The shrill wail of the alarm ripped through the spacecraft, a jarring symphony of urgency. Red lights pulsed, casting long, distorted shadows across the medical bay.
A synthesized voice echoed through the speakers, "All personnel, report to your stations. All personnel, report to your stations."
Xiang Yu, his movements swift and decisive, pulled his t-shirt over his head. "Where is Han Xin?" he asked, his voice sharp and clear. Han Zhan, his grip on Doctor Bai's arm tightening instinctively, turned to face him.
"He should be in the command bridge by now."
"Take me to him," Xiang Yu commanded. "Lian, Mei, stay with Little Bai and make sure he is safe."
"Yes, Master," Lian and Mei replied in unison, their eyes fixed on Doctor Bai. "We will protect Brother Bai Bai."
Han Zhan's jaw tightened. He watched Xiang Yu stride past, then mouthed, his expression a mixture of vexation and disbelief, "Little Bai?" He was clearly asking, Since when did Xiang Yu call his man by his nickname?
