KAELYN’S EYES FLEW open as a jolt rocked the ship. She bolted upright and turned to Rein. “What’s wrong?” she gasped, clutching the console.
Rein answered without a sideways glance, “We’re losing fuel fast. Buckle up. I’m going to pull us out of hyperspace.”
Her fingers fumbled with the harness and locked into place just as the ship decelerated and came to a full stop. Rein turned. His grim expression sent a chill through her.
He stiffly leaned toward her and said, “That big jolt we felt as we jumped into hyperspace was a direct hit. Normally a direct hit isn’t a big deal because of the defensive systems and shielding. But there’s a millisecond when the ship shifts all power to the engines to achieve light speed. In that millisecond, we were hit.”
“How bad is it?” Kaelyn asked quietly.
