VOLUME THREE: FLUX: Future

"We've been hit!" Azzie shouted over her shoulder. "Around fifty darts coming right for us."

"Battle stations," Janice commanded into her headset. "We're under attack."

Jack spun on his heel back to the bridge and lunged for a control station. He aimed the ship's turret and started picking off the darts with blasts of energy. The laser fire sliced through the water chasing after the enemy ships. His breath tightened and his heart jumped to his ...