MY CRUEL PROTECTOR
A proximity alarm blared, a harsh red light drowning out the violet glow.
"We have company," Nevan growled, checking the external cameras.
Two high-speed tactical drones, sleek and shaped like barracudas, were closing in on us. They didn't have markings, but I didn't need a logo to know who they belonged to. The Ascendancy’s reach wasn't just in the clouds; it was in the trenches.
"They're going to ram us," Nevan said, his hands flying over the thruster controls. "Ruby, I can't outmaneuver them in this bubble. You have to get us inside that airlock now."