Twenty-Five
Sithe
I watch the dreadnought grow larger on the expeditioner’s navigation screen.
We have nowhere to go.
I have come this far, and there is no escape. No way to evade. I can slice down any lesser, any ally, any Arrisan who gets in my way. On a great day, I could possibly slow down Zai. I would at least try.
But I cannot take down a dreadnought.
And yet I must.
The comm button blinks.
“They’re hailing us again,” I tell Catarine.
She touches her dusky lips, thinking. “Is it wise to run?”
“We can’t run.”
“Not even in your smaller ship?”
I shake my head. “I’m sorry.”
“I understand. I just wanted to know my options.” She drops her hand and treats me to a confident, no, radiant smile that warms the inside of my soul. “I’m willing to advocate for us if you’re willing to
