After everyone and all of their ships were properly loaded the Quarter had launched successfully. The journey from Stacy to the Trojan Asteroid field trailing NiSaris took several hours, but they managed to approach the field with the people of the nearby world being none the wiser
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She went quiet, signaling that she was starting to concentrate.
The emptiness of space. This was different than fighting on the ground. She recalled a few years ago building giant ships for Black Hole and their dreams of space travel. Well, here she was, the lone survivor and- No wait! Not the time to think of that. She could hear the shots being fired all around her. Something blew up in her controls and she flinched from the damaged sustained. That's right. Just keep shooting, you dumb...aliens! The CO's powers increased from the damage the units had sustained...but they were in a much larger unit than the ones she used to command. Adding Serpentera just made it ridiculous.
Alright. Here goes nothing.
It was hard to just imagine the other zords and the giant floating dragon death fortress but she somehow managed it. Maybe it was all that training finally paying off.
And...there! Prime Tactics!
The movement wasn't really necessary but she pushed her arms outwards, passing the energy to the others. She bit down her lip from the pain caused by the energy in space, but thankfully the suit kept her from just passing out. Hopefully the zord would suddenly feel like its attack increased and defenses strengthened. Combined with the faster movement, it might be just what they needed. Serpentera would feel it soon too.
"Go now!" she yelled. She fought back the urge to vomit and tightened her grip on the control so she didn't fall over. Now she was getting kinda dizzy...
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