The force on his body shifted and pressed him into his seat. The shaking continued and increased. Bassan’s innards turned to soup and he kept his eyes closed.
“This is going to be close,” someone said.
Was that the pilot? And how close?
Don’t shut your eyes, Zendar thought. Makes it worse.
I open them and I’ll throw up.
You’ll throw up if you don’t.
“No one is throwing up on my ship!”
Bassan’s eyes shot open. Outside the cockpit, the world raced toward them. The ship jolted hard and the shaking ceased. The dark sky filled their view and Bassan held his breath. Airborne at last.
“Incoming port side!”
The ship lurched to the right. A second later, an explosion went off on the other side of the hull next to Bassan. The force rocked the ship. His heart leapt to his throat. Only the st
