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He could almost sense the antimatter-confinement chambers inside the Beezling, twinkling like devilish red stars all around him.Īntimatter was the one anathema which was universal throughout the Confederation. They must have monitored our naval traffic and followed us.” In his mind a black pressure was building. “They knew we’d try a direct retaliation. “Confederation Navy Intelligence is good,” Kyle Prager retorted. On the couch next to him, Tane Ogilie, the Beezling ’s patterning-node officer, groaned in dismay. They were still accelerating, yet there was no reaction-drive exhaust plume. Trajectories from the five newcomers were computed, appearing as scarlet vector lines curving through space to line up ominously on the Beezling and her two escort frigates. He datavised a quick sequence of instructions into the flight computer, desperate for more information. The combat programs stored in the memory clusters of his neural nanonics went into primary mode. Radar pulses were fuzzed and hashed by the ships’ electronic-warfare pods. He was relying on the infrared signature alone, arching smears of pinkness which the discrimination programs struggled to resolve. Out here in the great emptiness of interstellar space starlight wasn’t powerful enough to provide an optical-band return. His neural nanonics relayed information from the ship’s external sensor clusters directly into his brain. Nestled snugly in the armoured and sealed command capsule at the heart of the Beezling, Captain Kyle Prager was shocked out of a simple astrogration review by a datavised proximity alert from the flight computer. They were different from the spherical Garissan naval craft which they had tracked between the stars, graceful, streamlined teardrop shapes. Then ships were suddenly streaking up out of the gaping termini, accelerating away at six gees, twisting round on interception trajectories. The pseudofabric structure of the wormholes was a photonic dead zone, a darkness so profound it seemed to be spilling out to contaminate the real universe. For a moment anyone looking into the expanding rents would have received a true glimpse into empty infinity.
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Space outside the attack cruiser Beezling tore open in five places.