There were two distinct values for “they”—humans and Slan. She was praying for humans . . . but knew how slim that chance actually was. Her fighter’s main systems were down, singularity generator dead, weapons off-line, life support gone, AI fried. All that was working was...
Somewhere on the other side of that alien transport system, most of the carrier’s fighters would be battling for their lives. It was time for the mother ship to come in and lend her not inconsiderable support. The last of the fighters had gone on through, along with twelve frigates, eight destroy...
I took a long moment to get my breathing under control, and bring down that shrieking flight-or-fight urgency that was permeating my brain, throat, and gut. It was all a dream. . . . “Jesus Freaking Christ!” When my heart rat...