As the allied forces unleashed their full might on the Reaver mother ship above Beijing, the air was thick with explosions and the roar of plasma blasts. Ethan's orders echoed through every channel, uniting all forces in a single, focused objective: destroy the ship before it unleashed another pulse. The stakes were high, and every ship, fighter, and soldier fought with a sense of desperation and urgency.
From her position in the cockpit of her fighter, Nova led her squadron through waves of Reaver drones, her hands steady on the controls as she directed each maneuver with precision. She barked orders over the comms, her voice filled with fierce resolve. "Alright, squad, we're hitting the weak points on the mother ship's underbelly. Follow my lead, and don't let up!"
