"Magnet lock failure!" Sparks shouted. "We’re trapped."
Kira smiled, tapped her wrist-mounted upgrade screen, and nodded toward the hangar bay where mechanics were already installing the core.
She armed the bomb, aimed for the sealed doors, and triggered it. The shockwave was blinding. The Oblivion’s Grace tore apart from the inside, and the Stormcrow shot out like a bullet, riding the blast wave through a newly opened hole in reality. PC - Sky Force Reloaded
The next sixty seconds were pure instinct. She flew through the broken hull of a frigate, scraping paint off the wings, then kicked afterburners straight into the carrier’s open bay. An explosion rocked her from behind—two mines detonated against a bulkhead instead of her hull. She had threaded the needle.
She emerged into clear space, trailing smoke, shields at 2%, but alive. The MK-VII was secure. "Magnet lock failure
That night, the Galactic Leaderboard updated. Kira Vasquez hadn’t climbed in kills. But a new, unofficial entry appeared below her name, typed in by a grinning technician:
"Captain, I register twelve hostiles converging on your six o’clock. Probability of survival if you engage: 17%." The shockwave was blinding
"Come on… come on…" she muttered, dodging a volley of plasma bolts while her co-pilot, an AI named "Sparks," calculated a path.