Chapter 36 – The Warrior Breed
Dagger's Edge jumped out of cross-space. Several other ships followed, a motley assortment from the SCAR fleets. They converged on Homestead.
Shariel stood on the bridge, too antsy to sit just yet. She stared at the display on the console and hissed. She clenched her fists and trembled.
“Breeder's name,” muttered Relael Calulash, the elderly pilot, looking at the same data. “Those poor people.”
“Take us in,” Shariel told him in a cold hard voice. “Best speed.”
“Shariel,” said Jh'talaia Veruseven, a middle-aged woman and the ship's navigation and systems officer, “this looks like suicide. Maybe we should turn back.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You know why. Honor.”
Jh'talaia frowned. “They're Agrarians. We shouldn't feel obligated to them for anything.”
Sharie
