THE photon storm struck without warning. pouncing upon thc Ship from behind a bank of głant red stars. Eye barely had timc to flash a last second warning through Talker bcfore it was upon them.
It was Talkcr’s third journey into deep space, and his first light-pressure storm. He felt a sudden pang of fear as the Ship yawed violently, caught the force of the wave-front and careened cnd for end. Then the fear was gone, replaced by a strong pulse of excitement.
Why should he be afraid, he asked himself—hadn’t he been
IIlustrated by CAllE
Recruiting all the parts of a ship works great... unless you suddenly run out of recruitsl