The stealth craft entered the atmosphere of Serai, flying low beneath the radar of the Rhytil's detection systems. Lena's mind was focused, guiding the ship as it sailed toward the enemy's relay station. The craft shuddered as Rhytil ships fired on them, but the stealth systems kept them hidden just long enough to evade detection.
"We're almost there," Lena whispered, her voice tense. "Brace for impact."
The strike team braced themselves as the ship rocketed toward its target. In the distance, the relay station appeared—an imposing structure floating among the clouds of Serai, with swirling energy shields protecting it. Lena's eyes narrowed.
This is it. Time to strike.
Lena tapped deeper into the core, feeling its power surge as she bypassed the Rhytil's shields and locked onto their communication channels. The energy coursed through her like fire, and she clenched her fists to control the overwhelming sensation.
"Now!" Lena commanded.
The craft released a series of EMP charges, and the shields flickered and sputtered before finally collapsing. With the shields down, the strike team deployed their infiltration pods, slipping into the heart of the relay station. They moved quickly, planting explosives and hacking into the core systems.
"Relay systems are offline," one of the engineers reported, his voice laced with relief.
Lena could feel the impact of their success in the pit of her stomach. The Rhytil's communication network was crippled, and their coordination was in chaos. This was the turning point.