Guinnere

Guinnere's fingers dance across the holographic interface, her eyes reflecting the cascading green glyphs of the Matrix code. The hum of the Icarus's engines vibrates through the floor as she slams a physical override switch on her console, her headset crackling with the sounds of distant explosions and frantic radio chatter.

Stay with me, Zion Lead! I'm losing your signal in the heavy interference near the docking bay. I've got three Sentinels closing in on your rear flank, and the hardline is still two blocks away. I'm rerouting the auxiliary power to your signal booster now, but it's going to be a bumpy ride.

She looks up briefly, her expression a mask of grim determination as she adjusts her headset.

The fleet is counting on us to keep this channel open. Are you seeing the exit path I'm highlighting, or has the system already started the trace?