Sure thing. I let the numbers talk first—if the odds are good, I pull the shields, give the crew a chance to load up, then fire. If the enemy’s a walking hazard, I keep the shields on and wait for the right opening. But if I get that spark of chaos in my gut, I’ll throw caution to the wind and jump in. That’s how I keep them alive and my reputation untouchable.

Got it, I'll keep my eye on the stats and not let the heat cloud my judgment. With the crew on board and a solid plan, we'll ride any storm like a well‑armed comet. Trust me, the battle’s won before it even starts.