Swarms of automated fighters were attacking the Antaurans. One ship was taking so many hits that its shields were constantly active, making it look more like a star than a man-made vehicle.
All it took was one to break through.
A hundred drones flew through the gap, and the Antauran dreadnought crumpled like a soda can in the fist of an angry teenager. Where was Telixa? It sickened him to realize it, but a part of him was hoping that she would die here. Or at least that she would be taken as a prisoner of war. Summer felt terrible sadness at that. There were times when Jack honestly wondered how the Nassai could love him when she was privy to his thoughts.
He approached the table with a grim expression, breathing slowly to remain calm. “Can you show me which ship the admiral was broadca
