CIC<br/><br/>Kol just raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Depends. I have an unconfirmed report that a Halcyon-Class Carrier is in the gravity well, and that means they can spit out a hundred Fighters in moments, each one being the equal of your best."<br/><br/>He turned, looking at Hyral. "CAG, I will say this once. I understand why you want to push yourself, and your men, but if you push them too hard, they'll ride the ragged edge right into a fireball. And I cannot afford that. We are going into a planetary gravity well with at least Forty confirmed ships, and of those, at least Four are capital-grade, which means they have just as many strikecraft as we do, if not moreso. You are going to be outnumbered, outgunned, and possibly outmaneuvered by sheer numbers forcing you into an untenable position, so I need you sharp enough to come back alive."