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The Galaxii Series Omnibus 1 By Christina Engela Characters: 5480

Updated: 2018-06-29 12:01


Their rail-guns are pretty ingenious, and deadly if you're not expecting a chunk of iron-bearing rock getting shot at you – they're deadly at close range, they'll punch right through an unshielded hull, and do a lot of damage even with level 3 shielding."

"Go on, " Falcone nodded. "I'm listening."

"Because of these drawbacks, it means Corsair ships can't stand up to regular by-the-book space warfare procedures and tactics. Less shielding and less weapons capability mean certain death against a better armed and armored foe. So they boost their ship's engines to above the red line to make them faster and more maneuverable, and to put more juice into the weapons they do have. They can't go head to head with the Fleet because they'd be slaughtered, so they don't. Instead, they adopted guerilla tactics – hit and run. They attack a small colony here, and we respond. They watch and see how we respond. We don't know where to look for them. Then they strike there, and they watch and see how we show up, shrugging because we don't know what to do about it. Then we beef up our defenses where they attacked, and while we're busy with that, they attack somewhere else. And so it goes on and on."

"Yes, but the attacks are getting bigger." Falcone added. "Something's changed. What?"

"You're right, sir." Mykl agreed, nodding. "We don't know anything about the Corsairs home world, their bases, the size of their fleet – they don't send more than a few ships at a time, so we really don't know how many they have… they could have twenty, they could have two thousand. We don't know their strength. Some of the prisoners we've take

sat at his desk in stony silence opposite Mykl and Ripley, tapping a stylus on the glassy surface, staring absently into the bank display on the wall. In the silence, it sounded even louder, clearer.

"Thoughts?" Falcone asked of him.

What should Mykl d'Angelo say? He was angry. Appalled. He felt dehumanized just for watching the recording. Seeing such atrocities was bad enough. Having been involved in war, and having memories of such things happening around him, and even partaking in the violent savagery and cruelty of war was worse. Trying to imagine that people had done this to innocent, unsuspecting people – non-combatants, even the weak and helpless – was too much to conceive or accept! People who did things like that weren't people – they were monsters – things that deserved only to be killed themselves! No, 'killed' was too plain – too mild… too good for the likes of them!

"I think…" Mykl replied in a soft calm voice, "that anyone who took part in that massacre deserves to be dumped naked into a swimming pool full of razor blades and left to their own devices."

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