The Rookie Talia Page
On the Odyssey , Captain Elara stared at her screen. The Skipper wasn’t docked. It was fused . The rookie had used the impact itself as a braking mechanism, welding her own ship to theirs. It was the ugliest, most brilliant maneuver Elara had ever seen.
The docking clamps on her hull extended. She had one chance. the rookie talia
And Talia smiled, fired up her dented little ship, and danced among the stars one more time. On the Odyssey , Captain Elara stared at her screen
When she dropped out of FTL, the neutron star filled her view—a monstrous, spinning eye of pure violence. Its magnetic fields were visible as shimmering curtains of blue and violet, twisting like living whips. And there, a tiny speck caught in the deadly dance, was the Odyssey . The rookie had used the impact itself as
He just looked at the rookie, nodded once, and said, “The sky’s yours.”
“ Skipper ? The rookie?” Captain Elara’s voice cracked over the comm. “No offense, but we need a tractor beam and a miracle.”
