CHAPTER 16The attack came with a twisting that tore at the stomach, a sickening vertigo, a scream drowned in the sudden pulse of guns.
“All turrets open fire!” Varl snapped the order as he checked the instruments, hands darting to the controls. “Torps—loose!”
Missiles tipped with atomic warheads blasted from their housings to destroy—what?
The grey of hyperspace showed nothing, yet again the Odile lurched, plates creaking, lights flickering as the scream of the hydee rose even louder. The sound was impossible; electromagnetic forces did not scream no matter how abused, yet the machine shrieked like an injured horse as the ship shuddered at the sudden impact of blasting radiation.
“Port foreturret out of action.” Owen’s voice was calm as he made the report. “Port midturret damaged. Radi
