Dagmar lounged in her command seat, her dreadnought’s systems humming around her. Amie Rollard, her younger sister and combat partner, was at her side, as always.
"Amie, remember the time we pulled that prank on Aneta?" Dagmar chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Amie laughed. "How could I forget? She was furious, but she still loves us."
Dagmar's face grew serious. "Stay sharp out there, Amie. We’re the muscle, and our sisters are counting on us."