Grim faces turned away from their screens to talk with aides or to check the current battle simulation to see what would be the theoretical result of a surprise attack by IronHell on Old Dome using the full resources of the pirate fleet, both outside the bubblecity and within. In staggered steps, the red lights on every telecom blinked green, and the submonitor in the arm of Rore’s chair showed the results. It was as expected.