XVIII
Nova“What the hell was that!”
This and a string of obscenities escaped Garryn's lips as he picked himself off the floor after the ship was struck. The deck continued to shudder as the bombardment continued, making it difficult for him to regain his balance.
Flinn was already on his feet and studying the sensor readings. Instruments were screaming out in protest with erratic readings and flashing red lights wherever they was capable. The holographic screen was flashing with colour, indicating the full extent of their troubles.
“It's a solar flare!” Flinn barked, even though Garryn was capable of interpreting the same data.
“I've never seen one this big.”
Flinn did not answer as he reclaimed the captain's seat. The ship was being swept backwards, trapped in a wave of solar fire.
