The man made a face as though I’d asked for the insane. Which I suppose I had. “There’s no way we can match those ships. What you’re asking for is suicide.”
“Just form a line,” I snarled, my patience nearing its breaking point. “If this goes well, you won’t have to fire a single shot.”
I gestured to Alex to cut the connection before he could reply. Gloria gave me another of her looks. “Still no plan?”
“I’m working on it,” I snapped. “So, unless you have something better, bring us in close to that destroyer.”
“You realize they outgun us,” she added, turning back to her console. “By a lot.”
“Do you want to start charging particle cannons?” Alex asked.
I shook my head. “No,” I answered, finally grasping an approximation of a plan. “Gloria, take over weapons and keep me updated on the st
