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No Man's Sky - Combat: Firestorm Assault

Engagement Log — Shadowlark / Firestorm Tao Location: Outer orbit, unnamed green gas giant Command: Avatar Omega The call came through mid-shift — terse, encoded, unmistakable. An enemy freighter had slipped through the outer patrol ring and was making for the trade lanes. Firestorm Tao’s proximity alarms pulsed red across the bridge as Omega rose from his command seat, issuing orders with calm precision. Within moments, the hangar bays split open like jaws, and the Shadowlark dropped into the void. Its engines ignited with a bloodthirsty red glare, and the fighter dove beneath the Firestorm’s hull, banking hard into the planet’s green reflection. The stars twisted as Omega locked onto the target—a massive hostile freighter crawling with escorts and returning fire. “Target acquisition confirmed,” the onboard AI chimed. “Override fire sequence,” Omega replied. “Manual control.” He plunged straight toward the ship’s vulnerable hard points, the Shadowlark’s profile vanishing against the glare of the gas giant. Energy beams streaked past—amber, crimson, electric blue—but he was already weaving between them. The first volley came from his pulse cannons: short, precise bursts that crippled the freighter’s external turrets. Then he switched to phase-lance fire, targeting the ship’s dorsal conduits where the reactor shielding was weakest. The enemy vessel’s hull split open in a bright spray of molten debris. Electrical arcs raced down its spine, and one of its stabilizers tore away into the void. Omega swept low across its bow, grazing its sensor masts with his wingtip fire as he banked upward. “Core instability rising,” the AI warned. “I know,” he said quietly. “Push it.” He cut across the freighter’s flank, released two microtorpedoes, and peeled away just as the warheads struck home. The explosions chained together in perfect rhythm—first the reactor housing, then the drive sections, then the bridge. The entire freighter erupted in a sphere of orange and violet flame, breaking apart into a storm of incandescent wreckage. Shadowlark’s cockpit flared white from the blast, then cleared to reveal the aftermath: twisted frames, glowing fragments tumbling slowly into the green haze of the planet below. Omega steadied the ship, engines humming at idle. “That’s done,” he murmured, eyes narrowing. “Signal Firestorm Tao. Sector secured. Let's see if any surviving frigates are game to join the dead." He turned the Shadowlark toward the faint silhouette of his freighter in the distance—an ember of calm amid the drifting ruins—and engaged return vector. The whale hunt was over, but the void was never silent for long.