Vorridian had watched the speech via the main projector. It was short, it was blunt, it was obvious. Vorridian loved it. It wasn't much of a suprise to the retired Admiral that the enemy was sending an attack. But 500? 500 would be little more than a skeleton crew of the ships Vorridian knew. Oh well. He'd already submitted a request to be given, temporarily, complete command over the station's naval resources, on the grounds of his experience.
Speaking of experience, he wondered how many students would come to him. His race tended to stand out among other humanoids, and his position as Teacher of Naval Tactics, while somewhat new, wasn't a secret in the least. It didn't matter how many hours students put into close combat and marksmanship, those casualties could be avoided. After all, this is space. They'll have to get here somehow.
But how many students would come to him to be able to prevent those casualties with a naval battle, he wondered. That was a benefit of retirement: It sure gave him time just to think.