Chapter Thirty-One
The threads’ ship hung against the starscape like a small, strange moon. It was utterly still. Ethan wondered how it had traveled there. The vessel seemed to have appeared from within space rather than moving through it.
Whatever its propulsion method, at least it had finally arrived. The Mistral was now out of the game but with the threads’ starship there to defend them the colony was still in with a chance.
Ethan thumbed his comm and contacted Kes, the xenobiologist who had spent weeks communicating with the threads at the Nova Fortuna. He asked the man to come to the control room immediately.
While waiting, Ethan wondered what was happening with the Scythian fleet. Since the Mistral’s sensors had gone down he had no visual on them. The flagship had to be within ra
