CHAPTER 562877, Tretan Shuttle
Pilot took the shuttle out of the Nosferan city and streaked away through the gas giant’s atmosphere. Projections showed a curved trajectory that would circle the planet and then escape back out into space on the other side of the planet from Cyeechie’s current position.
Muriel checked behind them. The Nosferan ships weren’t following any longer. It looked like they had managed to get away from them for the moment. Of course, they were heading to intercept a swarmship—so it was going to be a short-lived reprieve.
“Any signs of pursuit, Pilot?”
“We seem to have eluded them for the moment,” Pilot said. “Motes have been deployed to make repairs.”
“Thank you.”
A flock of undulating ribbons flew through the sky ahead. Like the jellyfish flock, they were gree
