Page 12 of Swept By The Alien Pirate Prince

I hoisted Silver on her back. It was difficult. I strained and tried to lift her with my legs instead of my back, but she was heavy—dead weight.

“I got one!” Cyburn shouted. “I clipped it from the side. It’s in pieces now.”

“Be careful to dodge that flying debris,” Nix noted.

“I’m on it,” Cyburn said, his voice excited.

My fingers fumbled around on Silver’s control panel, but it was difficult to maneuver through the buzzing wires.

“Don’t electrocute yourself, Carmela,” I muttered to myself and narrowed my eyes and stuck my tongue out in concentration.

One wrong move and I could send myself launching into the wall or flying into the ceiling a second time.

Silver’s poor hands were rolled into tight fists while I worked on the malfunctioning microchip inside her control panel.

“Amada really did a number on you, huh?” I asked the AI.

“Got another one!” Cyburn exclaimed with triumph.

I couldn’t see the blast, but I saw the yellow and orange light spraying out across the windows.

We were one step closer to defeating these enemy targets. I just wanted to know how they’d found us in the first place.

Cyburn had assured us we’d be safe in this asteroid belt. Perhaps we didn’t go deep enough into it to keep our transmissions from being blocked from the Belic Imperialists.

Whatever reason it was, we needed to find another hiding spot. First, we had to survivethisround of attacks.

“Carmela, duck, now!” Cyburn shouted behind me with urgency.

I swiveled around and blinked. “Huh?”

A heavy object came barreling toward my head. I was able to duck down just in time before it decapitated me.

Whatever it was, it crashed into the wall and left another dent, breaking into fragments as it landed on the floor, thankfully missing me and Silver. The gravity kept getting morphed inside the cabin because we were flying and moving up and down so rapidly.

I placed my palm to my heart to recover my breathing. “Whoa.”

“That was a close one,” Cyburn said, breathing fast.

“Thanks for the heads up,” I said. “No pun intended.”

Cyburn’s laughter was nervous, but at least he tried.

“No problem.”

Silver went into another power surging fit, her body tensing and convulsing. More hissing and popping noises buzzed from her control panel.

I had to focus on getting her back on track. We needed her. She was an essential piece of our operation.

“The Blade is badly damaged,” Cyburn said and gave Nix a grave frown. “We might have to send a team out to inspect it.”

“After we get away first, right?” Nix asked.

“Of course. I’m not going to send them out into that hellfire right now,” Cyburn clarified.

“How bad do you think it is?” I asked, glancing at Cyburn over my shoulder as I continued working like a surgeon on Silver’s control panel.

“We lost a couple engines,” Cyburn said and pounded his giant fist against his seat.

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