He leaned in, a reserved hope in his expression.
"Full ahead. You need to take the fight to them," she said. "I'll guide you in."
His lips parted and then he gave a nod, barking orders at those around them. She could feel the ship accelerate, or maybe she saw it accelerate. Here in this space, it was hard to distinguish what input was from her senses and what she was picking up from this strange melding.
Something streaked across her right shoulder. The ship shuddered as a Tsavitee weapon punched into it on the right side.
Interesting.
Her body seemed to have taken the place of radar, telling her where the next attack would hit.
"Shift vector by five degrees," Kira called.
She didn't pay much attention to the frenetic activity on the bridge, concentrating on the surrounding space instead.
The defenses grew small behind them as they barreled toward the Tsavitee ship. An angel class six. A world killer. Even with the Tuann's considerably powerful technology, it would be a difficult foe.
There were thousands of Tsavitee on that ship. The Tuann ship contained at most fifty. Even with the other Tuann ship up here following them, their odds weren't good.
Both Tuann ships were fast and maneuverable, but they weren't meant to meet an angel head-on.
Her collar bone and the side of her arm tingled.
"Six degrees port side and two degrees up," she said.
"How is she predicting their movements?" someone muttered.
"I'm reading the energy of their ship," Kira murmured, her gaze focused and distant. "It's quite easy when you know what to look for."
And after several years spent sifting through the wreckage of every Tsavitee ship she could get her hands on, she knew exactly what to look for.
A spot on her stomach burned.
"Roll," Kira shouted.
The ship jerked around her incorporeal body, shuddering when one of the blasts glanced off the mid-section of the ship.
"Hull breach in decks six through ten," someone shouted.
"Increase acceleration," Kira said.
Distantly she noted a string stretching from her intangible body out into the void. It was faint, barely there, more suggestion than reality.
Curious, she tugged on it, faintly surprised to find it attached to something.
While theValiantraced toward the Tsavitee ship, cutting through space as it dodged and swooped, returning weapons fire when it could, she investigated the ghost string, feeling along its length.
Ah, so that's what it was.
The plan that had been coalescing in her brain took shape.
"The enemy ship is charging all weapons," someone on the bridge called.
"We're not going to make it," Kai said.
Kira didn't respond, still busy with the ghost strand.
Kai closed his eyes, making a decision. He straightened. "Ram the ship. It might buy the planet enough time to mount a defense.
