As the Stardust Voyager surged forward, the Fringe cruiser’s lasers bit into the hauler's reinforced bow. Sparks flew, and for a moment, the ship groaned under the physics of the impact. But the design held. The internal fire extinguishers—placed precisely where the most heat was expected—triggered instantly.
"We’re whatever I designed us to be," Kaelen countered with a smirk. consmoter
With a deafening crunch, the Voyager’s heavy armor nose plowed into the cruiser’s reactor core. The resulting explosion lit up the sector, leaving nothing but a field of glowing shipwrecks. As the Stardust Voyager surged forward, the Fringe
Aris let out a long breath, wiping sweat from his brow. "You’re a madman, Captain. But you sure know how to build a ship." The resulting explosion lit up the sector, leaving
"Divert all power to the forward thrusters," Kaelen commanded. "We’re going to ram them."
Captain Kaelen stared at the flickering tactical display of the Stardust Voyager . In the vast, blocky universe of , survival wasn’t just about having the biggest guns—it was about how you placed them.
"Shields at forty percent!" his chief engineer, a frantic man named Aris, shouted over the roar of a nearby reactor. "That Fringe cruiser is targeting our exposed crew quarters. If we don’t rotate, we’re toast!"