"How close are they?" Hiro asked, his voice tense.
"[I'm tracking their descent. They should touch down within the next fifteen minutes,]" Nova replied.
Hiro quickened his pace, the urgency of the situation was becoming real. The sinking sun painted the surroundings in a warm, golden orange glow as it descended, casting elongated shadows.
As Hiro neared the outpost, the protective force field came into view, shimmering like a transparent wall. It was still active, a promising sign that the Arcadians hadn't breached the outpost's defenses yet.
"The force field is still up," Hiro noted quietly, the tension in his voice evident.
"[They are trying to find their way in,]" Nova informed him, her voice maintaining its usual digital coolness.
Hiro decided to circle around to approach from the side, keeping a healthy distance from the Arcadian forces that were likely scattered around the front entrance.
Stealth was his ally now.
