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Two more shots. The dreadnought's engines turned to brittle, orange-brown dust. The ship drifted, helpless.

Kael had been a miner. A nobody. His battered Leonov freighter, held together with salvage tape and spite, was a ghost among the asteroid fields of Beta-3. He knew the hum of a failing warp drive better than the taste of real food. darkorbit uber protegit

the voice replied, "you learn why you were chosen. There are older things than pirates, Kael-3. And they are waking up." Two more shots

A voice, calm and androgynous, filled his cockpit. Kael had been a miner

The Chronos Lance charged with a sound like a dying star. He aimed not at the Maw of Vengeance , but at the asteroid field behind it. The lance struck a century-old rock. In one second, that rock experienced a billion years. It collapsed into a microscopic black hole, then evaporated in a blast of Hawking radiation that cracked the shields of every pirate ship in a ten-kilometer radius.

The Uber Protegit pulsed.

And his real test was only beginning.