Chapter 159
September – 3,390 BC
Earth: Crash Site
MIKHAIL
So far as subspace antennae went, it was nothing to brag about, but he hoped the contraption he'd built out of salvaged pieces of his ship would be able to conduct enough power to open a micro-wormhole.
Thank the gods! The wormhole generator, itself, had survived when that i***t, Jamin, had thrown a spear into his antenna array!
He heaved himself off his back and shook the dust from his wings.
"What does that spiderweb do?" Ninsianna pointed at the thick bundle of wires which ran through the crack in his roof.
"It carries the lightning," he said.
"The blue lightning?"
"Yes."
"To this little silver sword?"
He grinned. "See, you're getting it."
Ninsianna gave him an uncertain smile.
"I still don't understand how it wil
