29 A vast collection of weaponry lined the Formidable’s hangar deck. Wearing black tactical vests over their fatigues, the Serpents knelt in front of the various rifles, handguns, and grenades near the merchant freighter. The vessel would play a crucial role in the deception they were about to attempt. Captain Towers strapped a laser pistol to a thigh holster as Austin approached with his helmet and flight tablet in hand. “Captain,” he said, snapping off a crisp salute. Towers glanced at him. “No need for that, Lieutenant. I’m about to be a lowly civilian freighter skipper, remember?” “Of course, sir. I didn’t know you spoke Zahl.” “Prerequisite for a man in my line of work.” Slapping a fresh energy pack into a repeating laser rifle, Towers stood and put on his helmet. Faint silver l

