[Hostile fleet detected. Activating Alert Level 3. Civilians, proceed to the fortified shelter immediately. All combat-ready individuals report to the armory to defend the station. I repeat...]
The cold, mechanical voice of the trading station's AI echoed throughout the station, accompanied by flashing orange lights. Designed by Cleo herself, the AI was a crucial part of the station's defenses, managing the energy shields and overseeing the weapon platforms.
Cleo stood at the heart of the command center, her calm demeanor masking the storm of calculations running through her mind. The enemy had arrived. And they were wasting no time.
"The enemy fleet is here," Cleo stated, her voice sharp and commanding. "Deploying stealthy explosive drones. Attention all fighter squadrons: be ready to deploy on my signal." Her fingers danced across multiple consoles, sending hundreds of commands in the span of seconds.
[Alert. Enemy fighters incoming.]