Lynx clawed his way through the wreckage of his former bridge, pushing aside ruined consoles and broken monitors. Lieutenant Roxy examined her glasses for any scratches or cracks, and smiled when she found none. She looked up and watched Lynx digging through his old ship as the wind blew his coat around behind him.
“What are you looking for, sir?”
Lynx looked up and smiled, then tossed her a particle beam pistol, slipping one into his coat’s inner pocket. “Looking for a way to keep the petty bandits from killing us easily.”
Lynx climbed up on top of a large pile of what used to be hull panels and looked around. The battle lasted long after the Holy Beacon destroyed Lynx’s flagship. Burning husks of fighters and bombers lay about for as far as the eye could see. Near the horizon, one single red cruiser hover miles above the ground. On top of the floating ship flew the flag of the Darklings, another army in the forces of Evil. Lynx smiled and turned around, looked down to see Lt. Roxy looking back up at him.
“We won.”
