The high-altitude gale roared against the reinforced roof panels of the speeding train as the massive shadow of the Directorate inspection frigate hovered two hundred feet above the locomotive.
"Look at the ventral weapon bays opening up," Jax shouted through the wind, pointing his magitech launcher toward the twin particle beam emitters glowing with pale blue energy.
"They are aligning their targeting arrays with our primary engine block," Diana reported from her elevated perch, her bowstring drawn taut with a frost-charged arrow.
"They want to disable our locomotion without destroying the cargo bays behind us," Kendra observed, planting her sabatons firmly upon the roof catwalk while her defensive aura shimmered.
"They still think this cargo belongs to their corporate ledger," Yeda remarked, her dark hair lashing wildly across her eyes as she unsheathed her twin daggers.
