She armed the bomb, aimed for the sealed doors, and triggered it. The shockwave was blinding. The Oblivion’s Grace tore apart from the inside, and the Stormcrow shot out like a bullet, riding the blast wave through a newly opened hole in reality.
Her interceptor, the Stormcrow , was a legend. Tier 9 hull, fully upgraded Tesla coils, and a laser cannon that could core a battleship in three seconds. But after the assault on Bunker 7, the ship was limping. The primary targeting matrix had fused. The repair bay flashed a single, damning error code:
"Kira, this is Control. We show you powering weapons. That sector is for salvage, not combat," the handler’s voice crackled.
"Come on… come on…" she muttered, dodging a volley of plasma bolts while her co-pilot, an AI named "Sparks," calculated a path. PC - Sky Force Reloaded
The next sixty seconds were pure instinct. She flew through the broken hull of a frigate, scraping paint off the wings, then kicked afterburners straight into the carrier’s open bay. An explosion rocked her from behind—two mines detonated against a bulkhead instead of her hull. She had threaded the needle.
"Captain, I register twelve hostiles converging on your six o’clock. Probability of survival if you engage: 17%."
She scrolled through the Galactic Market. Nothing. Not a single listing. The MK-VII was a relic, a pre-war component no one manufactured anymore. Her only hope was the derelict carrier Oblivion’s Grace , drifting in the asteroid field of Stage 6. She armed the bomb, aimed for the sealed
That night, the Galactic Leaderboard updated. Kira Vasquez hadn’t climbed in kills. But a new, unofficial entry appeared below her name, typed in by a grinning technician:
"Just do it."
"No choice," she replied, throttling up. "No core, no Sky Force. I’m just a target." Her interceptor, the Stormcrow , was a legend
"Magnet lock failure!" Sparks shouted. "We’re trapped."
Sparks hesitated. "…It is illogical."