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“Hard-a-starboard,” Jack ordered, picking himself up. “Mister Veidt, hit them as they reload.”
Roth’s head came round, and her two-gun broadside fired again. They were at the edge of their effective range now, and one of the bolts dissipated into nothingness before it reached the target; but the other struck, splashing along the shield in a brilliant phosphorescent display. “Turn to pursue,” ordered Jack, “straight at her.”
On the view screen the Frenchman continued to turn, growing until she was broadside-on, then shrinking as her engines came into sight. “Sparks,” said Jack, “send off another Ajax-2 message, ‘request permission to pursue’.” After a minute’s consideration, he asked, “can you turn down the range of the transmitter?”
“No, sir.”
Jack crossed to the communications console. “This knob here,” he gestured.
“That’s been bypassed, sir.”
“Very well.” Jack turned back to the view screen, where the enemy was in full retreat, her engines burning brightly. He clenched his fist absentmindedly and relaxed it. “Very well,” he said again. “Sparks, make the signal for 'received'. Helm, slow us to one quarter and bring us to port. One last broadside, Mister Veidt. Give them something to remember the Roth by.”
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