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- the gaseous envelope surrounding the earth; the air.
- this medium at a given place.
- Astronomy . the gaseous envelope surrounding a heavenly body.
- Chemistry . any gaseous envelope or medium.
- a conventional unit of pressure.
- the pervading tone or mood of a place, situation, or creative work.
The Saturday Knight broke atmosphere with a Khorran warship rocketing after it. Captain Lyla Cowler watched its tiny red blip on the radar while chewing on her knuckle. A warship had a great many more guns than Ser Saturday was equipped to deal with.
“When can we jump, Travis?” She didn’t take her eyes off of the radar. The Khorrans couldn’t match the Saturday’s speed, but their torpedoes could.
“Charged in ten, Captain,” Travis said.
Lyla smacked a fly that landed on her arm. She looked from its squashed body to the Khorran warship blinking on her radar. She buzzed the intercom down to engineering.
“Macey, tell me you have those new brakes primed…”
“Two minutes! Just two more minutes!”
“I need them now!” Lyla let her finger off the intercom before the girl could respond.
A red warning flashed on the command deck’s overhead display. The Khorrans had locked onto the Saturday Knight and were nearing firing range. Lyla kept her eye on a tiny unlit LED on her console, above which the word “Brakes” was written in black marker on a piece of duct tape.
“Come on…” Lyla whispered. “Come on…”
The warning on her HUD flashed violently and a new message appeared: “Incoming torpedoes. Evasive maneuvers highly recommended.” Lyla didn’t need to say anything, Travis had seen it too. The Saturday began a series of dizzying spins, Khorran torpedoes following its trajectory in a mad spiral.
“Now, Macey!” Lyla shouted to no one in particular. As she did so, the brake light blinked on. “Travis, we’re ready for a ‘return package!’ “
“Naturally…” Travis muttered. He pulled his squawk box down from above his pilot’s seat. “Hold onto your butts!” he said before thumbing a open glass case on his control board and slamming his palm down on the button beneath.
The Saturday Knight lurched to a stop, shifting everything and everyone on the ship forward at an alarming speed. Those not buckled into their seats were hurled forward. Bones were broken, but the torpedoes outside sped on ahead of them. By the time the ballistics had rerouted themselves and were speeding back toward the Saturday, she was already heading straight for the Khorran warship.
“Get us as close as possible. How long until the warp drive is ready?”
“Three minutes,” he said.
“How well can those torpedoes bank?” Lyla asked.
Travis shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out…”
Ser Saturday charged full throttle at the Khorran warship, a cloud of torpedoes dancing behind her. The Khorrans opened heavy fire on the tiny ship, but Travis was too clever for them and Saturday too quick by far. She turned upward suddenly, just narrowly missing the Khorrans’ bow. The torpedoes, unable to make such a sharp turn, crashed into the Khorran war vessel in a silent explosion.
Lyla smiled, letting her gnarled knuckle drift away from her mouth as she eased into her captain’s chair. She watched her radar for a long minute until the red blip of the Khorran ship disappeared. Lyla took in a deep, slow, breath and smiled at Travis.
“Well done…Get us out of here.”
“As good as done, Captain,” he said and the Saturday Knight fired its warp engines. The stars outside of Lyla’s display were swallowed whole by a blinding light as she and her crew made for the lawless expanse of the Black.