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Diego tightly grips the control stick of the The Votan, his gaze firm and focused. With each maneuver, the spacecraft skillfully navigates through the asteroid belt, seamlessly blending with its surroundings. His every turn is precise, avoiding countless potential collisions and providing Kyle in the turret with ample opportunities to effectively counterattack enemy ships.
Though tension is evident on Diego's face, a hint of cunning glimmers in his eyes. He carefully monitors the enemy aircraft's movements on the radar, noting that they are almost entirely concentrated behind the The Votan, seemingly seeking a perfect opportunity to strike.
At this moment, Diego realized that this was their best opportunity to counterattack. He quickly issued instructions to Kyle over the communicator: "Kyle, are you ready? We are going to launch a counterattack, using their pursuit formation to inflict maximum damage on them!" Diego then urgently added, "Hurry to the workshop area. There's a pulse bomb there. If we can take them all out here, we'll be much safer!"
Diego's voice echoed in the narrow space of the The Votan, urgent and anxious. Upon hearing the command, Kyle quickly climbed out of the turret compartment. His body felt like a rocking ship in the intense vibration of the rubble belt, but he steadfastly made his way through the shaking corridor toward the ship's workshop.
Upon reaching the workspace, Kyle quickly searched for the pulse bomb. His hands swiftly sifted through rows of tools and devices until he finally found the deadly device - a small, inconspicuous-looking bomb with immense power hidden within. He carefully picked up the pulse bomb, feeling its cool metal casing and its inner weight.
Diego continued to guide Kyle through the communicator, urgent but composed: "Kid, you need to set a timer on the bomb. Set it to detonate in thirty seconds, then throw it out, getting as close as possible to those enemy aircraft chasing us. Remember, the timing has to be precise!"
Kyle swiftly set the timer according to Diego's instructions. His finger pressed the detonator on the bomb, setting a countdown of thirty seconds. Then, he walked to the back of the spaceship, holding the bomb, ready to throw it out.
Arriving at the back of the spaceship, Kyle opened a small porthole. Outside was the endless space and the enemy aircraft chasing them. He was filled with a nervous anticipation, knowing that this throw would determine their fate.
When the thirty-second countdown was about to end, Kyle took a deep breath and then forcefully threw the pulse bomb. The bomb drew an arc in space and flew towards the enemy aircraft. Kyle stared at the small object, and every rotation of it stimulated his nerves.
As the countdown ended, a dazzling light burst in space, and a strong shock wave spread out in all directions, swallowing up the pursuing enemy aircraft one by one. The explosion's radiance reflected in Kyle's eyes, and at the same time, a feeling of mixed fear and excitement surged in his heart.
Diego cheered inside the cockpit, the escape this time allowed them to escape from death once again. The Votan maneuvered through the debris field, gradually moving away from the explosion site, and the chaos caused by the explosion bought them valuable escape time. Kyle tightly gripped the communicator, still shocked by the recent experience, but also filled with an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.
However, when the pulse bomb exploded in the debris field, The Votan was instantly caught in a space storm. The huge explosion affected the surrounding debris, creating a spreading circle of destruction. Diego widened his eyes, his hands tensely gripping the controls, each maneuver feeling like a battle against the challenge of fate.
After the explosion, the fragments chased The Votan like relentless hunters. Sweat dripped down Diego's face as he focused intently ahead, calculating every maneuver to avoid the flying debris and wreckage. In the midst of the violent hail of debris, The Votan seemed like a small boat in a storm, but Diego, like a seasoned captain, skillfully guided it through.
The merciless fragments and wreckage pursued The Votan fiercely. Diego's eyes were fixed on the radar, estimating the trajectory of the debris. His every move was precise, dancing skillfully between life and death. Every time large pieces of debris and wreckage passed by, The Votan trembled as if in agony.
Kyle tightly grasped the support bar next to the porthole, his heartbeat merging with the vibrations of The Votan, tense and intense. Ray Jin was pressed close to his feet, seemingly sensing his master's fear and tension.
Diego continued to make small but crucial adjustments, attempting to find a safe path for The Votan. After narrow escapes and harrowing evasions, The Votan finally broke free from the encirclement of debris and entered a relatively stable area of space.
The Votan gradually decelerated in space, like a warrior who had just experienced an intense battle, exhausted and desolate. Diego released his hands from the controls, leaning back slightly in the pilot's seat. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and he used trembling hands to wipe away the evidence of his tension and fatigue.
The entire cabin was filled with a tense silence, only broken by the faint mechanical sounds of the spacecraft and occasional buzzing. Diego gasped for breath, each inhale seeming to relive the heart-pounding flight. His eyes revealed weariness, but within that weariness, there still flickered a trace of unyielding determination.
At this moment, Diego is completely different from his usual playful and humorous image. He looks more like an old captain who has experienced countless storms, just emerging from a violent storm but still insisting on steering the ship.
On the other side of the cabin door, Kyle stands quietly, looking at Diego with a complex expression. After this incident, he seems to have a new understanding of Diego. Meanwhile, Ray Jin quietly nestles on the side, seemingly also sensing the heavy atmosphere in the cabin.
The Votan appears lonely and small in this vast space, but its existence is so firm and prominent. Slowly moving through space, The Votan seems to be telling an unfinished story, an adventure that is not yet over.
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