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savage within instantly ascendant. Her g'ort would be satisfied.



The freighter Juneau was in extremis. Lifeboat beacons flickered
magically, tragically. Panicked maydays, ever fewer.

"She's gone," the tactical officer reported. The funereal silence was
deafening.

"Link signals from Luzon," Wong announced. "Third-order magnitude.
She's coming up like an intercept booster. Massive Doppler. Way off the
scope, Captain. One of us has gotta slow down big time!"

"Emergency retro!" Ketchie shouted. "Signal Crete to stand by for full
inertial. Panic override, on my command."

"Emergency retro, aye!" Jonson shouted, disengaging governors. The
starship shuddered against its own inertia, its great angular momentum
causing it to pitch.

"Mind your head, helm!" Wong roared. "Meet the yaw."
 "She's heavy, sir!" the helmsman shouted.

"Fire compensators, Jonson!" Wong ordered.

"Precession compensators," Jonson announced, hitting the emergency
buttons. "Hold attitude, helmsman! Ease your twist."

"Well done, Mr. Wong," Ketchie shouted. "How's Crete?"

"Holding position within limits," Wong replied. "Maintaining hard link."
Every inertial warning light on Crete's maneuvering panel glowed brightly;
their companion mothership struggled mightily to stay in grid formation.
Another set of diodes flickered magically. "Getting tertiary link on Luzon!
She's commencing long-range authentication."

"We're going to make it." Ketchie exhaled, steadying himself against
shuddering accelerations. "Tactical, corvette status."

"Roc flight confirmed destroyed in action," the tactical officer replied
mechanically. "Peregrine still has two birds in the game, sir. Two enemy
confirmed destroyed. Alien fast-movers are consolidating. Leading elements
are approaching Luzon's, main battery perimeter. Estimate engagement in
three minutes."

"Luzon can handle the fast-movers," Ketchie remarked. "Signal recall.
Let's get this link together andтАФ"

"Contacts! Close aboard!" the tactical assistant screamed.