Alarm bells rang on the Phoenix.
The enemy was attacking.
The strained old warbird had been on route to meet the fleet when an enemy Carrier and Destroyer caught them off guard. The harsh electronic buzz of the alert alarm echoed up and down the corridors of the massive ship as the lights changed from white to a flashing red. Juan and his entire squad jumped out of their bunks, suited up and ran down the long hallway towards the launch bay; adrenalin already filling their veins in response to the alert. They could hear and feel the impact of the enemy's weapons as they struck the armor of the ship. From the moment the alarm signal sounds everyone from the fighter pilots to the damage control teams are prepared to do precisely what needs to be done; but no amount of training could min
