Doug let out a foul mouthed tirade. His fighter was accelerating but much slower than it usually would to avoid killing Sasha. For the same reason he couldn’t dodge like he usually could. His shields were being rapidly battered down. Once they were gone Sasha would be killed immediately, and he would follow soon after.
He could save himself. If they were both going to die anyway then shouldn’t he save himself even if the manoeuvres killed her? He looked out the window and found Sasha staring back at him. She looked terrified. It wasn’t surprising. She hadn’t signed up to go on combat missions, to be hanging off the side of a fighter seconds away from death. The emergency comm kicked in.
“Doug,” she said. “You can’t save us both. Thank you for trying. Now save yourself.”
Her
