The Votan shuttles through the sky of Sunset star, with dark red dust and strong air currents whistling against the hull, as if challenging the limits of the spacecraft. This place, known as the death zone, is famous for its harsh flying environment and unpredictable weather conditions, and many experienced pilots dare not venture into it easily.
Diego grips the control stick tightly, with a focused and determined gaze. His flying skills are fully demonstrated in this extreme environment. He must rely on precise control to avoid dangerous air currents and sandstorms, while also keeping an eye on the movements of the pursuers behind him.
Kyle is in the turret compartment, always ready to respond to any potential battle. He periodically checks the surrounding environment through the monitoring system to ensure they won't be suddenly attacked by the enemy.
Suddenly, the alarm system of The Votan sounds again, indicating that enemy aircraft are crossing the death zone, attempting to approach. These pursuers clearly do not fear the risks of the dangerous area and intend to corner Diego and Kyle.
Diego took a deep breath and pushed the spaceship to its limit, attempting to disrupt the pursuers' vision and targeting by navigating the complex environment of the death zone. At the same time, he calculated the optimal path for crossing the atmosphere and entering space.
"Kyle, get ready. We might be heading for a high-risk breakthrough," Diego conveyed instructions to Kyle through the communicator.
Kyle is tense and ready to respond to any situation. The Votan shuttles through the dark red sand of the death zone, like a fish struggling in treacherous waters, their fate hanging in the balance on this narrow escape route.
Inside the cockpit of The Votan, Diego's fingers move rapidly across the control panel, his gaze tense and focused. He carefully checks every indicator light and data reading of the spacecraft, ensuring its status and remaining energy.
The harsh environment of the Dead Zone and previous skirmishes have caused a sharp decrease in the shield energy of The Votan, leaving less than ten percent of energy. Diego knows that in this state, if they were to encounter the Empire's heavy firepower again, The Votan would almost certainly not survive. Every flashing warning light is like a loud alarm, reminding them that they are in an extremely dangerous situation.
Diego faces a difficult decision. He needs to allocate the ship's energy focus to the engines to ensure they have enough speed and maneuverability to evade enemy pursuit, which means further weakening the ship's defensive capabilities.
"Kyle, get ready, we are about to engage in an extreme flight," Diego's voice transmitted through the communicator to Kyle's ears.
Kyle stared at the monitoring screen, gripping the turret control lever tightly, ready to respond to potential threats at any moment. His gaze was firm, despite feeling anxious inside, but he knew there was no turning back now, only moving forward.
Diego transferred all available energy to the engine, and the speed of the spacecraft began to increase. The Votan left a long trail in the dust of the death zone, like a beam of light cutting through the heavy darkness. The spacecraft, under Diego's control, maneuvered agilely and swiftly, striving to evade the pursuit and attacks of the pursuers.
Inside The Votan's cockpit, Diego's eyes were tense, focused on the spacecraft's control panel. On the radar display of the spacecraft, red dots were rapidly approaching, indicating the presence of enemy fighters. The computer's voice report kept sounding, clearly reporting that they were being tracked by the latest model of Y-type fighter - the Annihilator.
These fighter jets are known for their outstanding speed and firepower, posing a major threat to any target trying to escape. Diego listened to the computer repeating the same information over and over, finally getting impatient and saying, "I got it, shut up!" His fingers quickly slid across the control panel, adjusting the spacecraft's course and speed, trying to find a way out in this dangerous airspace.
Kyle stared tensely at the enemy aircraft on the screen, his hands gripping the control stick of the turret, ready to respond to any potential attacks. The ship's alarm continued to sound in his ears, each alarm like a loud bell reminding them that they were in extreme danger.
Diego carried out one maneuver after another, trying to lose their pursuers. He was completely focused on piloting, with all his attention on the spacecraft and the surrounding environment. The Votan under his control moved like a nimble fish, darting through space and evading enemy pursuit.
In the turret compartment, Kyle executed every movement with extreme precision. His eyes were wide open, trying to discern hidden enemy aircraft in the dark red dust storm. The environment was filled with danger and uncertainty, where every decision could be a matter of life and death.
In this tense atmosphere, Ray Jin suddenly jumped onto Kyle's lap. Kyle was initially surprised, not expecting this situation. But when he saw Ray Jin curl up comfortably in his lap, a warm feeling instantly filled his heart. He gently stroked Ray Jin, feeling a sense of comfort. In this stressful situation, the presence of this little creature unexpectedly brought a sense of calm.
Kyle couldn't help but feel sorry for his previous indifference towards Ray Jin. He realized that both people and animals need support and comfort in such situations. Ray Jin's small gesture not only reminded Kyle of the importance of companionship but also gave him a little strength to persevere.
Kyle refocused his attention, looking out at the sandstorm through the window. The warmth and breathing of Ray Jin on his leg gave him more courage and determination. He knew that he was not just fighting for himself, but also for every companion around him, whether human or this little creature. With every dodge and turn of The Votan, Kyle controlled the turret more firmly, ready to face the upcoming battle at any moment.
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