Chapter 8
“One jump per hour?”
“Yes, sir.” Bassan fidgeted. He knew the commander wanted a different answer. But based on the size of the ship and the teleporter, he couldn’t jump it more often. Unless his powers exceeded his father’s.
Which I seriously doubt.
“I’m sorry it’s not more,” Bassan added.
Cartent dropped his tablet on the console in front of him and stood straight. “It’s more than we expected. With no ability to teleport, we intended to run hard and fast. You’ve given us options.”
“I…I won’t be able to jump far. And I’ll need to see clearly where I’m going. Especially since I’ve done it only once.”
The commander leaned back and crossed his arms. “Only once?”
I didn’t mean to say that.
Bassan shrank back. He tried to swallow, but his throat went dry. Unable to speak, he
