Chapter Seventeen - Turncoat, Extra Large
Severn and Wick held their bodies at arm’s length from below their ship’s access hatch, like they were doing a zero-G handstand. From that vantage point, they watched as a single ship floated into the open space just outside the hole Anders had shot in the destroyer. The ship, average sized, covered only half the opening, and Severn didn’t recognize the ship’s form or insignia, so she got on the comms.
“I got a visual. It’s definitely not military. Could be Maddix, or another crew out here who doesn’t like our presence.”
“Check,” Anders responded. “Keep working.”
Severn received another mech from above, and Wick helped her qui...
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