Her eyes rose to the holo of the Shadow ship that overhung the bridge. She scanned the vessel for any familiarities—sensor arrays, drive assemblies, cannons—anything that could give her a handle on what they were dealing with. But the ship was a mystery to her. Even its firepower was different. A long stream of energy burst from it, not the familiar bolts of pulses.
The Camaradon was being raked by this raw firepower, and its own barrage of pulses were being trapped and eradicated by the wavering energy beam before they could even hit the Shadow ship.
As they watched, more Unity Alliance ships blinked into existence, called to the Camaradon’s aid, yet they looked like fleas hopping around a dog.
The Thylacine’s pulses attracted the attention of the energy beam. It flicked toward them, a
