Let the hunt begin...

As he was about to join them on the bed, the virtual screen in his eyes lit up and Nova's voice rang in his mind.

[Hiro? The outpost is under attack.] She announced with a sense of urgency.

Hiro blinked in surprise, his heart pounding as Nova's voice echoed in his mind. "Nova? What do you mean by 'the outpost is under attack'?" he asked, a tinge of panic creeping into his voice.

Nova's reply crackled in his thoughts, laced with sarcasm and irritation. [What other meaning does 'the outpost is under attack' have, Hiro?] Her words dripped with impatience, and Hiro could almost picture her rolling her eyes.

The virtual screen in his eyes displayed a series of flashing red alerts, indicating the cloaking system was under relentless attack from the other side.

Without wasting another moment, Hiro grabbed his clothes and hastily dressed, the cool fabric brushing against his skin. He couldn't afford to lose any more time.