Aurora's calm voice broke the tense silence aboard the ship.
[Sir, would you like to retaliate against their forces more like sinking their entire fleet?]
Evan chuckled a bit upon hearing her suggestion.
Leaning against the railing, the faint glow of the ship's plasma thrusters cast faint shadows on his sharp features. He appeared thoughtful, his sharp gaze fixed on the horizon. For a moment, he considered the chaos unfolding around them—the relentless missiles, the fighter jets cutting through the skies, and the distant flashes of naval bombardments below.
After a moment, he replied coolly, "Nah, let's just go. But if any aircraft gets too close, turn them down. I don't want them following us."
Aurora acknowledged his command with a soft affirmation. Moments later, the ship surged forward, its thrusters roaring to life.