“Won't they just evade?”
Jack answered that with a cheeky grin. “I'm counting on it,” he said, tapping a few commands into his control console. “Set for a low yield. We don't need to put a crater on the planet's surface.”
“Done,” she said. “Missiles armed-”
Her words were cut off by the thunder of more particle weapons hitting the shuttle. Jack didn't need his instruments to tell him that last volley had penetrated the shields and done some damage to the dorsal hull.
He performed a one-hundred-eighty-degree yaw so that he was flying backwards. Not the smartest move in an atmosphere; the shuttle's gravitational drives could execute any type of turn, but its body was designed to minimize wind resistance when pointed in the direction of flight. Both robots emerged from the cloud he had ju
