"Let's blast 'em," Pako said, moving.
Aster's teal eyes burned, blonde ponytail tight, resolve steel. "We're ready," she said, hand on Syn's shoulder.
They raced to the bridge, enemy signatures flashing—battleships, fighters, Ila's dreadnought. Vera took the helm, purple eyes on the screens.
"They're closing," she said, voice steady. Pako manned weapons, fingers flying, loyalty unwavering. Aster coordinated fighters, teal eyes focused, determination unyielding.
Syn stood at the center, hazel eyes scanning, shapeshifter evidence heavy in his pocket. "Let's fight through," he said, confidence firm.
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Very Soon.
The bridge of the pirate ship was a storm of flashing consoles and blaring alarms, the red pulse of warning lights bathing Syn, Vera, Pako, and Aster in a frantic glow.
