"Where do you get that?" "Because that ship is burning," Webber said. "And we're dodging." "Could be what we're dodging is burning pieces of ship." "This is what the mods were about. MacAdams and Taz, they're not electrical engineers. They're security. Marines." The ship juked again. Jons rocked and swore, grabbing at his back. "Okay, well, if you frame it like that, it makes kind of a lot of sense. Except for the part where it's totally fucking crazy." "It's only crazy to a sane person. Gomes is on the brink of losing everything. How cohesive do you think she is?" On the screen, a spread of rockets leapt from the bow, engines igniting in silvery starbursts, and spiraled toward the flaming vessel. Sparks fired from the rear of the wounded ship. Four flashes of light signaled the death of one rocket after another. One went off beside the crippled ship, followed by a second. Rather than being torn to shreds, however, the ship simply went silent. No lights. No launches. No nothing. Just a cape of flames that was already dwindling to nothing.
