He itched to deal some damage.
Seated behind the controls of Challenger, Travis watched the countdown on his board tick off the time remaining before they reached the source of the distress signal. Luck had been with them – five more minutes and the NX-03 would have been too far away to receive this signal in time to do anything about it. Just the nature of the threat caused his muscles to tighten up and his jaw to clench. Nausicaans.
“One minute,” he announced as he concentrated on pushing the fury aside. Right now, it didn’t matter that the Nausicaans had been plaguing the shipping lanes even worse than before the Xindi attack. It wasn’t relevant that his brother would probably never walk again thanks to these bastards or that his mother had been forced to sell the Horizon for scrap a
