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Anticipating the captain’s next request, Klisiewicz initiated a long-range sensor scan of the Dulcinea’s last-known position. Only then did he realize that the civilian ship’s last coordinates lay in the path of the approaching Klingon ships.

At the communications console, Estrada shook his head. “No response, sir.”

Klisiewicz glanced into the blue glow of the hooded sensor display, then looked up as Khatami turned toward him. “No sign of the Dulcinea,Captain.”

Stano and Khatami traded worried looks. The first officer asked Klisiewicz, “Is it possible they warped out of sensor range?”

“Not unless they can move at warp eleven.”

Khatami leaned forward. “Mister Neelakanta”—she pointed dramatically at the main viewscreen—“engage.”

14

In all his years of piloting small starships, Qui

Despite his best efforts to control the ship’s wild pitching and rolling, it grazed the blinding, blue-white swirl of the wormhole’s membrane and then caromed off, its movement made even more erratic by the fleeting impact.

A hiccup in the inertial dampers or artificial gravity (or some other system Qui

He glared at her. “Great idea, sweetheart! Why didn’t Ithink of that?”

“Watch our yaw!”

Qui

Dulcineacareened off the side of the wormhole’s throat. A screech of stressed metal was drowned out by a deafening boom of collision. Overhead lights and console displays stuttered and went dark, leaving the cockpit illuminated by the spectral blue radiance of the wormhole.

Bridy stretched past Qui

Dead ahead, the terminus of the wormhole was little more than a pinprick of white light at the end of a churning maelstrom. “Just give me a few more seconds!”

“We won’t make it!” She armed the fuel-pod-ejection trigger.

“Don’t! We’re almost clear!” Space-time distortions rocked the ship as the wormhole’s far mouth spun open, spat it out, and sent it tumbling madly into a firestorm. All Qui

Every gauge in the cockpit redlined. “Containment’s failing,” Bridy said as she ejected the ship’s antimatter supply.

“All power to shields!”

“Patching in reserves.”

The universe flared white, and then a thunderclap pummeled Qui

Without taking his eyes off their perilous environment, Qui

“On it.” She got up and moved from one cockpit console to another. “Warp drive’s down. We’ve got a few minutes before the impulse coil fails. Life support’s barely there. And we lost the subspace ante

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. What about the cargo?”

“It’s fine.”

“All right, then. We just need to find a place to set down and patch this ol’ girl back together.” Outside, the haze of radiant dust began to dim. “We’re almost out of this soup. See if you can get the sensors ru

Bridy was staring slackjawed into space. “Uh, Qui

“What?”

“Look.”

He followed her gaze. “I don’t see anything.”

“Exactly.”

When he turned his attention back to the view outside the ship, he understood. Then his jaw dropped half open in shock. “There are no stars.” Beholding the empty heavens with dread, he muttered, “Where the hell are we?”

Bridy looked perplexed. “No idea. We might be so far from the center of the universe that none of its light has reached here yet, or we might be in a pocket universe branched off from our own.”

“A universe with no stars? Eternal darkness? I’m not what you’d call a believer, but are you sure we didn’t die and go to hell?”

“No, I’m not.” Bridy perked up as she pointed at the sensor display. “Hang on, correction: There isone star—a white dwarf, temperature ninety-seven hundred Kelvin. Bearing one-seven-seven mark one-five-oh, distance one hundred eight-point-six million kilometers.” She cast a fearful glance at Qui

Qui

“You know we have to go down there. We need to track this to its source.”

“Dammit, I knew you’d say that. Not that we have much choice. We need to get this busted bird planetside on the double.” He sighed, then plotted a heading to the signal’s point of origin. “It’s go

Bridy got up, took one step aft, then stopped. “I’ve seen you botch normal landings when the ship wasn’tfried. Are you sure you can do this?”

“Positive.”

“Without getting us killed, I mean.”

“Ask me again in thirty minutes.”

Twenty-nine minutes and thirty seconds later, Bridy was too busy hyperventilating to ask Qui

Turbulence buffeted the Dulcineaas it arrowed through the upper atmosphere of the white dwarf’s solitary, tiny planet. Critical failures cascaded through the ship’s major systems, leaving only maneuvering thrusters and the primary sensors functioning for what promised to be a brutal planetfall.

Qui

“Five by five.” Bridy checked its origin against the ship’s heading. “Dead ahead, range nine hundred sixty kilometers.”

“Right.” He started flipping toggles on the helm. “Braking thrusters in ten seconds.” The ship pierced a thick layer of cloud cover and then leveled out above a desolate, arctic plain. Massive peaks of jagged black stone made Bridy think of daggers thrust up by a giant’s hand through the planet’s snowy surface. Studying the wild landscape, Qui

“I’ll watch the ground, you watch the instruments.”

“I would if they still worked.” He slammed his palm against the console in front of him, but his attempt at percussive maintenance seemed to have no effect. “How’s the ground looking?”