XXVIII
DreadnoughtGarryn slammed into the side of his seat. His shoulder stung in pain despite the cushioned seats. Below him, he felt the Wayward Son veer sharply to starboard. Steadying himself, his chair pivoted with the motion of his body as he placed his hands on the firing controls and sought out his target. There were more than enough ships in pursuit to make the selection easy.
Garryn fired into the thickest part of the air wing group, trying to send their formation into disarray. The sky flared up when one of his energy bolts met its mark. Yet for every one he destroyed, there seemed to be another getting closer and closer. Realistically, he knew they would eventually overrun Flinn's beloved ship, unless they could make the jump to hyperspace.
When the ship banked abruptly, Ga
