“Drone!” the Ranger shouted. “Straight above us.”

As he dove through the hatch, Fragger saw the perimeter guards wheel about and fire their weapons into the sky. He knew they hadn’t found their target when a blast threw him deeper into the ship and high and hard up against a bulkhead. He dropped onto the deck, striking the back of his head against the floor. Sudden nausea corroded his throat as multi-colored lights stabbed his vision with pinpricks of pain. He rolled onto his hands and knees and staggered upright, fighting the confusion with a stupid combat mantra.

Rangers have hard heads, and I’ve got the hardest head of all, so no damage done.

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