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Incoming
Jace collapsed to the floor of the ship as the light from the purple orb extinguished. Cold sweat covered his entire body, and he held a handkerchief up to his nose to wipe the blood that had accumulated.
He had done what he could with his Skex. They were only Skex, but he thought he could feel them in their final moments as they protected his ship. There was so much more to those creatures than he ever knew. He noticed movement on the screen above him.
“What are those?” he said as two bright dots flew by on the large screen on the bridge of the ship. As if in reply, the screen showed a close-up of the dots. “Are those…starships?”
Two incoming Wraith fighters, Eos’s projected voice warned from inside the ship.
