The captain and his co-pilot were still strapped into their seats, drowsy from loss of air. In another minute, they’d have suffocated. As it was, both men were unconscious. The room felt hot. Blaster fire had ripped through the navigation terminal, and metal slag pooled everywhere. But with so little air in the room, the fire had gone out.
Fiach unbuckled the captain and moved him onto the floor. Then she looked at the control panel. There were so many lights and buttons. For a moment she was stunned, unsure what to do. So, she closed her eyes and remembered her training program back on Klatooine. The cheap flight-simulator. And she used her calmness to think of the closest match to ship she was now in.
She looked up at the view port.
Warships surrounded them. A heavy cruiser that had been refitted as a gun ship edged nearer. Its shields had to be down for it to be so close.
A red light blinked insistently on Fiach’s console. In a daze she realised that the forward proton torpedo tubes were loaded and armed. They were standard defensive gear for transports travelling in such a region. Her targeting computer was down, but she aimed for the bridge of the gun ship without it.
Her heart pounded. She was afraid of what she had to do. She also hoped the pirates wouldn’t dare fire back with their own men aboard. Because if they did fire, they’d hit with everything they had.
Reaching across the console, she launched the proton torpedoes.
Fiach unbuckled the captain and moved him onto the floor. Then she looked at the control panel. There were so many lights and buttons. For a moment she was stunned, unsure what to do. So, she closed her eyes and remembered her training program back on Klatooine. The cheap flight-simulator. And she used her calmness to think of the closest match to ship she was now in.
She looked up at the view port.
Warships surrounded them. A heavy cruiser that had been refitted as a gun ship edged nearer. Its shields had to be down for it to be so close.
A red light blinked insistently on Fiach’s console. In a daze she realised that the forward proton torpedo tubes were loaded and armed. They were standard defensive gear for transports travelling in such a region. Her targeting computer was down, but she aimed for the bridge of the gun ship without it.
Her heart pounded. She was afraid of what she had to do. She also hoped the pirates wouldn’t dare fire back with their own men aboard. Because if they did fire, they’d hit with everything they had.
Reaching across the console, she launched the proton torpedoes.