“Offplanet!”
“Understood.”
The Grayle climbed at full drive.
In a side and then a rear screen, Joshua watched the Chitet ship flounder like a gaffed fish, smoke pouring from its wound.
The ship grew smaller, smaller still, and then they were in space.
“Three jumps. At random. No destination.”
“Understood.”
Joshua looked at Taen as the Al’ar got to his feet. He was suddenly very tired.
He felt Taen’s strength and a chilly, almost robotic companionship.
“Now it begins,” Joshua echoed.
The Grayle vanished into the cold fire of the stars.
About the Author
Chris Bunch lives in a tiny village on the Washington coast and collects artillery and enemies. This is his seventeenth book.