Let’s chase ’em off, Rex! Two more missiles arc toward a hapless enemy F2-A, droplets peppering my windshield as I skim past a glowering grey cloud, dulling the distant explosion. Visibility is garbage. No kidding, Tasha. The Endurance is being targeted. Uh-oh. Tonitrus Spear arriving in two minutes! They’ve got a high-output laser and a broad-range jammer. Sounds like a bad combo. The cockpit rattles as I climb, an insistent red flash warning me my Tomcat’s icing up. But I can see the laser, and soon after the airship it’s emerging from. It’s in my sights. I’ve got this.
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