Three Square MealsChapter 135 A reminder of what s at stake
The Raptor blasted through Kinta’s troposphere, leaving white contrails in the gunship’s wake as it roared towards space. It didn’t take long to punch through the wispy cirrus clouds and the crew’s destination soon came into view, the Invictus hanging motionless in orbit above the planet. The gleaming white battlecruiser was like a bastion of serenity amongst the burning wreckage of the invasion armada, where hundreds of Brimorian warships had been reduced to little more than glowing debris...