Wing Commander Page #6

She never existed.

You listen to me.

Don't you ever play

that stupid game with me.

You hear me?

Angel.

What is it, Lieutenant?

Could we stop this, please?

I'm sorry about Forbes.

I don't know

who you're talking about.

Don't.

It's a shitty game, Angel.

Rosie deserves more.

What do you suggest I do

about it?

Look, he feels responsible.

And so he should.

His confidence is shot.

He's questioning

every move he made.

He can't go back up there

like this.

And right now...

I think we need

all the pilots we can get.

I'll think about it.

He's a good guy, Angel.

There's no reason to hate him.

Fuel cells nominal.

Life-support system critical

in five hours.

What is she, another destroyer?

It doesn't matter.

We can't take another round

of bombardment.

I have four rapiers

ready to go, sir.

We'll go down fighting.

We'll do better

than that, Angel.

Let's make a miracle.

That ship up there

is going to save our ass.

Lieutenant, time to suit up.

Oh! Ma'am?

I need

my best pilots out there.

I repeat...

all pilots andflight crew

to hangar deck immediately.

Well, I don't know if I'm

one of your best pilots, ma'am.

Does everyone here think

I go around making suggestions?

No.

Then I guess I gave an order.

Be on the flight deck

in five minutes.

Do itfor Rosie.

Aren't you on

the wrong ship, Commander?

I still have

a responsibility...

to this crew, Commodore.

And excuse my bluntness...

but if you think

I'm going to let my men...

be flown into combat

by a rogue and a half-breed...

you're sadly mistaken.

He really is a good guy

once you get to know him.

That's no destroyer.

That's the communication ship

we came up against.

And that's the ship

we'll get ourfuelfrom.

They'll spot

our heat corona soon.

No.

They won't have a chance.

Hit it.

Marines, to your stations.

As soon as you

get on board...

head straight

for the engine room.

Tiger Claw

needs those fuel cells.

Blair...

I'm picking up some sort

of transmission aft of you.

Check it out.

Blair.

Where the hell are you, Blair?

What the hell?

Pegasus Navcom.

Paladin...

they have the Charybdis

jump coordinates.

Is everything OK?

We've secured the fuel cells.

We've got more

than that, Angel.

We have the Kilrathi

jump coordinates.

Marines, move out.

Mr. Obutu, prepare drone.

Input the Kilrathi

jump coordinates.

Send it through

the Charybdis quasar...

to Admiral Tolwyn.

They should be able to target

the exact location...

of the Kilrathi jump entry.

It'll be over before they can

get their weapons on-line.

If Tolwyn's there, Mr. Gerald.

If he's there.

Sir, we have a problem.

I can't get the drones on-line.

Without those coordinates,

Tolwyn doesn't have a chance.

And we are too big to slip

past the Kilrathi...

and warn the fleet.

We'll have to send

a fighter through.

Impossible.

There are over a thousand

singularities in that quasar.

To jump it would be suicide

without Navcom coordinates.

We don't need a Navcom.

Blair?

You will navigate the quasar.

Angel willfollow your lead.

Sir, that's

statistically impossible.

We don't have another option.

You have the gift.

I don't think I can.

I don't have the faith.

It's notfaith. It's genetics.

But if you believe

you needfaith...

take mine.

Why didn't you tell me?

You didn't ask.

Sir...

long-range scanners

picking up Kilrathi ships.

Looks like a destroyer

and a cruiser.

We'll create the diversion.

Get those coordinates to Tolwyn.

Uh, I got a strong signal

at ten o'clock.

It's gone, Angel. It vanished.

Got it...

a skipper missile...

dead on course

for the Tiger Claw.

Only thing that can kill it...

is a starfighter

in visual contact.

What are you doing, Angel?

Just stay on course.

Get through the jump point.

What about our orders?

Angel.

Angel!

Report!

Sir, we have a bogey.

Vector one-nine-seven

mark three...

It's gone.

It's a skipper missile.

We're only picking it up...

when it de-cloaks

to get a radarfix.

Estimated time till impact?

One minute, sir.

Forty-five seconds till impact.

Sir, our shields are too weak

to take a direct hit.

It's in those two kids'

hands now.

Twenty seconds.

Warning!

Collision alert!

Oh, sh*t!

Radar.

No sign

of the skipper missile, sir.

One of the rapiers

must have shot it down.

Where are they now?

Are you all right?

Well, I might not be dancing

for a while.

All right, hang on.

I'm gonna tractor you

back to the ship.

No, no, you're not.

You're going on.

We can't both disobey orders.

You'll be out of air in an hour.

You're going back to the ship.

You disobey my order...

and I'll have you

court-martialed.

Like I care.

Then care about

the billions who will die...

if the fleet doesn't get

the jump coordinates.

You've got to go on.

You know that.

You're all right, Angel.

You too, Chris.

The Kilrathi ships are closing.

So what now?

Now we make them sorry

they were ever born.

Battle stations.

Battle stations!

Battle stations!

Merlin, check my coordinates.

Jump coordinates

verified, Lieutenant.

Firing jump drive.

Kilrathi cruiser and

destroyer are in missile range.

Open fire, Mr. Gerald.

Aye, aye, sir.

All batteries,

fire as she bears.

A Kilrathi cruiser

is bearing rightfor us, sir.

What tack, sir?

Steady on.

Let them be the first to blink.

Jump trajectory is drifting.

Please recompute coordinates.

Coordinates eight-seven-

five-nine-three mark...

eight-five-four-nine-three,

vector one-oh-five-niner.

Prepare to lower our shield.

She's changing course, sir.

Portside missile battery

prepare to fire.

Fuel block locked and loaded.

Ready to go, sir.

Sir, the missile guidance system

won't activate at this range.

She won't need to.

Lower our shields.

Shields lowered.

Brace for impact!

Give them a broadside,

Mr. Gerald!

Open fire!

Fire! Now!

Yeaaahh!

I cannot verify

the new coordinates. Recompute.

PNR in five seconds.

Entry vector doesn't compute.

I made it!

She held together!

I love this baby!

This is Lieutenant

Christopher Blair...

to any Confed ship.

A Kilrathi battle group has

the Charybdis jump coordinates.

They will breach

at one-six-seven...

mark eight-eight nine,

Sol system.

Repeat, one-six-seven mark

eight-eight-nine, Sol system.

Confedfleet, do you read?

Merlin, check your scanners for

any sign of the Confedfleet.

I'm picking up

a Kilrathi signal behind us.

Snakeir class capital ship.

Itfollowed us

through the jump point.

Sh*t! I'm too late.

Com room

reports a faint message...

in clearfrom Lieutenant Blair.

He's broadcasting

the Kilrathi jump coordinates.

Blair.

Should we respond, sir?

Identifying Confed rapier...

heading towards Earth

at LSM point nine.

He's beingfollowed by

something massive, Admiral.

Looks like a Snakeir.

Permission to intercept it?

No, we wait.

The Snakeir

will overtake Blair's fighter.

Sir, if we don't intercept...

the Snakeir will reach

Earth orbit before us.

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