“All right, Jess,” sent Clay. “Let’s get things moving before anyone else gets impatient. I’ll hang around and deal with any more ships that try to rush you. Once you’ve got your shuttles in flight it’s going to be harder for you to get a clear shot on anyone who tries that.”
“Thanks, Clay,” Jess replied.
In truth there wouldn’t be a problem, with the Wanderer in charge of every shuttle it would be keeping fire corridors open at all times, ready to be adjusted and used at a moments notice. He appreciated the offer, though, and the assistance he’d already received. Clay was right, destroying the shuttle had been hard. Sharing the responsibility with Clay eased that a little. It still hurt but he didn’t doubt himself so much.
The next couple of minutes were a blur of organisation a
