"Kara," Myitt hisses. "His engines. The main ones, right there. The ship is shielded, but hey, it'd be nice to try and fry his ass a bit before he runs away."
"Okay," Kara murmurs reluctantly, aiming the weapons controls with shaking hands, unaware that Myitt is also aiming the controls with h auxiliary control screen, overriding the weapons station.
Myitt fires both powerful Cruiser cannons at the Blade Ship, a parting shot if nothing else, but as soon as those shots are away she fires another set, hoping to damage the shielding enough to annoy Seran. And maybe, just a little, make him afraid.
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"Gerard, I really think you should go," says Reven to the young man, looking up at him. Gerard had returned from the docking bays, part of the vast crew of soldiers departing the base and helping to collect all the necessary supplies and equipment. That effort had only intensified in the hour or so since the definite word of evacuation was received, but every false alarm was treated this way. Ships had been streaming away from the base for hours, clogging the orbit of the little moon they had purchased from the Skrit Na.
The rebellion couldn't afford to be careless twice in a row.
What had been a bustling control center, filled with the noise and color of dozens of glowing holoscreens and hurrying rebel soldiers, was now dim and quiet.
"Sir?" asks Gerard.
"You need to leave," says Reven patiently. "That's an order. You do know how to obey an order, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," says Gerard to the human-Controller whose human component was five years his junior. "But there's no one left. Just a few techs who are evacuating, and the last of the excavators."
Reven nods, typing slowly on one of the holopads. "Self destruct is set for half an hour."
"And what are you going to do?" Gerard demands, becoming angry. Reven and James were his friends as much as his commander. "Huh? Just stay here and try to pick off as many ships as you can, and let the place blow up? Like, like some goddamned captain going down with the Titanic?"
Reven smiles a little, looking down at the holopad. "Maybe."
The countdown was already ticking.