The first report reached the Human Progenitor while a woman was refilling his cup.
Adam raised two fingers, and the officer's projection appeared beside his throne.
The woman stopped pouring before the wine reached the rim and waited with the bottle in her hands.
"Proxima Centauri has issued a Tier-One emergency request, Your Majesty."
The officer bowed his head.
"Has a fleet been sent?" Adam asked.
"Yes. The nearest forces are already moving. Additional ships are preparing to follow."
"Then deal with it."
Adam looked at the man. "You received the request. You sent help. What part of that needs me?"
The officer lowered his head farther, trembling. "Understood, Your Majesty."
The projection closed.
Adam picked up his cup.
Proxima was valuable, but it was only one of the many worlds under the Empire's protection. He had officials to handle threats like this.
If they needed him to make every decision, what was the point of appointing them?
