Conqueror of the Stars

"Enemy Class I Battlecruiser nine point seven three klicks dead ahead," Doc said. Christ, this gigantic monster was practically on top of them with enough armor and firepower for a small fleet. Even at a hundred thousand kilometers they'd be gobbled up.

"Shields up!" he ordered, but of course Dr. Glitch had already done that as well as activated the sound suppressors to discourage eavesdropping.

He slipped into the command chair and strapped himself in. "Fire!"

Even as he gave the order, he sa...