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Jaxon yelled.
    “Hold on,” Aegis grated as centrifugal force slammed him into this chair and made speech difficult.
    He reversed the thrusters, quickly killing the power during the split second the engine kicked in. The ship quivered to a dead stop directly beneath the warship’s vulnerable underside. He sighted in on the duranium fuel line, following it to the vessel’s main engine. Already pulling the Fire button, he emptied the blaster. When the last pulse left the weapon, he dove again.
    Angling hard to port, he pushed the engine past maximum power. The craft shook under his palm, bucking against his too-rapid demands. Above them the enemy vessel shimmered and rippled as the blasters hits imploded.
    Though clear of the Lion, the y failed to clear the danger zone. The first shock wave sent the small fighter tumbling out of control.

Chapter Four
     
    Bon Sorority Shuttle Craft, New Eden air space
    Same day, 4402 SG
     
    Thank the Goddess, the shuttle’s passenger compartment was blessedly empty. Camille sank into the nearest seat with a sigh of bone-weary relief. Her private moment didn’t last.
    The compact craft’s captain bustled through the sisterhood’s small craft, making a final cabin check before securing the outer doors. On her way back to the cockpit, she flashed a sympathetic grin at Camille. “Lost your nerve, huh?” She rushed on. “Not that I blame you. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. In-person breeding.” The woman rolled her eyes in dramatic revulsion and muttered, “Warriors, phah! Savages more like.”
    Camille nodded, uncomfortable allowing the silent lie , but unwilling to discuss the single most humiliating moment of her life with a stranger.
    “Don’t worry,” the captain said in a kinder tone. “We’re making a fast parts run up to the space station. None of the disciples on my crew will bother you on this flight. But if you don’t want a lot of questions, you should change your outfit before we dock. There’s a replicator next to the sanitizer. Come along, I’ll show you.”
    “Thank you , may the Goddess bless you.” Camille followed the woman, grateful to have something to do rather than sit and obsess about her worst day ever.
    “There’s the replicator.” The captain narrowed her eyes in assessment. “ Do you know how to use it?”
    “Yes, indeed.” Camille tightened her shoulders in automatic defense, aware the other disciples regarded breeders as terminally stupid. Of course, she’d only learned about the wondrous device this past week.
    The level of luxury and abundance on New Eden was still hard to assimilate. Replicators in every room did not make up for treating their women like property—or worse, prisoners.
    “Good.” The captain moved on to the next item on her mental checklist. “As long as we’re here, see the emergency exit hatch?”
    “The panel with the red wheel in the center?”
    “Exactly. It’s for use in the event the main door is jammed.”
    “Does this happen often?” Camille rubbed her temple.
    She shook her head impatient with the question. “Never on my watch, but it’s possible. The docking bay could malfunction or the power to the outer door could be interrupted. The side exit is manually operated. It’s a standard safety precaution. The instructions are right on the hatch cover. Got all that?”
    “Yes, thank you.”
    “Don’t mention it.” The pilot headed toward the front of the Nike shuttle. “Better get a move on, little one. We lift off in five minutes.”
    Camille unhooked the wicked pins anchoring the heavy veil to her head. Once free, she folded the traditional accessory using the care it deserved. Perhaps another disciple would find the ceremonial garments and wear it with pride. A fast session with the craft’s replicator provided a plain, navy blue one-piece garment like the captain and the rest of the flight crew wore, minus the insignia. She zapped up a pair of light, sturdy boots and