Pirate: Space Gypsy Chronicles, #1 by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais [Langlais, Eve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-927459-95-9
Publisher: New York Times Bestselling Author

Chapter Thirteen

Don’t come back. Don’t come back. Contrary to what he said aloud, Rafe really would prefer it if those other vessels decided he wasn’t worth the risk.

He’d severely depleted the power core with his flashy display. He’d not seen what other choice he had. He needed into that wormhole, and they stood in his way. Given his dwindling supplies, he needed a quick jump to somewhere no one was expecting him.

Returning to Earth wasn’t an option. The bounty hunters he’d gotten rid of surely hadn’t been the only ones dispatched to drag him out of there.

The Milky Way galaxy, while pretty from afar, didn’t have anything worth sticking around for.

The wormhole it was, but he didn’t have time to drag the enemy craft into a chase that would allow him to give them the slip and run back to the hole. He wanted through now, and he would go through now, if those other ships cooperated.

Which, of course, they didn’t.

“Juhgga beast-humping son of a whoring Kuffa.” While one ship remained to the side, not threatening at the moment, the other two came at him from dual directions while the wormhole, just behind, taunted.

How to get through?

“Annabelle, how much juice do we have left?”

“We are currently out of fruit beverages.”

“Don’t fuck with me.” He knew his AI understood the Earth slang he’d picked up during his stay.

“We are at sixty-three percent, Captain. Statistics indicate you could possibly eliminate two of the threats but not the third.”

“You are a ray of fucking sunshine, Annabelle. Any chance we can use the first power core at all?”

“Your optimism is inspiring, Captain.”

“Watch the attitude!” he warned, yet couldn’t help but smile. His ship’s sense of humor was growing on him, and it was interesting to note that he was seeing his ship more and more as a person rather than a thing. Perhaps the Internet corruption wasn’t a completely bad thing.

He took back that thought a second later. “Annabelle, what are you doing?”

“I see an opportunity. Overriding control.”

“Excuse fucking me?” He waggled his joysticks, to no avail. Annabelle had shut off his access to the ship. “Turn those back on right now.”

“In a moment, Captain. Please wait while I maneuver us past this obstacle.”

This obstacle was two freaking raiders, small and light, zeroing in on them and firing their lasers.

He’d admit himself impressed when his ship dipped, faking out the missiles, then shot straight up and then forward with a speed that smoothed five years off his face.

He had to strain to look down at the dials indicating various ship attributes. Hull pressure. Radiation. Air quality. Power remaining.

What power? His ship must have overridden the safety controls for acceptable speeds and power use in space. The core burned at an alarming rate. Were he using his primary, he wouldn’t worry overly much, but he was on his secondary already, no backup for it, and it was down to twenty-two percent, eighteen, sixteen…

“Annabelle, we’re going to run out of power if you don’t give me back control.

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