Chapter Forty-Three
A cruiser separated into four pieces in front of the Argo, the victim of repeated drone bomb strikes. Jia flew under the wreck. The Core fleet continued to lose ships at a higher rate than the UTC fleet, but not high enough to satisfy her vengeance-fueled bloodlust. The bastards already knew they’d lost, yet they kept up the pointless bloodshed out of worship for a psychopathic mass murderer with delusions of grandeur.
Jia frowned at her sensor readout. With the destruction of the cruiser, she’d gotten cut off from the rest of the UTC fleet. The gap in the enemy line kept her from being swarmed, but she’d have to cut her way back through.
Kant let out a breath. “You think they’re doing okay down there?”
“Erik’s better on the ground than he is in space.” Jia tried to
