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

by Jay Allan

he heard the loud whine, his laser cannons blasting away.

primes.

A fighter handled better without the attached ordnance,

And Stara, whom he was sure knew,

scolding himself for not expecting the enemy to flee.

if we launch fighters, we’ll have to stop and recover them before we can pursue.”

The Confederation was the one place where citizens, at least some of them, enjoyed anything remotely resembling freedom.

Its shattered ruins were still floating through space, leaking radiation and residual heat, but it had only taken Intrepid’s AI a few seconds to determine that the vessel was lifeless and essentially destroyed.

targeting a hull breach twenty meters in length from thousands of kilometers.

It was an accuracy that went beyond what any sharpshooter or marksman could hope to match.

Three thousand kilometers.

Ship captains could be a prickly lot,

Capital ship captains could be touchy creatures.

but

But

but

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but

but

the victim

but

but

but

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His ship didn’t handle quite as well as it did with the lighter interceptor kit,

fighters

but

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but

but

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but

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but

but

but

but

but

but

but

at least

but

but

you’ll only pay for this twice.”

something deeper called to him to treat his Marines with respect, even the dead ones.

“Honestly,

Honestly,

“To be honest,