Storm Chaser: Book Two of The Channel Riders

to preserve her vision. The electronic bursts from the Matrovean raiders were even more di

ocket of oxygen around their ship. Elena blocked out the sounds and concentrated only on escape. Adrenaline bubbled through her system and

en supply. Without it they would be dead before the raiders boarded. Elena ground her teeth. They would not board her ship. She focused her waning

her energy causing it to move. Ahead outlines of larger ships loomed in the distance. Rapidly they grew until she was able to pick out the details. Heavy artillery had

way. Elena sighed with relief as the crew cheered. She eased the Storm Chaser to a normal speed and carefully uncurled her hands from the wheel, allowing inertia to keep them moving rather than relying on her personal reserves. She stretched and wiggled her stiff

he ship was not damaged enough to require assistance into port. They signaled back their understanding and remained in patrol mode. Spin, the ship's cat poked her head into the pilot house and star

t of the ship. Elena stepped from the pilothouse, certain that inertia would keep the Storm Chaser on course. She couldn't help b

ight. The Council decided seeing ships of that size would have given the military too many ideas. Smith, as military representative, would have no doubt considered that withholding information, but Elena was okay with that. After all she h

he smiled as the cruisers passed and the Docking Facility came into sight. After five years being gone it felt good to be back on boa

ing and walked back towards the pilothouse to ready the ship for docking. S

. Spin sat down by Elena's feet and began groomin