"Deploy the defensive units! And show me where those bastards are!" Carlos shouted, his voice cutting through the blaring alarms. He took off his coat and tossed it aside, already feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Combat was inevitable, and he was ready for it.
["The enemies are moving near the main cannon,"] the ship's AI reported, its calm voice contrasting with the chaos around them. ["There is a high probability they are attempting to disable it."]
Carlos slammed his fist on the console, his jaw tightening. "Those sons of—! Start charging the main cannon and aim it at the nearest enemy shield. How are the engines holding up?"
["Charging the main cannon... 3 percent and rising,"] the AI replied. ["The engines are at 60 percent integrity. Our fighters are holding the line, but the asteroid field is causing severe damage. Impact detected. Engine integrity is now 58 percent."]
