“Bogie on your six, Slick!”
“I see him.”
Slick dropped his speed and rolled into a dive. He maneuvered the enemy into his crosshairs and fired.
The enemy ship exploded.
“Not bad, Slick!”
Alarms blared; the cockpit blazed with warning lights. Jules’ voice crackled through the intercom:
“… unidentified …”
“Come back, Jules. I do not copy. Jules?” Something slammed into the side of the fightership. It spun in frantic circles. The engines bled plasma.
Slick saw the thing now, and his mind broke. It was too big, too hideous—and its tentacles reached for him.