Story part fourteen

Janes stared down at Bogdirt, from his capital ship, in his briefing room/viewing deck. He shook his weary head. Janes hated wasted resources, he also hated wasting good men. His mind kept wandering back to his actions on Bogdirt, what he could of done or what he should of done.

The curse of hindsight plagued his human mind, when he was a cadet. He would often state with absolute surety that this general, should of done that. If only this happened, if only that happened, if only the imperium had done that. Such easy judgements he could make with his ally hindsight, an ally that would only come to his aid after the battle was lost or won.

Leadership in theory appeared to be a lot easier in the past. Winning battles with the benefit of hindsight, seemed so easy. He sighed once again "things where so much easier back then".

When his command staff and allies entered his briefing room, he swallowed back his fear and began to speak in a confident mannor that belied his thoughts. " Friends and allies, a new enemy has entered the system, an ancient race of steel and malice. We have some samples of this Necron material and weaponry, we also have a good idea of the surfice of the world."

" I do not think we can take them head on, however we can win a war of attricaian and blockade, however my major concern is how we deal with this new adversery, plus the other major enemies that besiege our system.

How do we balance our resource use against these machines and our other opponents" he looks at the floor for a second, and takes a breath "I know with capable minds such as your we will overcome, that is all I have to say"