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Forr had almost finished his lasrell soup when the alarm blared. His mechanical hand was

still twitchy. It squeezed Lavell's arm tight.

"You okay?"

"Still getting used to the hand," he said, focussing on uncurling the fingers from her

forearm.

"You should

tell me if it's not working," she said, reaching up to the transmitters on the

side of his head.

"I'm fine, my pact," he said.

His good hand gently brushed her away.

Nyomee's voice came over the coms.

"Forr? Could you come up to the cockpit?"

He looked up at the speaker, then across at Lavell.

"Why was it Nyomee?"

"Donovan's been teaching her to fly."

"How do you know that?"

"I pay attention," she giggled, "Come on."

~*~

They hurried up to the flight deck. Not fast enough to beat Serpe.

"How are you out of the Med Bay?"

"You've forgotten what it means to be Krei," she said.

"Leave him alone," Lavell said.

"Does that thing follow you everywhere?"

"Elizabeth's busy getting shot at, if you're done?" Nyomee piped up.

"Shot at?" Forr said.

"Mm-hmm. Got what she needed from Olivia but the Mundus sent a six ships after them.

She needs somebody on our cannon, and she needs that someone to be you, Forr."

"Me?"

Forr stared down at his bionic hand.

"You'll be fine, my lion."

"They can only see five ships, too. Sixth one must have a camo shield or something,"

Donovan said.

Forr tensed, relaxed and then tensed his hand again.

"Cap wants someone in a separate shuttle too. They've got a Krei sharp-fighter that'll

probably be too quick for the cannons, even with the big guy at the helm."

"My shuttle could have defeated them, but the grey traitor stole it."

"Lavell's our best pilot," Forr said.

Their fighting days were supposed to be over. Now he was volunteering her to be his co

gunner.

"The Jahlder? Preposterous. She won't be a good enough shot to catch a Krei sharp

fighter," Serpe said.

"You've never seen me shoot."

"I've seen Jahlder."

"Ladies, ladies," Donovan said, stepping between them, "Our best fighter's a two person.

Looks like we've got ourselves a new dream team."

Lavell laced her fingers together, stretching them out. She chewed on her lower lip. Her

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