CHAPTER 14A riot of colour shone where there should have been the empty darkness of normal space; brilliant greens, reds, blues, yellows. Orange, puce, violet, the hard whiteness of eternal ice, the warm browns of autumn leaves.
A plethora of variegated hues and, amongst them, drifted objects; pyramids, cones, spires, cubes, spheres of different shades, polyhedrons, things like snowflakes, others like sponges.
An alien universe Varl had seen before.
“We made it.” He said into the intercom: “Maintain battle-alert.” To Koslenko he said, “Any sign of the other ships?”
“No.” The man checked his scanners. “But there’s something moving towards us on the upper-port side. One of those pyramids.”
“Veer away. Use rockets.” Varl snarled his impatience as Canale was slow to obey. “I’ll take over.
