*****Shall we?

"Just tell me where you need us."

Hiro studied the enemy formation. "There. Between those two cruisers. It's a tight window, but it's our best shot."

Tisha nodded, her focus unwavering. She deftly piloted the Nomad towards the gap, the ship weaving through enemy fire with hair's-breadth precision.

As they broke through the enemy line, Sirien's surface came into view, marred by the scars of battle. Fires burned in several districts, smoke billowing into the atmosphere.

Hiro's jaw clenched at the sight. "Get us to the Council Headquarters. That's where they'll need us most."

Tisha steered the ship toward the planet, the Nomad descending through layers of smoke and chaos. The ship shuddered as they hit the atmosphere, but Tisha's control was steady.

"Prepare for landing. It's going to be a rough ride," she said, her tone grim but determined.