Every Adventure Needs a Sidequest, Part 1

Theoretically, the Argo VII’s armored plating should be able to withstand cannon fire from a battleship. Yet one mysterious beast smashing into its side was enough to shove the school bus off the road and into the grassy field to the right of the freeway. It was lucky there had been no other cars around or the collateral damage from their crash would have been quite high.

As for the Argo VII’s crew—the team, as Farsight liked to call them now—they survived the collision. Although the sharp objects that had been dislodged from the equipment lockers did turn the living room into quite the danger zone.

“Why didn’t—”

Jackboot had just avoided getting stabbed by one of Farsight’s combat knives.

“—secure your—”

He ducked away from one of her arrows nearly stabbing him in the face.

“—gear when you”—with hare-quick reflexes, Jackboot caught another one of Farsight’s arrows—“got in the—”