Meditate in Battle? Blasphemy.
Aboard the Astral Horizon
Order. Solid structure and organization.
That phrase ricocheted around in his mind as he watched with twinkling, golden eyes. Those eyes darted back and forth to track each crewman as he carried about with the usual business of maintaining a four-kilometer vessel. 55,000 personnel. That was how many legionnaires and crewmen devoted each passing day to the running of the biggest, baddest, and strongest starship in the entire Fringe military. Dranok had basically hand selected each one, but that wasn't the technical version of his saying. In actuality, he handpicked his top aides aboard the vessel after giving them numerous tests set before them, therefore ensuring their competency to delegate authority to them in order to select an elite crew.
However, intense training and experience were not the only factors in gaining victory. Many other variables had a divine spot along with those in the art of warfare. Tactics, planning, mobility, cover and concealment, all of them and many more decided the outcome of combat. But, only one of these was capable of being mastered by only the greatest of strategists. It was entwined with the waves of the Force, capable of bending minds and souls into a single all-powerful weapon.