Dre Beats Turbine

All the vessels were on ultradrive, jumping perhaps a dozen times a second. And even here at the Bottom of the Beyond, that came to a measurable fraction of a light-year on each jump. To fight an uncooperative enemy meant matching their jumps perfectly and flooding the common space with weapon drones. Group Captain Svensndot changed the display to show ships that had exactly matched their pace with the Alliance. Almost a third of the fleet was in synch now. Another few hours and.... "Damnation!" He slapped his display board,复件 (63) air max2, sending it spinning across the deck. His first officer retrieved the display, sent it sailing back. "Is this a new damnation, or the usual?" Tirolle asked. "It was the usual. Sorry." And he really was. Tirolle and Glimfrelle had their own problems. No doubt there were still pockets of humanity in the Beyond,DRE BEATS TURBINE, hidden from the Alliance. But of the Dirokimes, there might be no more than what was on Commercial Security's fleet. Except for adventurous souls like Tirolle and Glimfrelle, all that was left of their kind had been in the dream terranes at Sjandra Kei. Kjet Svensndot had started with Commercial Security twenty-five years before, back when the company had just been a small fleet of rentacops. He had spent thousands of hours learning to be the very best combat pilot in the organization. Only twice had he ever been in a shootout. Some might have regretted that. Svensndot and his superiors took it as the reward for being the best. His competence had won him the best fighting equipment in Commercial Security's fleet, culminating with the ship he commanded now. The ?lvira was purchased with part of the enormous premium that Sjandra Kei paid out when the Alliance first started making threatening noises. ?lvira was not a rebuilt freighter, but a fighting machine from the keel out. The ship was equipped with the smartest processors,复件 (54) air max, the smartest ultra drive, that could operate at Sjandra Kei's altitude in the Beyond. It needed only a three-person crew -- and combat could be managed by the pilot alone with his AI associates. Its holds contained more than ten thousand seeker bombs, each smarter than the average freighter's entire drive unit. Quite a reward for twenty-five years of solid performance. They even let Svensndot name his new ship. And now.... Well,复件 (79) air max2, the true ?lvira was surely dead. Along with billions of others they had been hired to protect, she had been at Herte, in the inner system. Glow bombs leave no survivors. And his beautiful ship with the same name,复件 (71) air max, it had been a half light-year out-system, seeking enemies that weren't there. In any honest battle, Kjet Svensndot and this ?lvira could have done very well. Instead they were chasing down into the Bottom of the Beyond. Every light-year took them further from the regions ?lvira was built for. Every light-year the processors worked a bit more slowly (or not at all). Down here the converted freighters were almost an optimum design. Clumsy and stupid, with crews of dozens,复件 (51) air max2, but they kept on working. Already ?lvira was lagging five light-years behind them. It was the freighters that would make the attack on the Alliance fleet. And once again Kjet would stand powerless while his friends died. For the hundredth time, Svensndot glared at the trace display and contemplated mutiny. There were Alliance stragglers too -- "high performance" vehicles left behind the central pack. But his orders were to maintain position, to be a tactical coordinator for the fleet's swifter combatants.