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Hot damn, he can fly

Our railguns pour a quarter of theirout three rail batteries Two unboats from Nike with twice our firepower unload their ht divide the world When they fade, ten banks of the torchShip’s turrets have been replaced by a gash of molten metal

Using the opening, a flight of three rickety ripWings with Gaap and drop their payloads before nose-diving between the ship and the sea The bo holes ten levels deep in the decks Seawater presses doard from the shockwaves Men on fire jump to tumble like embers into the sea

The Snowball jolts Our shields collapse as the torchShip’s particle beam lashes into our port side and overloads the secondary reactor Warning lights throb

“Please silence that,” Pax murmurs Sweat drips down his brow I silence the alarms I was hesitant to let him fly, but truth be told he’s better than I ever was or could be I don’t have the reflexes his DNA gives hi Electra waits behind us, a coa’s stolen razor wrapped around her waist

“Fat bitch is rolling,” she says

“Yes, but slowly,” Pax drones “Told you they’re understaffed”

Out the viewport, the torchShip begins a slow rotation so that its fla its exposed profile as it shreds us with the unharuns of the torchShip open up Fireballs bloom The air shudders “Clever bastards,” Inohull and the waves “That’s a narrow slip”

Pax tries a run, but is headed off by cannon fire He banks around “Gunboat One, Gunboat Two, I need a path”

“Is that a child?” one of the captains asks

Pax gestures to me impatiently I clear iveto have to carve it my damn self?”

“They’re too low to the deck”

“Not for my pilot” I set a hand on Pax’s shoulder Electra swats it away

“Register Form in our shadow”

“Ephrai ready,” Pax says