Аннотация
“Captain, We’re Too Steep! We Won’t Be Able to Break Away!”
As if to confirm Glemoor’s words, Garrett felt her stomach drop in free fall as the ship took a sudden plunge, slammed from above by what felt like a solid belt of hypercharged particles and compressed gases.
“Captain, the gravity!” Bat-Levi shouted. The ship rocked, and the artificial gravity hiccupped enough to send her backpedaling on her heels, off-balance, and slamming into the guardrail. She wheeled around, clutching for support. “It’s sucking all the matter in this region toward the black hole!”
Garrett didn’t need her to spell out the rest. With the increased compression and electromagnetic winds, the ship would be slow to respond, like trying to turn on a dime in a pool of molasses.
Garrett whirled on her heel. “My ship, Mr. Castillo!” My ship:an age-old command, one used by pilots of planes, not starships, but Castillo needed no translation. He jumped to one side as Garrett ...
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