She scrolled through the Galactic Market. Nothing. Not a single listing. The MK-VII was a relic, a pre-war component no one manufactured anymore. Her only hope was the derelict carrier Oblivion’s Grace , drifting in the asteroid field of Stage 6.
They came from everywhere—Lokhul fighters, automated turrets still loyal to a dead AI, and the relentless homing mines she hated most. Kira’s fingers flew. Boost, weave, charge the laser, release. The Stormcrow danced like a leaf in a hurricane, its shield sparking under every grazing hit. PC - Sky Force Reloaded
"Kira, this is Control. We show you powering weapons. That sector is for salvage, not combat," the handler’s voice crackled. She scrolled through the Galactic Market
"Kid," she said. "In Sky Force, you don't win with luck. You win with stubbornness, a good upgrade path, and knowing exactly which old piece of junk is worth dying for." The MK-VII was a relic, a pre-war component
Then the hangar doors began to close.