Drake glanced at the displays in front of them, checking the distance to the station they were approaching. Around him the crew carried out their tasks intently, barely lifting their voices above a whisper.
Two days had passed but Drake’s ability to block out the crew hadn’t improved significantly. His only option was to spend most of his time on the bridge in what looked like brooding silence, concentrating on keeping his mental barriers up and protecting the crew.
“Lock down the auxiliary systems,” he ordered. “Let’s not advertise our abilities here. With any luck we’re moving ahead of any knowledge of what the Dagger can really do.”
“Aye, Captain,” replied Sonia.
Her words were clipped, her tone cool. It was nothing he could take offence at and was perfectly reasonable consider
