Strapped into the cockpit of her Pyro fighter, Adril Hasad looked through the window at a sky full of stars that went on forever. Below her, the upper atmosphere of Ragnos caressed her ship, air currents swirling around her.
She pulled up to find a strange, organic fighter waiting for her. It was round with spikes extending from its bulbous body. Almost like a virus. One of those spikes emitted a stream of yellow lightning that struck her window. The shields flashed, and she was jostled in her seat. Luckily, she had suffered no damage.
The next thing she knew, she was rushing past the tiny fighter, finding nothing but empty space waiting for her on the other side. A hard stomp on the pedal made her ship yaw around.
The virus came into view, hanging in her window with the swirling clouds
