraid so," he said sadly, straightening up as she did. "The Halberd has been rendered hors de combat by a damaged radio mast. So really, it's just the two destroyers and the cruiser defending the Boa and they are all under attack by naval fighters and cruise missiles from the base."
"Oh my gosh, what are we going to do?" cried Jocasta. "Without that naval attack, how will the Ghantish and Marines attack the Naval Base?"
"The Cacertian and Imperium fleets have come to the rescue according to my last report," said Josephus proudly. "I am sure they will sweep all opposition away. I'm afraid that's all for now."
"We should go to the MDF and watch on the satellite uplink screen," said Jocasta. "I bet different things have already happened."
"All we can do now is be patient, Highness," replied Colonel Josephus a little sadly.
"I suppose so," said Princess Jocasta, plunking down in her chair. "Oh my gosh...I can barely sit still...soon we will see the rebellion swept away!"