“Damn it, where is Garnce?” his angry voice blared over the com. “I need help!”
Athee couldn’t remain idle any longer. Snapping into action, she closed the shuttle’s hatch and slid into the pilot’s seat. Punching several buttons, she fumbled to secure her harness as the ship’s systems came online. She’d observed Byron dozens of times. While she didn’t understand all of the controls, Athee knew how to power the shuttle. The vessel wasn’t defenseless, either. She located the switch that activated the weapons, making a mental note for later. Taking a deep breath, she ignited the engines.
Glancing up from the controls, she caught sight of a crewmember waving his arms over her head. Athee chose to ignore the man and grasped the throttle. She had to help Byron.
“Who’s piloting that shuttle?”
