She still had her earpiece held in place from liaising with the hangar deck and hangar control. “All fighters are safely aboard, Captain,” she said. Driscoll watched streams of Draxx fighters exit the capital ship in front of them. “Plot a course, Mister Cochrane. Our partial charts should afford us the ability to use the Jump drive safely, so get us out of here, on the double.” “Yes, sir!” “Prime the Jump drive.” “Aye,” Hardy said. Ensign Brooke looked up from his monitor. “Twenty seconds until they’re on us.” The fighters were closer now. If they’d had the chance to launch beforehand, they would’ve. The Draxx liked to get an upper hand in any given situation, no matter how small. Now their numbers were significantly reduced, but it hadn’t stopped them from playing their trump card. After what she’d been through, the Manhattan was in no position to face down a hundred or so Draxx fighter craft.
