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were no webs. They were mana beams, their touch bringing
death. They reached out toward Weatherlight.
"Cut those lines!" Gerrard shouted. His cannon
unloaded three rounds in quick succession. The bolts
grabbed Phyrexian flack from the air and obliterated it.
Tahngarth's cannon shouted. It ate away a pair of webs
just before they lashed Weatherlight's hull. He shot a third
time. This beam sliced through the air to punch into a set
of mana conduits on the starboard cruiser's flank.
Already, the air was black with fire from the cruisers.
"What have you done?" Tahngarth roared even as he
loosed a new volley. "We'll never survive the crossfire!"
"They'll never survive the crossfire," Gerrard shouted
back.
Black bolts filled the air between the cruisers. Most of
the shots went wide of Weatherlight. They continued on,
slamming into the opposite vessel. The Phyrexian cruisers
were slaying each other.
A black blast struck Weatherlight's hull just below
Fewsteem's gun.
"Forget the ships!" Gerrard shouted. "They're already
done for. Defensive fire!"
Over the tube came Sisay's voice. "Shall I take us out of
here, Commander?"
"Sure, Sisay. Straight forward. Take us up, through the
portal!"


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Chapter 2
Day Trip to Rath

"Take us where?" Sisay's voice echoed in the speaking
tube.
Gerrard had expected her to resist. He squeezed off two
more blasts, watching gaseous plasma smack against the
lateral thrusters of one of the cruisers. The mechanism
melted, and the Phyrexian warship listed farther.
Through a grim smile, he called back to Sisay, "We've
got to destroy the portal ship. We can't shoot it from this
side."
"On the other side, there's an armada," Sisay protested,
"and Phyrexians."
Gerrard spat dismissively. "Their ships are crap." As if
in proof, he fired twice more. The shots soared out like