HOME | DD

Description

“It didn’t work! I’m worried! How are your new turrets holding up?”
[They work great. It’s just our computer wasn’t programmed for automated combat. Our old employer, and thank you for confirming he’s burning in hell, thought that since the jobs he sent us on primarily involved stealth and treasure hunting, we didn’t need it. So Bonpara and Donpara have had to switch to manual, and it’s taking both of them at the controls to keep up the kind of evasive maneuvering it takes to escape these guys. I don’t know who’s piloting that crate, but he’s good. Maybe too good, even for us. I didn’t know anyone could squeeze that kind of speed out of a relic like that.]
“And that means?”
[I’m the only one available to man the turrets, and I really suck at it.]
Ever since Pan had arrived on Ketchyn, she’d encountered one massive quandary after another. Pan was no stranger to massive quandaries, but these were different. These were quandaries where the only available decisions were bad ones.
Right now, for instance, she had two possible plans of action. The first would be to let Sonpara work the turret controls he was firing for the first time in his life against someone he described as being deadly skillful, and that path almost inevitably led to the brothers being shot down and killed. The second? Pan was not new to turret controls. She could operate them through him using telepathy.

Description

“It didn’t work! I’m worried! How are your new turrets holding up?”
[They work great. It’s just our computer wasn’t programmed for automated combat. Our old employer, and thank you for confirming he’s burning in hell, thought that since the jobs he sent us on primarily involved stealth and treasure hunting, we didn’t need it. So Bonpara and Donpara have had to switch to manual, and it’s taking both of them at the controls to keep up the kind of evasive maneuvering it takes to escape these guys. I don’t know who’s piloting that crate, but he’s good. Maybe too good, even for us. I didn’t know anyone could squeeze that kind of speed out of a relic like that.]
“And that means?”
[I’m the only one available to man the turrets, and I really suck at it.]
Ever since Pan had arrived on Ketchyn, she’d encountered one massive quandary after another. Pan was no stranger to massive quandaries, but these were different. These were quandaries where the only available decisions were bad ones.
Right now, for instance, she had two possible plans of action. The first would be to let Sonpara work the turret controls he was firing for the first time in his life against someone he described as being deadly skillful, and that path almost inevitably led to the brothers being shot down and killed. The second? Pan was not new to turret controls. She could operate them through him using telepathy.