The next moment.
A blast of ship-to-ship cannon fire screamed in, slamming against the Avenger Flagship's Zeka Shield. It erupted into a towering inferno, and the bridge was completely engulfed in a crimson glow!
Immediately after.
Several small ships, like gnats swarming a face, charged head-on toward them as the stunned command staff watched.
However, everyone qualified to be a member of the Avenger Flagship's command staff was a hardened Mortal who had stared death in the face and seen it all.
The shock lasted only a second.
Then, the entire command system on the bridge kicked into high gear, roaring to life like a maxed-out engine.
Before the command console on the first level.
A one-eyed Navy veteran stared at the approaching enemy ships, his composure absolute as he barked out a series of orders. "Those six ships are enemy boarding parties. Initiate Emergency Protocol Three. Prepare for contact.
