419:Black Day[III]

Inside the sleek, futuristic spacecraft known as the Vortex of Dominion, the command deck buzzed with activity. Despite its advanced AI systems capable of running the ship autonomously, the crew insisted on manual control, believing that human intuition and compassion were irreplaceable in critical moments.

"How long until the deadline?" Captain Harland of the Vortex asked, his voice calm and calculated as he watched the incoming assault unfold on the monitors.

"Five seconds, sir," the communications officer replied, his hands steady on the console.

"If they don't surrender by the—" Harland's words were cut short by an incoming transmission.

"Signal from the High Command, sir. Admiral Zovari of the USR is refusing."

"Good hunting, gentlemen.'"

A smirk crept across Harland's face. "Well, then let's not keep the admiral waiting. Vortex, prepare for defensive operations. Target and eliminate."