Veta said to get on the ground.
In the distance, behind the ships, she saw a big white ball. One of the moons. Sol-1? Maybe?
It didn’t matter.
Two more blasts shot at her. More flashing lights.
“Quit trying to kill me!” Bianca replied and blindly fired the only weapon she had.
“I have your aft,” Harbin said.
And about that time, the Rhimodian ship, formed like a razor, flew over the top of her and started taking out the Terran vessels surrounding her.
She looked at the communicator for Harbin. “I’m going to the white moon,” she said.
“Bianca, that might not be—”
Static started to shake the communications.
“Hello? Harbin?”
No answer.
She glanced over her shoulder.
His ship was being pummeled by the Terran ships.
“No!”
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“Do not go to Sol-1!” Harbin said again into the communicator he used to speak to Bianca.
But it didn’t matter. Her escape pod was heading that way.
He had to catch her and get down there after her.
Shields at thirty percent.
“Great,” he muttered as he made some adjustments. Though it was not great. He was not great at all. The Terran’s assault was steadily starting to overpower, and he would not be able to resist much longer.
The initial escort plan was organized with the belief that there would be no hostiles.
No dangers.
Things would be trustable between the two people in the name of peace.
That did not seem to work out.
He shifted the ship's wings wide and as protectively as possible, warping the ship’s overall shape into something longer and leaner. It started to squeeze in the cockpit as the ship moved.
The metal should give him a bit more protection, but it would not hold for long. Firing through the wings proved somewhat effective, but the Terrans had their shielding just like the Rhimodians did.
"Tracking five pods," came Wrathin's voice. "Everyone got a pod?"
Each of the others in the unit responded affirmatively.
"Harbin, respond?"
