The plan was going well so far, hardly any losses and good advances. When we got the signal that the other troops were attacking the first defensive position, we came into play. We attacked the other position of the pilgrim trade town. When we tried to reach the fleet by com, nothing came but a constant, bright crackling, something was going on. We could hear individual fragments of words, and I could figure out that the Zappa station fleet had withdrawn from Yag'duhl. But that was irrelevant at the moment, we had to take up this defensive position at all costs. "Hah, now you've got the death blow," I said to myself and ran into the battle full of vigor.
