If the engines were down, or even damaged enough to hinder a retreat, it could be a death sentence for her crew. Surrender wasn’t an option, at least not one she’d consider against an enemy like the Union. She knew enough about Sector Nine and its techniques to be certain of one thing. She’d see her people blasted to atoms in a desperate fight to the finish before she’d risk allowing them to be consigned to the torture chambers and interrogation rooms of the enemy intelligence service.
