Chapter Twelve
Byron fired two shots, determined to hit the elusive target. The second blast sheared off a wing, sending the ship into a violent tailspin.
Jump! commanded Bassa, the coordinates flashing into Byron’s mind.
He felt a slight impact as they teleported to safety. Upon reentry, he scanned for damage.
Just nicked the hull, Bassa thought. We can still fly.
That was too close, Byron thought, turning the ship to rejoin the fight.
Incoming!
Byron noted the enemy fighter bearing down on their position and went on the defensive. Their ship dove, spiraling downward. The Vindicarn followed, taking the bait. Laser blasts shot past their nose, the flashes almost blinding. Byron caught his breath as he conveyed his intentions. Bassa’s reply was instant affirmation.
In the blink of a
