Assault On Ambrose Station: A Seth Donovan Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Max was first to arrive, naturally, her cabin being only fifteen metres aft of the command module’s access hatch. Fel’negr was next, practically diving into his seat, his hands a flurry across his console. Zoe stayed on the pilots station until Crege managed to limp into the compartment, huffing and wincing in pain. Zoe gave him a concerned look as she climbed out of the seat, but left in a hurry without any questions. I’d trained her well. “What have we got?” asked Max, “Talk to me guys!” “Thirty-seven contacts,” came Fel’s reply, “Closest one will intercept in three minutes.” Ice formed in my belly. Thirty-seven? I thought. “What are they? Give me specs!” “Unknown. Seth, can you make anything from these?” Fel flicked the data to my console, and I quickly brought up the readings. Sure enough, I recognised their shape and performance characteristics.
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