It was all based on guesswork. If they were wrong, it was all over.
Jas realized that she was biting the edge of her thumb and that the iron taste of blood was in her mouth. She couldn’t take her eyes off the part of the holo where the Thylacine and Shadow fighters were at battle.
“Toirien,” she exclaimed into her comm.
“It’s ready,” Toirien said.
“Fire now,” Jas blurted.
A pulse flew out from the Thylacine toward the Shadow ship. It looked the same as the others, and Jas could only tell it was the bomb because it didn’t follow the same trajectory. Rather than targeting the side of the ship opposite the beam, it flew straight toward it.
“Hey,” Trimborn said, “what’s that? Is it one of ours?”
“Pilot, reverse Raptors,” Jas barked. If the bomb worked, there was going to be one hell of
