Anthony sat in composed silence, eyes closed, as his aircraft pierced through the fabric of space at blistering speed, en route to Military Base Alpha-9.
Hours had passed since he concluded his intense discussion about the Starborn Tournament with the Grand Marshals.
Now, he sought only a brief reprieve, an attempt to rest amidst the silence of the voyage.
But the onboard AI had other plans.
A sharp chime echoed through the control room, disrupting the stillness.
"Approaching Military Base Alpha-9. Estimated arrival: ten minutes"
Anthony's eyes snapped open at the announcement.
Around him, the Grand Marshals and Warlords stirred as well, their eyes narrowing with focus as they emerged from their meditative stillness.
After hours of anticipation, their destination was finally within reach. A journey that would have taken days aboard a conventional aircraft had been reduced to mere hours, thanks to Anthony's colossal Last Stand aircraft.
