The transport ship shuddered violently as it made its final approach toward the Ark. Tazra's grip tightened on the controls, her sharp eyes fixed on the docking bay that lay just ahead. They were flying into a warzone,
but there was no turning back now.
"Hold on!" Tazra called out as the ship veered
sharply to avoid a barrage of laser fire from a nearby Imperial cruiser.
"These IMP fighters aren't giving us any room to breathe!"
Ethan steadied himself, gripping the back of Tazra's seat as
the ship rocked again. His heart pounded, and the view of the Ark growing
larger with each second gave him a brief flicker of hope.
"Just get us close enough to dock!" he shouted
over the sound of the transport's straining engines. "We can handle the
rest once we're on board."
Prella, sitting behind them, had her eyes closed in
