"Fire on the vampires."
The officer beside the command display turned toward the fleet commander.
"Which formation, sir?"
The commander looked at him, then at the enlarged image of the ruined capital. One vampire force was withdrawing from a breach in the ground while another pursued it through the rubble. Three powerful figures fought above them.
The two vampire forces were plainly attacking one another.
"All of them."
The officer pointed to the force moving its wounded away from the opening. "That group is maintaining a defensive line. We may be able to—"
"Do you want me to ask which vampire deserves to live?"
The officer lowered his hand.
The commander turned back to the display. Proxima's Tier-One signal had carried no explanation, but the reports of vampires had reached them before they departed. Now an army of the creatures was fighting beneath his ships. What more confirmation did he need?
