Meanwhile, elsewhere in the chaos of the battlefield, Rex was locked in a brutal dogfight. His golden armor gleamed as he soared through the void, weaving and twisting to avoid enemy fire.
The 201st Flying Wing fought valiantly around him, their sleek Wraith-class fighters engaging both pirate ships and the new enemy fighters, which moved with eerie, almost unnatural precision.
These new fighters were unlike anything Rex had seen before. Their designs resembled floating rhombuses of jagged rock, glowing faintly with intricate energy patterns etched across their surfaces.
Their appearance was alien and ancient, and their method of attack was both terrifying and reckless.
Instead of engaging in traditional gunfire, these strange fighters would ram into their targets, using their reinforced bodies as weapons. The force of their impact was catastrophic, often resulting in the complete destruction of the enemy ship, though at the cost of their own.
