CHAPTER 6
Tarkos tuned in the encrypted hyper-radio traffic. The cruiser still had clearance to decode the incoming data. Bria projected a tactical display in the cockpit. Neelee-ornor was a small green marble before them. The Ulltrian ships had entered a single volume, their ships portrayed as prickly bristles of violet. A wedge strategy, it seemed: a spear formation of nearly two hundred ships diving for Neelee-ornor. Red lines showed the high-acceleration courses that Alliance ships were taking throughout the system, aiming now to stab into the Ulltrian fleet.
“If the Ulltrians mean to deliver a payload, a biological weapon—what did they call those weapons again?” Tarkos asked, but the name came to him immediately, “A KunPaTel—then it looks to be an effective strategy. They ca
