Jess checked the time. It was seven minutes since they’d emerged from jump space into the middle of all out war. Seven minutes. It felt more like seven days.
The Wanderer had once again demonstrated amazing resilience and agility. Even so, it had taken a pounding. Its shields were hovering around forty-five percent, with a number of generators offline. Two thrusters were operating at reduced efficiency. Several shots had managed to pierce the shields and damage the hull, but none badly.
Jess threaded the Wanderer through a small gap in the fighting. Two battleships were slugging it out to the left, with swarms of smaller ships surrounding them. Smaller, but no less violent, encounters were happening in almost every direction. This time the Wanderer either passed unnoticed or wa
