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"Coming up on the thousand-kilometer marker," Harry reported calmly.
"Pilot Luck," the computer said, "the Katana warns that it has orders to attempt to disable us."
"Fine, fine." Harry waved his hand vaguely. "You ready for the jump?"
The thousand-kilometer marker flashed past.
"Yes, sin"
"Good. Start cycle. In four ... three ..."
The plane shuddered, rocked. Everyone held on for dear life.
"We have been hit, Pilot Luck," the computer said unnecessarily. "Ending jump cycle." "Damn it! What damage?"
Rowan looked at the screen where a model of the spaceplane was being displayed. "Tail section, but it's minimal. Nothing else hit."
"Thank the Creator it wasn't the engines. Restart jump cycle. Four... three ... two ... one."
A sickening sensation of being turned inside out. A momentary horrifying notion that all your guts have been sucked out through your nose and mouth and are now twisting in the air outside your body. And then just before you pass out--or, in some cases, right after you come to--you look out the viewscreen and notice that someone has switched off all the starlight. But they'd made it.
"Questions," Xris said, endeavoring to unstrap himself from his chain "Have to ask ... questions." He was dimly aware of lights flashing on his arm, warning alarms, then he felt heavy. Far too heavy. "Questions ... Rowan
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