Christina rapidly tapped at the keyboard, trying to repair the malfunctioning systems, while glancing at the red points of light beyond the bridge windows.
After realizing that danger was approaching.
She deliberately called out to Fillete in a calm voice. "Fillete."
"Here."
"Ptolemaios's power system will be restored soon, but the firepower over at the Strike Pack isn't strong enough. Go over there and help."
"Huh!? But according to the data..."
Seeing that Fillete was reluctant to leave, Christina immediately rebuked her harshly. "No buts. Hurry up, or we're all finished!"
"U-understood."
With no other choice, Fillete nodded and floated toward the Strike Pack hangar.
After Fillete left, Richterdal casually asked Christina in a joking tone, "You lied to her just now, didn't you?"
"You could tell?"
"Of course."
Seeing that Richterdal had already seen through her thoughts, Christina hesitated for a second, her expression softening slightly.
But another piece of bad news came hurtling toward them.
The red points of light beyond the windows were getting closer and closer.
Christina could only compose herself and warn her seriously, "One is coming straight at us."
"We have to survive!"
"Yeah. I don't want Fillete lecturing me again."
After casually chatting for a few moments, the two calmly returned to their work, as though death had not yet descended upon them.
Meanwhile, at the Strike Pack, Mileina and Ian continued aiming at and firing on the enemy.
However, several Bad Luck Types had moved into the Strike Pack's blind spots, leaving them with no way to respond.
Just as Ian was about to detach the Strike Pack and pursue them, the door to their control cabin opened.
"How's the situation?"
"Huh? Fillete, why are you here?"
"They're coming!"
Before Mileina could continue questioning her, Ian, who was braced for battle, interrupted.