"Saintess, the enemy fleet has locked their cannons onto us. What are your orders?" The officer in charge of the carrier's defenses was already redirecting power from the main reactor to feed the shield generators, his hands trembling slightly as he awaited her response.
Lilla, seated calmly in the captain's chair with her usual poise, let out a small, serene smile that somehow diffused the tension in the bridge. "You already know what I'm going to say," she replied, her voice soft yet brimming with confidence.
"I trust in the capabilities of everyone here. Do as you see fit."
"Understood, Saintess!" The officer saluted sharply, his chest puffing with renewed resolve. "Powering up the experimental deflector! Countdown to activation: 10 seconds!"
"10..."
"9..."
"8... 7..."