Galactic war

Alarms blared across the shattered bridge of the Coalition flagship Vanguard as plasma fire tore through the hull. Commander Lyra Vance gripped the edge of the command console, sparks raining down around her boots. "Status report! Where are our reinforcements?" she shouted over the roar of exploding bulkheads. Next to her, the tactical droid X-7’s optic lens flickered rapidly. "Calculations confirm our fleet has been reduced to scrap, Commander," X-7 stated flatly. "Survival probability has dropped to zero point zero four percent." Before Lyra could reply, the heavy blast doors blew inward, and Kaelen slid across the floor, firing his blaster wildly into the smoke before his weapon was knocked from his hand by an Obsidian trooper. "Well, that’s great," Kaelen groaned, raising his hands as heavy footsteps echoed through the breached doorway. General Vane stepped over the rubble, his scarred face illuminated by the red emergency lights, and grabbed Lyra by the collar. "Your pitiful rebellion ends tonight," Vane growled, dragging the heroes toward the boarding ramp of the massive black dreadnought looming outside. "Take them to the Event Horizon. Lord I ❤️ SPACE has been waiting for them."