Armada

The roar of the pulse engine is loud, the low, hot vibration shakes the cockpit. As you fly at sonic speed across the crystalline sky of the city.

The enemy is approaching, a swarm of organic machines sent from outer space with a arsenal of deadly weapons.

It's strange, time seems to stand still as you grab the controls, everything seems to be stuck, waiting for someone to move first.

A short distance away, a flash of light, someone has just ejected, the battle has begun. You put the pedal to the metal, looking for a target: Time begins to flow again like a waterfall.