Salera's Storm

CHAPTER 27

  Kalin, Marante

  An unnerving cold ran through Kalin; five hundred people aboard the Quasar were in jeopardy and Vorkis had Rina.

  “Use my emergency teleport to the Quasar and from there beam me aboard Vorkis’ ship,” said Kalin. “On the Eloquin, I can save Rina and help stop the attack on the Quasar. It’s the only way.”

  Marante was silent. Kalin sensed his reluctance.

  “There’s no choice in the matter,” he said, trying to ignore Marante’s glare. “Vorkis will use anyone to get me. We have to go now or Rina and everyone aboard the Quasar is dead.”

  Marante sighed loudly, nodding his head. “You were correct all along, Kalin, and I apologize. Vorkis’ insanity must be stopped. I just do not want to lose my best friend.”

  Kalin felt a minute sense of relief. Marante was finally understanding.

  “You won’t,” answered Kalin, hoping he was right. “Use whatever means necessary to defend the ship,” he said, handing his Comlink to Marante, “and don’t let Vorkis use his hyperdrive.”

  “Aye, Sir,” said Marante, attaching the Comlink to his upper sleeve. He placed his hand on Kalin’s shoulder. “Be careful, my friend, and bring her back alive.”

  Marante tapped the Comlink six times then vanished in a flash of light. Kalin readied himself, holding his Barra, anxious to fire. A battle with Zorcons was imminent. He would take out as many as possible. He waited. Marante always kept his cool under severe stress and could easily handle the confrontation on the Quasar, something he’d proven many times before. Two minutes had passed.

  What’s happening up there?