Where are you, Seela? Get here now!
The humid air of the jungle planet clung to Captain Ta-Shia's skin like a second, suffocating layer as she emerged from the gaping maw of the ancient temple. Moss-covered stones, slick with perpetual dampness, crumbled under the crew's boots. Her voice, sharp and laced with impatience, crackled into her communicator. "Where are you, Seela? Get here now!" A moment of static-laced silence stretched, taut and heavy, before the speaker sputtered to life. "The Pyke Syndicate are here, boss! I'm trying to shake them now!" The reply was a frantic burst of static, punctuated by the whine of engines pushed to their limit. Then, a thunderous roar ripped through the jungle canopy. The Raptor, a sleek, gunmetal grey ship, screamed across the sky, leaving a trail of displaced leaves and terrified shrieks in its wake. Its engines spat fire as it danced a desperate ballet against unseen aggressors. Back on the ground, Ta-Shia's jaw tightened. "Well, hurry up!" she barked, her gaze flicking to the encroaching jungle. "The rancors of this planet are closing in, and they don't look happy! We're not going to last long down here!" The air vibrated with the guttural growls and heavy footfalls of approaching beasts, a primal counterpoint to the futuristic war unfolding above. Their shadows, grotesque and distorted, stretched from the dense foliage, promising a brutal, close-quarters fight. The clock was ticking.
Where are you, Seela? Get here now!
The humid air of the jungle planet clung to Captain Ta-Shia's skin like a second, suffocating layer as she emerged from the gaping maw of the ancient temple. Moss-covered stones, slick with perpetual dampness, crumbled under the crew's boots. Her voice, sharp and laced with impatience, crackled into her communicator. "Where are you, Seela? Get here now!" A moment of static-laced silence stretched, taut and heavy, before the speaker sputtered to life. "The Pyke Syndicate are here, boss! I'm trying to shake them now!" The reply was a frantic burst of static, punctuated by the whine of engines pushed to their limit. Then, a thunderous roar ripped through the jungle canopy. The Raptor, a sleek, gunmetal grey ship, screamed across the sky, leaving a trail of displaced leaves and terrified shrieks in its wake. Its engines spat fire as it danced a desperate ballet against unseen aggressors. Back on the ground, Ta-Shia's jaw tightened. "Well, hurry up!" she barked, her gaze flicking to the encroaching jungle. "The rancors of this planet are closing in, and they don't look happy! We're not going to last long down here!" The air vibrated with the guttural growls and heavy footfalls of approaching beasts, a primal counterpoint to the futuristic war unfolding above. Their shadows, grotesque and distorted, stretched from the dense foliage, promising a brutal, close-quarters fight. The clock was ticking.