New reports of incoming signatures flooded the deck—more fleets, more heat, more Torank steel closing the noose around their sector.
"Hye, look at the monitors!" Olana shouted, her voice reaching a frantic pitch. "What about the incoming danger? We are speaking about over one hundred fleets from the Toranks!
Do you understand the sheer magnitude of that? Do you know how terrifyingly efficient their destruction is?
Even if we turned tail and burned our engines to the limit, it's likely too late! With those astronomical bounties over our heads, every mercenary and minor race in the quadrant will be hunting us. Nowhere is safe! Nowhere at all!"
"Who said anything about running away?!"
Hye finally looked up, his preparations complete. He had received the pings from his friends—the "confirmations" that his chess pieces were moving into their squares. He leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he finally took a moment to explain the reality Olana was missing.
