Rixla missed another drone. “I can’t hit them!”
“Switch seats!” Tim yelled.
The tweens swapped chairs, the blue girl taking control of the Phoenix. “Can you shoot?”
“Can you do a barrel roll?”
The spaceship spun dodging ion bolts as Tim blasted a drone to bits.
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