EVANDER'S POVCold was the first thing I felt.Then the pain, a dull, grinding ache that spread through my ribs and down my left arm. My head swam. Somewhere nearby, a steady chime counted the seconds."Oxygen at six percent," my suit announced.My eyes snapped open.I was drifting. Twisted plates of armor spun slowly past my visor, trailing sparks and frozen mist. Beyond them, the black void glittered, and below me, the planet turned, small and blue and far away.I was alive.I didn't know how. The blast should have vaporized me. But I could still move my fingers, still taste copper from where I'd bitten my tongue, and I was still breathing.Theodore, I thought. Our son.I reached for the thought like a rope and pulled."Come on," I rasped. "Move."My thrusters sputtered, caught, and held. I steadied myself, scanned the wreckage, and found what I was looking for: the dark, broken hulk of Odan's flagship, its command deck torn open like a split fruit. No lights, no heat signatures and
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