“I know. I’m almost there.” Her entire body buzzed with energy as she leaned forward, fingers and optical controls moving as fast as I’d ever seen her move. Faster than I’d seen in our training simulations.
“Mia.” The large ship rolled overhead, and it was now or never.
“Got it! Go!”
I released the magnetic-field-generator pulse I’d been using to assist with our attachment to the warship’s outer hull, and the Phantom drifted away from the Dark Fleet ship like debris. We rode the ship’s plasma distortion wave perfectly.
A strange warning signal sounded. Just once. A ping that made me jolt to attention as Mia’s screens filled with interference for several seconds before returning to normal.
The soft alarm stopped.
“What was that?” Mia asked.
“I don’t know, but it’s gone.” I checked every gauge and sensor, everything I could think to inspect as Mia did the same. “Find anything?”
“No. I guess it must have been the plasma field. Or maybe cosmic radiation? Warp core? Solar storm? I’m out of sci-fi words, and I have no idea how this space stuff works. I only know how to run things in this seat. I hated science class.”
I was in love. “As did I. If I couldn’t fly it or hack into it, I wasn’t interested.”
“You wanted me bad enough to hack into the Starfighter Training Academy.”
“You have no idea,” I replied.
“Maybe there really is something to this pair-bond thing.”
I grinned. “Give me a couple minutes, and I’ll convince you. Again.” I glanced at the sensors, relieved to see the warship moving away from us at an increasing pace. No Scythe fighters launched. No communication issues. It appeared we’d accomplished our mission without being detected.
This was so much better than being a shuttle pilot. And with Mia by my side…
A few more minutes and I’d have her all to myself. Getting her naked would be my top priority.