Marked

[Toaster]

Damn it.

Olivia diverted power from her disrupted cruise drives to the Kingfisher's primary engines and shields. The trade lane remained in the distance, an unreachable destination under the current circumstances. She glanced around the cockpit interior, refamiliarizing herself with the controls. It had been a few years since she had last flown the Lovebird herself. She was a quick ship, Beige's baby, and tuned so extensively that at least on a technical level, she barely shared any resemblance with the stock vessel any longer. Odds were that, as long as Olivia could evade the initial volleys, she'd be able to gain the advantage over Damian's heavier craft.

But combat was not what Olivia had in mind as a plan A, instead switching on her comms.

"Shut your choleric mouth," she spat into the channel. One hand remaining on the stick, one hand fiddling with her PDA, she transmitted the address that Price had given her to the Xeno. She was somewhat certain that the information would calm Moretti down, but she decided to play things safe. Killing the ship's engines, she swung it around, bringing its weapons to bear on the rapidly approaching Cobra. Her finger hovered a hair's breadth over the trigger, ready to unleash a torrent of energy into space.

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Olivia Sable