From Furies Forged (Free Fleet Book 5) by Michael Chatfield Page A

star-ship.
                  “Yeah,” Whorst said, looking at the star-destroyer yards.
                  Devastahli half-turned, his glowing eyes looking in question.
                  “The Commander is still wondering what in the hell we're going to be used for,” Takahashi said from his seat as commander of the Commandos aboard War-station.
                  He was one of two surviving members of Samurai's revenge, the other being Yasu Ono Cook, one hell of a warrior and the only one that could make Salchar submit to her orders. Well that also might have something to do with the fact that they were married to one another.
                  “We've got an incoming message from Min Hae,” Arfo the communications commander said.
                  “It looks like we're going to find out soon enough,” Whorst said low enough so that only Dev and Takahashi could hear him. “Put him on Arfo.”
                  Min Hae appeared on the screen in some kind of conference room. With him were a number of Ship Commanders by their rank tabs, and Ashota. Ashota had changed from being Edvasho’s intelligence officer and battle-brother to Min Hae's right hand man. Edvasho had ordered his death, which limited Ashota's options as he looked to protect the independent Kalu. The independent Kalu were like a separate part of the species, they wanted to live, not just go to damned war all the time.
                  He had been restricted to a hovering chair from his wounds in the first teaching war as the Kalu called it, a war between the Kalu and the Union, which had been destroyed by the Syndicate.
                  Now he was no longer stuck in a chair, and instead rested on his own paws. His true body was larger than most Kalu, but the intelligence that lurked in his eyes was more deadly than his claws and teeth.
                  “This is going to be all rather quick,” Min Hae started off. He looked almost dull with his simple brown haired, plain face and features. Whorst wondered if Min Hae made himself look that way to make himself seem unthreatening.
                  “Commander Whorst, you will be gaining additional units, both Free Fleet and independent crewed. You will act as a base of operations deep in Orshpa's own territory, while Bregend is ripping into the other Kalu clans. Orshpa's control needs to not only be weakened with other clan's but within his own clan.”
                  Whorst nodded, it made sense, Devastahli could hold more fighters, bombers and jump ships than four super-carriers’. His mind was thinking back on the tactics that Bregend was using, thinking of how he could emulate the sheer destruction Bregend was raining down on the Kalu yards.
                  “It will be risky as my sources report that Orshpa is pushing his people to crew their ships and go out to look for Bregend and will undoubtedly be looking for you once you begin operations,” Ashota said, much in the same calm but heavy tone of Min Hae's.
                  “Very well, what forces will I have?”
                  “Sending you the information now. I have assembled all of the Free Fleet Ship Commanders here, the Independent Ship Commanders will be available shortly.” Min Hae's voice became harder as Ashota straightened, the two men's annoyance clear.
                  That doesn't bode well for operations. Whorst thought darkly.
                  “Very well. War-station will be docking within forty-five-minutes. I hope that everyone will be able to meet me aboard. I find these things go better in person.” Whorst looked at the people on the main-screens conference table. Firm nods of agreement came back.
                  “Good, and I hope that the Independent's will also be coming,” Whorst turned the statement into more of a