Callan flinched away from the tiny explosions. “Only toy I ever got was a training sword.”
He got out of his seat as the unfamiliar voice came through on the ship’s speakers.
“Trouble.” Barrett grumbled, heading back to the bridge.
“Are they-“ Shepherd began, but stopped to listen what was going on.
There was a short pause before the angry voice on the coms replied again.
(Static noises) “Fine. Surrender now and we’ll spare the children…. Might fetch a few Bits in The Under Market. Hahahar!”
A button labelled “Shields” was flashing red on the dash. Waffle was closest to the ship’s gun controls (which Shepherd had accidentally hit earlier).