Chapter Thirty
“Nothing,” Dakar said, searching around the dark green crystal cavern.
“We are entering the next chamber,” Thunder murmured into the comlink.
Small crystals floated around the fighter. The sound of them bouncing against the ship’s hull reminded them that they were in a structure made of glass. Behind him, Thunder heard Vice hiss.
“This would have been better in a shuttle transport than in a fighter,” he muttered.
“Did you see a shuttle with a cloaking device on it? You know, you could always take over and pilot this thing,” Thunder commented.
“No, if we are going to die, I want you to be the one who gets blamed for it,” Vice replied with a grin.
“Sometimes I wonder…,” Thunder started to say before he whistled. “Found them.”
Vice leaned forward behind Thunder and look
