The Ark rocketed through space, its engines pushed to their limits as Nova navigated the ship through the labyrinth of debris and enemy fire. Reaver ships swarmed behind them, their sleek, insectoid designs moving with terrifying precision. The distant glow of the destroyed fortress faded in the rear sensors, but the looming threat of the Reaver fleet remained all too real.
"They're closing in!" Nova called from the pilot's seat, her fingers flying over the controls. "I hope someone has a bright idea, because we're not outrunning them for long."
Ethan stood at the center of the bridge, his mind racing. "Tazra, weapons status?"
"Locked and loaded," Tazra replied, her blasters ready at her side. "But we're not taking out an entire fleet with what we've got."
"Then we'll have to slow them down," Ethan said, his gaze hardening. "Prella, can you use the orb to destabilize their ships like we did before?"