They hit fast, no warning, and no mercy, just wreckage and static where entire colonies used to be. Now it’s just us and our Paladin fighters, holding the line in the dead quiet of space.
There’s no one coming to save us. No reinforcements. Just a handful of pilots who know this might be the last flight they ever take, and still show up anyway. We’re not heroes; we’re what’s left.
So we burn hard, fly fast, and take as many of those things down with us as we can.
