CHAPTER 11
Bria growled in frustration. The ship’s small repair robots, moving sluggishly in the heavy acceleration, had located the two breaches in the cruiser’s hull and sealed them. But now the interior of the cruiser filled with smoke as it repressurized. Bria could draw up a tactical view inside her helmet, but it seemed cramped and unclear. She preferred the tactical holograms that would normally fill the cockpit.
She had cut directly up and out of the plane of Neelee-ornor’s orbit, accelerating away from the path that the huge weapon’s beam would cut. Behind her, the missile blazed on, streaking for the Zoroastrian and the weapon. Bria sneered at its path, but had faith that Tiklik could handle it. The missile was small. The g*n that Tiklik aimed was very, very big.
Befor
