But even at this moment, Boyle Jones did not surrender. Instead, she charged straight into the cockpit.
She quickly swept her gaze over the wildly fluctuating data on the dashboard, her hands dancing across the controls like a gale,
trying to adjust the ship's flight path and evade the enemy's attacks.
The female captain clenched her teeth, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. She knew full well that this sudden crisis would be a life-or-death trial for all of them. As captain, she had to lead everyone through a bloody path:
"All hands, prepare to counterattack!"
Boyle roared through the communicator, her voice steady and powerful as it traveled through the airwaves to every corner of the ship, injecting the panicked crew with a much-needed dose of courage.
However,
the enemy's attacks did not stop. Instead, they became increasingly frenzied and violent.
One unidentified floating cannon after another closed in from every direction.
Their muzzles continuously spat deadly energy beams, weaving an airtight net of firepower that tightly enveloped the escape ship.
"Captain,
the gap in our ships' performance is simply too great."
The deputy commander had just been slammed against the wall by the collision, blood spilling from his mouth as he shouted:
"Run!
We have to make it into Silver City!"
Under the successive violent bombardments, the escape ship began to sway violently like a lone leaf adrift in a raging storm.
The hull groaned under the energy impacts, as though it would collapse under the strain at any second.
At any moment, the entire ship could be torn apart by the savage attacks, reduced to countless fragments drifting through the cold abyss of space.
But at this very moment,
on an unmanned planet very close to them,
the transport ship, having narrowly avoided a crash and