Chapter Thirty-Five
October 15, 2230, Gliese 581, Approaching New Samarkand, Aboard the Argo
Erik’s jaw tightened as he stared at the magnified image of the Fleet cruiser flanked by two destroyers. The ships bristled with turrets, cannons, and launchers. These ships weren’t refitted spy craft designed to deliver a surprise lethal strike. They were designed to win a galactic war against dangerous aliens, many of whom possessed superior technology. He’d seen and flown in many Fleet ships throughout his career, but for the first time, he had to worry about what they might do to him.
The Argo packed a punch, and it might be able to take out a destroyer in a one-on-one duel, but the small flotilla in front of them was more than enough to annihilate their ship. If they’d had the jumpship, the
