'You wouldn't abandon ship in a storm just because you couldn't control the winds.' Thomas More, Utopia

After her girlfriend's death, a cargo pilot turns her back on humanity, setting course out of the galaxy. Happenstance changes her plans. Now, armed with the hottest ship in the military's arsenal, along with a Letter of Marque and Reprisal, Quillan Margoles is out to raise a little hell. Graphic Sexual Situations, Profanity. EXCERPT: Quillan slammed the accelerator to the stops. Arrowing in, her focus was wholly on the open door, her hands making minute corrections to trajectory and speed. The Hawk's Wing shot forth at more than twenty-three thousand meters per second. Either she would succeed, or she would die. No leeway. "Ship, prepare for collision. At this rate of speed, I'll pass out when we get inside. Full forward defense shields. Full cockpit buffer. Zero shields anywhere else." She felt the slight pressure increase as the cockpit's internal anti bounce buffer engaged. "Full brake!" she screamed when the targeting meter flashed red, indicating an imminent impact. Collision alarms. Door. Light. Wall. Noise. Dark. Shit. Too fast.