Corsairs: Adiron (Corsair Brothers, #1)

by Ruby Dixon

The moment I start to towel off, the bridge clicks on over the comm. "Uh, hey…Mathiras?" It's Kaspar. Mathiras chimes back from the engine room. "What?" "Did you run into anyone we should know about back on V'tarr Station?" A pause. "No, why?" Kaspar sounds tense. "Because we're being approached by another corsair vessel…and I'm pretty sure this one is from Homeworld." "Homeworld?!" Mathiras sounds puzzled. "What the kef are they doing out here in the Slatra system?" "Great question. You should also be asking why they're hailing us and demanding we surrender." "Surrender? I'm coming to the bridge." Uh oh. I haul the towel around my hips and hit the intercom. "Hey…so uh, you guys will never guess what I heard back on the cantina." "What?" I'm not sure which brother it is, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter. I click over again. "I might know who that ship belongs to…" "Get your ass in here, Adiron," Mathiras snaps. "Bridge. Now." "On my way," I say cheerfully. I mean, if we die, I should go out with a smile. I'd make an ugly corpse with my face all snarled up. I tie the towel around my waist even tighter, then run a comb through my hair. Again, an ugly corpse is not how I want to be remembered. Zoey would be totally pissed to see me looking like shit at my own funeral. Zoey. I stare at the fogged mirror, think for a moment, and then soap up the tip of my finger and use it to write a message. Lord Straik sa'Rin. There. Even if we don't make it back to mesakkah-space and ...

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