“Time to end this!” Perry declared—then started the Frankie tumbling end-over-end along the long axis of the class 12. As the Frankie’s prow swung onto the target, he fired her weapons; when she rotated stern-on, he pulsed out a blast from her fusion drive. And when the line hit about firing our guns and them exploding in space, it was though he’d timed it—the class 12 simply came apart, wracked by internal explosions. The Frankie immediately righted and started a return trajectory to rendezvous with the Fafnir. “This is the bird. I say again, this is the bird. The enemy has been thoroughly
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