VI. No Rest for the Wounded
There were times when the universe conspired against you so that you couldn’t even pass out in peace. This was apparently such a time, for even though Anjali closed her eyes and did her best to slip into a hopefully healing unconsciousness, something always dragged her back.
At first, it was just the movements of the ship that kept her awake and the roar of the engines, as they strained to escape the gravitational well of Metra Litko. The plasma cannon was still firing as well, though Anjali wondered at what, since they had to be long out of the range of the Republican ground troops by now.
Maybe the Republicans had bullied the government of Metra Litko — what were they called again? Merchants’ Council? Traders’ Council? — into activating their planetary defe
