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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Saturday, April 13, 2013


Kit felt more than heard the massive thrusters of the Shantung come to life. It moved away so slowly that Kit wondered how they'd ever get far enough away from the blast to make a difference.
And then he saw one of the Scythe's turrets move.
Invisible until it struck, blue death poured from an emplacement Kit had previously thought defunct, to riddle the fleeing dreadnought. In one brilliant, breathtaking display of fire and light, the Shantung's last shields went down; it exploded, sending huge chunks of debris rocketing away. Several pieces tore through the hull of the Andromeda, sending it, like a javelin, over the Scythe ship's bow and out into black nothingness.
Two minutes later the second blast came.
A piece of the Scythe ship blazed through what was left of the Andromeda and set it spinning endlessly. Kit succumbed to smothering nothingness.

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