The quiet bridge of the Odyssey erupted into a symphony of destruction. Alarms blared, red lights flashed, and the whole ship shuddered as the blasts of entropy from the chaos ships slammed against their golden shield of emotion.
The shield held, but just barely. It flickered and dimmed with each impact, and the crew felt a wave of psychic exhaustion wash over them, as if the enemy was attacking their willpower directly.
"We're outnumbered and outgunned!" Ilsa Varkov yelled, her hands gripping the arms of her command chair. "Their weapons are bypassing our standard defenses! We can't just sit here and take it!"
Scarlett was a blur of motion in the pilot's seat. The chaos ships were fast and unpredictable, moving in ways that defied normal physics.
She was pushing the Odyssey to its absolute limits, dodging and weaving through the storm, using the very reality waves that had threatened them before as a shield.
