Kelran smirked and gestured to Cody,
"See this control here? 4.6 BILLION ISO-joules of your power.
In a directed energy packet.
See the Partel? minimal deflectors, no engines.
If someone surprises us, which is evry likely considering this sector is likely full of Yeerk patrols, your lives and theirs are entirely bound up in my ability to fly this ship and make judgement calls.
I am holding more firepower in this control stick than 13,000 hand held Dracons. Care to restate what you said?"
Kelran smiled.
It was only half-way a retallitation, Cody knew that Kelran was likely the best pilot inside a parsec's range, unless of course Yarin was better, no one had seen him fly combat. And Kelran knew Cody only half meant it.
Kelran had navigated and landed a 60,000 ton brick in a damaged state after a massive fight which he won, and a trans-galactic trip. No one was questioning his flying skills. Or his intentions of using the respectible, if relatively small firepower of Yarin's ship.
Whether he would exhibit any sanity in doing so was another question..... even more frightening was that Kelran took pride in that fact,