Starting with God's perspective, how to lose an interstellar war?

Empire Savannah system, orbit of Langawi star, seventh military port.

A massive, metal mountain-like dock structure clung to the asteroid's surface, its interior brightly lit, with the constant roar of machinery and sparks from welding.

At the port berth, several "giant mining barges" with rough and mottled hulls, which have just finished a long "voyage", are slowly approaching the port, with the docking arms firmly gripping their bulky hulls.

On the work platform next to the berth, a large number of tracked or hovering engineering robots have been put in place.

Their nimble robotic arms switched between laser cutters, plasma welding torches, and heavy-duty wrenches, methodically "removing" the extra frames, rough hulls, and non-functional structures used for camouflage on the barges, revealing the sharp lines and heavy armor of the true hull beneath.

Two sub-fleets under the Bloodblade Fleet that have completed their underwater missions are currently "removing their makeup".

The maintenance access point in the middle level of the dock, not far from the berth.

Several exhausted workers, dressed in greasy overalls, were huddled together next to a ventilation duct inspection port, sharing their last cheap hand-rolled cigarette, taking advantage of the slight warmth from the duct's heat dissipation vent.

This was their only respite, less than an hour, after working continuously for twelve hours.

The smoke drifted slowly through the murky air, and they squinted, almost falling asleep.

The sound of heavy military boots pounding on the metal mesh floor grew louder as they approached.

The workers snapped to attention and, as if by reflex, threw the cigarette butts, which were still half-burnt, on the ground and hurriedly stomped them out with the heavy soles of their work boots.

Then they quickly stood up straight, bowed their heads to the approaching figures, and respectfully but numbly said in unison.

"Good morning, sir."

The newcomer was an Imperial Navy captain, dressed in a crisp but slightly wrinkled uniform, his face bearing the irritability and impatience of someone under long-term pressure.

He didn't even glance at the cigarette butts; his cold gaze swept over the workers' faces, which were covered in grease and showed signs of exhaustion.

"What are you dawdling for!"

The captain's shouts echoed in the empty corridor.

Why is the removal of camouflage from berths D-7 and D-8 15 percent slower than planned?

The cargo ship behind is about to arrive!

The dock must be kept running at all times; it cannot stop for even a moment!

Do you want to delay the entire fleet's deployment?!

The foreman was a man in his forties with balding hair.

He rubbed his hands together, trying to explain, his voice pleading.

"Sir, the men have been working non-stop for twelve hours and have just changed shifts..."

Just take a puff of smoke and rest for a minute, just one minute...

There are at least six more cargo ships to deal with, it's really...

"rest?"

The captain seemed to have heard some absurd joke, and he suddenly took a step forward.

Before the foreman could react, he swung his arm and slapped him hard across the face!

Snapped!

The crisp sound was particularly jarring in the passageway.

The foreman was knocked back, his cheek quickly swelling and turning red, with a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The other workers trembled with fear, lowered their heads, and dared not utter a sound.

"The empire has no need for useless cowards looking for excuses to rest!"

The captain withdrew his hand, shaking it off in disgust, as if it had been touched by something dirty.

"The fleet is waiting to enter the port, while the enemy is running rampant in the star system!"

Every second you are slow, the Empire's victory is delayed by a second!

Now, get back to your posts right now!

"Complete today's quota, or all will be punished for delaying military operations!"

The foreman covered his face, his eyes flashing with humiliation and anger, but even more so with deep fear and numbness.

He dared not look at the captain again, and only gave a vague reply.

"Yes...yes, sir."

Then he turned around and urged his men in a hoarse voice.

"You heard everything?"

Grab your tools and get to berth D-7! Hurry!

The workers silently picked up heavy cutters and welding torches, dragging their weary steps toward the massive, "molting" starship.

The captain snorted coldly, about to turn and leave to urge the next work site—

hum! ! !

Without warning, all the lights inside the entire dock instantly switched to a blinding, constantly spinning and flashing blood red!

Almost simultaneously, a full-frequency alarm sound, sharp enough to tear eardrums and penetrate all mechanical noise, swept through every corner like a tsunami!

"Highest alert level!"

Enemy attack! Enemy attack!

Large-scale high-speed aircraft signals detected approaching!

Non-identification code!

It's an enemy plane!

"Repeated! It's an enemy plane!"

The air defense commander's distorted roar came through the port's public address system.

The captain's face turned deathly pale instantly; his previous ferocity vanished, replaced only by terror.

The workers were stunned, looking up blankly at the source of the wailing alarm, at the dock dome that was dyed red like a blood-red hell.

Five seconds? Or ten seconds?

For most of the unprepared people in the port, time lost its meaning.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of extremely dull, massive explosions, as if they were directly hitting the heart, came from the outer wall of the dock!

The entire massive metal structure shook violently, the fixed trusses emitted a teeth-grinding groan, and the lights flickered wildly!

Next, the largest shipyard, D-section, with its thick composite armored outer walls, strong enough to withstand the impact of small meteorites.

In a sudden burst of blinding white light and the ensuing, even larger explosion, a terrifying gap more than fifty meters in diameter was torn open, with molten edges!

The vacuum of the universe and the air pressure inside the dock that sustains life instantly created an irresistible pressure difference.

call--!!!

It wasn't the sound of wind, but a shrill whistle like the sigh of death, formed by the violent escape of gas!

Air, dust, unsecured tools, lighter equipment, and even a few maintenance robots standing near the gap...

All the objects that were not securely fastened were swept up by an unparalleled force and rushed toward the breach that shimmered with cold starlight!

The captain, who had just been swaggering around, only had time to let out a short scream.

It was swept up by the surging airflow, tumbling like a withered leaf, and disappeared into the dark void outside the dock in the blink of an eye.

The foreman and his fellow workers were not spared either.

They tried in vain to grab onto the nearby poles or pipes, but human strength was insignificant in the face of that powerful suction.

The desperate cries were swallowed by the vacuum, and several figures were pulled out of the warm dock and thrown into the eternally cold and silent abyss of death.

The outer orbit of Langkawi has been transformed into a burning inferno of steel.

Swarms of Federal Swift-V fighter jets, like moths drawn to a flame, weaved through the dense anti-aircraft fire with dazzling maneuvers.

The Empire's defensive platforms deployed in orbit opened fire at full force.

High-energy laser beams sliced ​​through the darkness, dense railgun barrages formed a metal storm, and countless anti-aircraft missiles rose into the air, trailing plumes of fire, exploding into deadly fireworks in the void.

Fighter jets were continuously hit, turning into brief fireballs.