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Kira smiled, tapped her wrist-mounted upgrade screen, and nodded toward the hangar bay where mechanics were already installing the core.

She scrolled through the Galactic Market. Nothing. Not a single listing. The MK-VII was a relic, a pre-war component no one manufactured anymore. Her only hope was the derelict carrier Oblivion’s Grace , drifting in the asteroid field of Stage 6. PC - Sky Force Reloaded

The next sixty seconds were pure instinct. She flew through the broken hull of a frigate, scraping paint off the wings, then kicked afterburners straight into the carrier’s open bay. An explosion rocked her from behind—two mines detonated against a bulkhead instead of her hull. She had threaded the needle. Kira smiled, tapped her wrist-mounted upgrade screen, and

"Captain, I register twelve hostiles converging on your six o’clock. Probability of survival if you engage: 17%." Not a single listing

Inside the hangar, it was silent. And there it was: a dusty, forgotten crate marked MK-VII. She grabbed it with the salvage claw, heart pounding.

She armed the bomb, aimed for the sealed doors, and triggered it. The shockwave was blinding. The Oblivion’s Grace tore apart from the inside, and the Stormcrow shot out like a bullet, riding the blast wave through a newly opened hole in reality.