The spaceship roared through the outrageously wide corridor, the alloy walls outside the porthole blurred by the high-speed movement, and we had been progressing inside the starship for over a dozen minutes. The Pandora Sisters were serving as the vanguard just a bit ahead, and the two little ones clearly felt that the dull anti-aircraft guns earlier weren't exciting enough, now eagerly hoping for millions of Terminators to block their path. I couldn't comprehend why two seemingly tender little Lolis were so interested in destroying things, just as I couldn't understand why there wasn't a single enemy in this corridor.