CHAPTER 5
A kilometer from Savannah Runner, when its white razor spires spread above him menacingly, Tarkos dared radio the cruiser. It answered immediately. In a moment he had located his ship, still where he and Bria had originally docked, at the end of a long and seemingly fragile crystal arm of the Neelee flagship. He adjusted his course, wobbling slightly and correcting several times because of the shifting mass of Tiklik. When he saw the starsleeve, a silver thistle covered with shining probability flanges, he flipped and burned the engine to brake the last hundred meters. He slammed against its hull, feet first, near the rear engines. He toppled forward, awkward under the mass of Tiklik strapped loosely to him, but he grabbed a flange and stopped his bounce, and in a moment r
