Neo Stac: Awakening Zero VIII

Bullets and slugs danced in the heavens, a weird symphony of death being played out in a field of battle. Ruffo's team gave back as good as they got. She barked orders like a conductor at a concert, her team followed them with precision. An Ul'ran craft kissed the ground, bringing up so much dirt and smoke.

"Got one," Ksen said. "They ought to be leavin' now."

It was funny; if one craft went down the others would always leave. Maybe it had something to do with a link to each other, but no one was ever sure of what that was.

Ruffo breathed a sigh of relief as there were only three casualties and four wounded this time around. Those were good odds these days.