The ten-mile Golden Script Cage hummed like a swarm of angry hornets around the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser], locking the surrounding spatial folds in place.
Out in front of the main gate, thousand-foot silver Void Dragon Little Fifth tugged twice on his [Dragon-Cruiser Chest Harness]. His silver claws struck sparks against the golden script bars before he looked back at the porch with an annoyed puff of nostril-smoke.
“Baba! Bad net sticky!” Little Fifth’s toddler voice boomed over the helm intercom.
“Little Fifth bite it?”
“Hold still for a minute, buddy,” Gu Changsheng called back, strolling out to the front porch rail with his porcelain teapot in hand. “Let’s see who paid for this expensive net before we tear it up.”
As the courtyard’s forward momentum settled to a halt in the middle of the Broken-Tooth Asteroid Belt, the black shadows behind the surrounding space rocks peeled away.
VMMMMM—CLANK!
Fifty massive, skull-painted iron warships rose from the asteroid craters, forming a three-tiered semi-circle that blocked the entire exit pass of the belt.
