ack steel and glowing data streams. Suddenly, the air inside turned a

e at the two figures standing be

. Even in her fifties, her beauty was a sharp, terrifying weapon. Rig

rd Starfall, placed a heavy, s

t," Eleanor

es, Your Majesty! The genetic map is a one-hundre

acade she had maintained for twenty years shattered into

had burned to ash in that pirate r

utant. "Lock onto Quentin Starfall's coordinates. The Vane Fleet's medica

ed breath. "My baby... h

d with a mix of rage

er partner, the Vane Fleet Commander, was absent. He is curr

is fist against h

ouldn't care less whether she lived or died, and is even using mo

mental pressure exploded from Eleanor's body. The male officers in the room instantly felt

d out the words. Each syll

His eyes were flat, dead pools of black. "Eleanor.

voice was calm, but the words carried

Destroyer Fleets will undergo immediate spatial warp to the target coordinates. T

n his forehead. "Your Majesty, that is the e

aughter is suffering there.

shaking with raw fury. "I don't want anyone to know we are coming. I

lashed acros

o patrol ships drifted lazily through the void. Inside the cockpit,

screen exploded into a

ar interference?" H

ht. "Mine too! All comms f

ostic, the dark space outside

hole in the fabric of the universe. Out of the black ri

ored hulls was the golden emblem of a cascading waterfall of stars-the crest of the Star

ship. They formed a suffocating, impenetrable net of

e hot liquid splashed over his boots, but

avy particle cannons on its bow glowed with a lethal blue light,

silent promise of

the E-grade female who was about to be discarded. They had no i

e encrypted confirmation code on his da

s, and walked toward Lyra's room. The f