“This is going to be the tricky part,” said Tarkus.
Dav felt his body tense even further.
“Tricky in what way?” he asked.
“I have to lose just enough speed that we can get into the hangar without destroying the flyer and ourselves, but not so much we become an easy target.
“Target for wha…”
His words trailed off as weapon’s fire lashed out around them. None of it seemed to be coming close from what he could see on the screen, but how much couldn’t he see?
Tarkus’s hands were locked on the controls now, shifting the craft backwards and forwards, side to side, and tweaking the throttle up and down continuously.
“Hold on to your stomach,” said Tarkus.
Dav didn’t even have time to ask why. Tarkus cut all power to the engine, and started to drop the flyer’s nose. Dav felt as if they’
