I’d seen scramblers. Hundreds of them, sailing naked through the void, their arms spread wide. Some of their arms, anyway. “They were carrying—” Bates nodded. “Weapons.” Her eyes flickered to some unseen distanced for a moment. “First wave headed for the front end. Blister and forward lock, I think. Second wave’s aft.” She shook her head. “Huh. I would have done it the other way around.” “How far?”
