"Remember everyone!" Nyra shouted, her voice ringing out above the chaotic hum of descending engines. "Hold your fire! Do not shoot the transport ships! Let them land; otherwise, Teacher will lose her mind about us wrecking the hangar bay!"
Her crimson eyes scanned the Bloody Legion, her command ensuring that discipline remained tight even as the massive transport ships loomed overhead.
Cleo had made it clear in her instructions that the hangar bay wasn't just a battlefield; it was a vital operational hub. Damaging it would jeopardize more than just this fight; it could cost lives.
The transport ships were unlike anything Nyra had seen from pirates before. Their reinforced hulls glinted under the artificial lights, clearly military-grade, not slapped-together scrap heaps.
