“Down to fifty percent in two locations, sir.”
He noted their movement on the screen. The Ryzell matched the circling of the Utothiaz ship. Their enemy continued to drop in elevation, edging below them.
“Helmsman, do not let that ship get below us!”
The order had no sooner left his lips when the bridge shuddered beneath his feet.
“Direct hit,” the lieutenant informed him. “Shields down to twenty-five percent.”
Anger flushed through his body and crept up his neck. “Helmsman, do not let her strike us there again,” Aden shouted. “Have we done any damage to their ship?”
“Yes, sir,” said the lieutenant. A closer view appeared on the side screen. The hull of the Utothiaz ship endured repeated strikes, the explosions billowing in rapid succession. The vessel was turning in an attempt to pro
