Chapter 9: Bugs
The tension on our damaged ship was palpable as I asked, "What's the plan?" Everyone turned to me, their gazes expectant.
"Why are you all looking at me?"
Ezra let out a laugh. "I don't know, man. You're the brains of our crew, Dune. Plans are kinda your thing."
What? Me? I glanced at them, then sighed. Thinking about it, it did make sense. Maybe I was the smartest one here. But the thought struck me, was my past self like this? If I ever regained my memories, would I still be... me? Would the person I am now disappear?
But what i know is that... Whatever happens, I'm not dying here.
"Alright. Our main goal is to kill them. We don't have any more explosives... Nely, can you make something from your ability?"
Nely shook her head. "No. My ability creates anything, sure, but even if I make explosives, they'll just be Neba. They won't actually explode."
Damn. "Alright, then we'll—"
Before I could finish, a massive shadow fell over us.
"Get away!" I shouted.
The enemy ship came crashing down on ours. Wood shattered and splintered as the impact rocked the deck beneath us. Our already battered ship groaned in protest, beyond repair now. Four figures leaped down from the wreckage, landing before us with unnerving precision.