"Sir, we’re a hauler, not a kinetic missile!" Aris protested.
Aris let out a long breath, wiping sweat from his brow. "You’re a madman, Captain. But you sure know how to build a ship." consmoter
Captain Kaelen stared at the flickering tactical display of the Stardust Voyager . In the vast, blocky universe of , survival wasn’t just about having the biggest guns—it was about how you placed them. "Sir, we’re a hauler, not a kinetic missile
Kaelen gripped the armrests of his command chair. He had spent weeks in the hangar, meticulously snapping armor plates and point-defense turrets into place. He’d obsessed over the crew’s walking paths, ensuring the ammo runners could reach the cannons without tripping over each other. Now, in the cold vacuum of the Centauri Belt, all that "ship-building capability" was being put to the ultimate test. But you sure know how to build a ship
As the Stardust Voyager surged forward, the Fringe cruiser’s lasers bit into the hauler's reinforced bow. Sparks flew, and for a moment, the ship groaned under the physics of the impact. But the design held. The internal fire extinguishers—placed precisely where the most heat was expected—triggered instantly.
"Scan the debris," Kaelen said, his voice finally steady. "I saw some rare hyper-coils in their wreckage. If we can salvage those, we can unlock the next tier of our tech tree".