Chapter 36
The excitement which had been flowing through Clay’s veins faded into calm as he and the ships around him finished closing on the Tainted fleet. The prospect of battle and of going up against four frigates, even indirectly, had filled him with anticipation. Battle itself brought with it a cool head and steady hand, as it always did.
He was amongst a swarm of fighters and other small craft from Captain North’s refugee fleet. The larger combat vessels, some ex-pirate ships and the two ex-Imperial corvettes were following close behind.
The Wanderer was back with the freighters and other lightly armed ships, trying to avoid detection before launching its attack. The thought that this would be the perfect chance for betrayal flashed across Clay’s mind. If the Wanderer was act
