Chapter Thirty
The Mistral was relaying its feed to the interface screens at the settlement control center, and what Ethan saw drove his heart into his stomach. Five ships. The Scythians had sent five ships. And all the colony had to defend itself was the Guardians’ vessel and the pulse emitter they’d built on the Nova Fortuna.
“Fuck.” Aubriot had entered the control room.
As part of Ethan’s many preparations for the Scythians’ return, he’d studied the recordings from the aliens’ previous attack. Two of the ships they’d sent this time were similar or possibly identical to the original scout ship. Their crescent structures and irregular markings looked the same and according to the data from the feed they were the same size. The second pair of the five ships were double the size of the s
