"Your Majesty! We've received a distress signal! From a third party!"
This sudden report left me momentarily stunned, while Pandora and Visca had already disappeared into the light of the transporter. Before they were sent away, I saw Visca trying to jump back like an overly curious little animal, but it was too late—she was undoubtedly drawn by the sudden news and wanted to stay back to watch. I saw her bump her head against the transporter's safety shield, grimace, and disappear in a flash of white light, reappearing outside in space at a forty-five degree tilt. Next to her, Pandora silently glanced at her sister's ungraceful posture and nonchalantly distanced herself by tens of kilometers, beginning to summon a horde of floating cannons, engaging in her favorite activity of broad artillery bombardment.
