<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Lord Ver'Slek watched impassively.  He had launched many a campaign, and knew that this was now out of his hands.  He had given the orders, he'd set the course of events moving, and now he could only watch.  He wondered if the Emperor often felt this way, issuing orders that had repercussions across trillions of lives.  Each gesture, each word, altered the threads of fate to weave together a strange tapestry known as history.  Such was the way the universe worked.  Some battles were much more fierce than this one, and yet in every one, once the ships were fighting, Ver'Slek was no longer the one in charge.  It was down to individual warriors, fighting for what they believed, manning the guns and trying their best to win.  In some ways, it was at moments like this that made Ver'Slek proud of his warriors as if they were his own spawn.  They would do their best and make the Empire proud.  Even if they had to play second instrument to that insufferable War Cat.</span>