Kasandra sat in a shuttle waiting for the airlock to be connected with the enemy ship.
She felt conflicted about doing this, but Avery had told her to do whatever it took to stop this attack.
He had been too busy using his psionic abilities for her to tell him anything. But she was fine with that. All that mattered were the results. She would just have to ask for his forgiveness in the future once she had the chance.
It was not long before the shuttle's sealed doors opened and a half dozen people wearing combat armor and wielding laser rifles ran in to secure the cockpit.
When they arrived, they found the sole occupant sitting in the pilot's chair.
Except as they got closer to secure the target, it was clear that something was not right.
The individual was not moving at all.
Hastily Douvoi's subordinates rushed over to the front of the cockpit to determine what was going on.
