Frustrated, Keryn sank deeper into the pilot’s chair. The radar was a direct update recorded by some of the equipment the team was carrying. As it detected foreign contacts on the ship, Keryn’s screen updated. As a result, she often didn’t receive an update until the group was fully entrenched in a battle against the Terrans. It was like watching a sporting event two to three seconds after the action happened. She could hear the explosions and yells long before the radar showed her any danger. Though Keryn knew that wouldn’t always be the case, that the radar could detect enemies well in advance of the team engaging the Terrans in combat, it hadn’t been the case thus far. Tracking their movements, Keryn had surmised that Yen was leading the team toward the engine room. She had smiled at his decision, taking his team far from the chaos that would surround the Destroyer’s bridge and control center. The infiltration team was comprised of some of the best Keryn had come across. They were hardly glory-hounds, and the thought of charging the bridge in a suicidal attempt at martyrdom hardly appealed to the team. The way they were moving now allowed them to do the most damage possible while engaging the fewest Terrans. Yen was smart, and Keryn felt a swell of pride in her chest knowing that they stood a good chance of survival under his leadership.
