Call to Arms (Blood on the Stars, #2)

by Jay Allan

hearing the loud click as the missile disengaged from his bracket and took off toward the enemy fighter.

the sound almost deafening

cockpit echoing with the whining sound of his lasers firing.

The cockpit was hot from the constant heavy thrust of the engines.

Four of the battleships were already gone, and the other six were badly damaged, bleeding air and fluids into space

six ships destroyed outright, and the other four badly damaged, bleeding air and fluids into space.

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He’d begun his career fighting desperate battles to save the Confederation, but then he’d had the steady hand of Rance Barron on the controls. This time it was on him, all of it. Perhaps even the survival of the Confederation.

The primaries made a sound, a hideous shriek that reverberated throughout the ship, far louder than normal.