“If he’d defected and joined forces with another race, we would’ve heard about it though.”
“Correct.” Fyall titled his head and squinted one eye. “My guess is the captain took her into hiding, and she’s still out there, somewhere. Damned rebel robbed us of our greatest achievement, which is a tragedy. We could’ve used her in this fight.”
“Wish we had time to look for her,” said Aden, still mulling over the news. “And the ships to spare.”
“Since we are in the middle of a war, we have neither,” said the captain, turning sharp on his heels and returning to his desk. “The bridge is yours, Pendar.”
“Yes, sir.”
Aden left Fyall’s office, his mind a jumble of thoughts. He would never admit it, but an attack on Hyrath scared him. Should enemy ships get through, their power sources and military
