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The Galaxii Series Omnibus 1 By Christina Engela Characters: 5261

Updated: 2018-06-29 19:01


"Shields down!" Hanson shouted above the din as torpedo strikes wracked the ship. "Damage to engineering!"

Pandemonium reigned. The noise was deafening as the inertia field faded in and out. Loose objects went rolling across the deck.

"Hull breach, decks two and three! Deck one now, auto seal in progress!"

"Return fire! All weapons!" Mykl shouted. "Hit them back!"

"Engines off-line!" Casey added, trying not to be tipped out of his seat by another bad ride.

Then, the bridge seemed to disappear in a white frenzy. Direct hit! The thought hit him almost as hard as the hammer blow delivered to the crippled ship. The Corsairs clearly didn't care for the prospect of taking prisoners, not at this late stage! When the storm had passed, Mykl realized he was still alive. Somehow he'd managed to stay in the chair. Half the instruments on the bridge though, were dead. It was much darker, that's for sure – except for the fires that the topless Hanson was trying to beat out with his black shirt. Casey was lying on the floor, motionless. Mykl managed to remain in his seat – for whatever that was worth. The ship bucked again, and just as suddenly, the viewscreen came back to life. Through all the snow that was blowing across it, he could make out the bows of the Bloody Mary – about to deliver the coup de grace'. So near and yet so far. Almost made it. Almost got away clear. Almost…

"What are you waiting for?" He asked, half-sitting, half-lying in the chair. "Get it over with! What're you waiting for?"

Mykl resisted the urge to see his life flashing

must've. They were quite pleasant, actually. He worked up the strength to talk.

"So, doc." He managed to joke, "Will I live?" He was quite unprepared for what followed – the medic turned on him.

"First of all, Captain, I'm not a doctor, I'm a medic, an overworked medic, and as far as I can tell from the penetration wound in your shoulder – which I closed – you suffered serious blood loss, which I remedied with a transfusion. A long transfusion. So yes, you'll live."

He steeled himself against the pain and lifted his head slightly to look around. Several injured crewmen lay on other stretchers. Another probably more serious case was on the table, under a blanket. No special treatment just for the captain. He liked that. He lifted his sheet. He was naked from the waist up.

"Give yourself a few weeks rest." The medic went on. He could've sworn he heard him mutter, "And us as well."

Suddenly the events of the past few days came rushing back to him and he was overcome by an urge to know. What was happening? He had to know!

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