"No... no, no, no," he muttered in despair, his voice cracking with fear. He realized with horrifying clarity that the energy build up was reaching its peak. If he didn't quickly get away from the blast radius in time, the corvette would be nothing more than a speck of dust in the coming explosion—assuming the ship could even make it out of the hangar of the star fortress.
"What do I do… what can I do now?!" he whispered, his eyes darting frantically.
He was trapped in a race against a weapon that could most likely cause catastrophic damage to the fortress, which had already suffered heavily from the enemy's attacks. If that next strike was even more powerful, and his gut told him it would be, then it could erase the fortress completely. And he was still miles away from the exit.
