Chapter 36

The very question always brought a realization. If Dara and the kid were so damned important, then want to wager they wouldn't actually fire?

"Major Blake, hold off on firing. First Mate, keep us on a steady course for space."

"But, sir, what of the citadel?"

"Ignore it. Are our shields raised?"

"Shields are at eighty-five percent, sir."

Damn that energy core for not being completely replenished yet.

"We could try firing some EMP missiles." Major Blake turned from her station to address him.

Kobrah shook his head. "We don't want to get in a firefight with a citadel." They'd been known to take down ships much larger than his. "I don't suppose we've got some of that plasma magnetic pulse juice left?"

"Negative, sir."