I was so intent on the battle ahead of us, the fight to delay the cruiser, that I only vaguely remember seeing the brilliant flashes from the Celestial’s forward guns as it began firing upon the Fayatt battleships. I was more than occupied keeping my Marrog out of the cruiser’s fire, to say nothing of trying to watch after the rest of my flight and the assault craft we were protecting.
I suppose that’s why I was so surprised when my cockpit suddenly flashed, indicating I’d been knocked out of the simulation.
“Looks like that’s it,” Barret announced, and my eyes grew wide with frustration.
I hadn’t been hit, I was sure of it. So, why had I been pulled from the simulation?
And then across the Wing Two comms came Hunter’s proud voice. “The Celestial just crippled the last Fayatt battleshi
