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Rex Ondras checked his heads-up display and found a dozen hostiles painted as green dots on his canopy window. Empty night stretched on forever, punctuated by tiny stars, but that wasn’t what held his attention.
The Ragnosian battlecruiser that hung before him was shaped somewhat like the blade of a knife and turned slightly askew so that he seemed to be approaching it on a diagonal. Green particle beams erupted from its pointed tip, striking targets that were too small for him to see.
Sucking air into his gaping mouth, Rex closed his eyes and shuddered. “Zev, Tylar, form up on my wing!” he barked. “We’re gonna take out those ventral cannons.”
A Phoenix-Class cruiser approached the Ragnosian ship head-on, dipping under the green plasma bursts and deftly avoiding them. It streaked pas
