Inside the X-101 battleship, in the Dark Universe, the command room was as silent as the grave.
Only the hiss of high-pressure steam escaping from ruptured pipes and the crackle of bursting sparks remained.
Lin Fan released his badly deformed safety harness and struggled to his feet from the wrecked captain's chair.
The moment he opened his mouth, he couldn't help coughing up a large mouthful of blood.
"Master!"
Bone Crusher came striding up from the lower-level energy bay.
He wasn't in much better shape. His Force Battle Suit was covered in scratches, and several terrifying gashes had been cut deep enough to expose bone in his thick arms by flying shards of metal.
Phantom Ghost, Iron Rampart, and the others had been a little luckier. They'd been inside the inner cabin, so their injuries weren't as serious.
"I'm fine."
Lin Fan casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the blood and energy churning wildly inside him, then looked around.
Although the entire command room was a complete mess, at least it hadn't been breached.
Fortunately, they'd run into a patrol ship, not a battleship from the main fleet. Otherwise...
Lin Fan tipped back a bottle of medicine.
"101, report the damage."
101's flickering holographic figure appeared in the center of the control console, stuttering slightly.
"Master, I have not failed you."
"The physical damage to the hull has reached seventy percent."
"Multiple load-bearing alloy supports have broken, and both sides of the battleship have suffered extensive damage."
"All five of the battleship's weapon systems have been completely destroyed."
"The stealth module is beyond repair. The propulsion system is barely operational."
"Remaining backup energy: twenty-eight percent."
Hearing the catastrophic damage report, Bone Crusher added with a bitter smile, "Master, the