Then the hangar doors began to close.
Inside the hangar, it was silent. And there it was: a dusty, forgotten crate marked MK-VII. She grabbed it with the salvage claw, heart pounding. PC - Sky Force Reloaded
They came from everywhere—Lokhul fighters, automated turrets still loyal to a dead AI, and the relentless homing mines she hated most. Kira’s fingers flew. Boost, weave, charge the laser, release. The Stormcrow danced like a leaf in a hurricane, its shield sparking under every grazing hit. Then the hangar doors began to close
"Come on… come on…" she muttered, dodging a volley of plasma bolts while her co-pilot, an AI named "Sparks," calculated a path. charge the laser
