CHAPTER 12
Through the wind-whipped rain, they could see Kriani on the cliff head, firing lasers over the waving grass, their beams sparkling through the falling drops. Tarkos counted three dead Kriani laying near them, their black bodies slick with water, their heads missing antennae.
The cruiser shifted in the wind, a few hundred meters away from the melee. The Kriani did not see the stealthed ship, a gray blur in the gray tumble of the storm. They continued firing at something farther along the coast.
“It looks like they’re firing at nothing,” Tarkos said. “This group seems to have killed all the Kriani that were up here before.” The interior of cruiser was quiet, controlled, a different world than the tossing, freezing sea they just left. He turned the interior heat of the shi
