"This, this is firing already? Why can't they take a little provocation?"
Sobek had just managed to insult the other side into dropping their connection on the spot, and he hadn't even had time to gloat when a violent shudder raced down his spine.
Moving at least three times faster than usual, he lunged at the console. The ship's radar showed twelve sublight missiles closing in on them, each armed with a high-energy photon warhead.
Sobek let out a long breath, but his heart was still pounding.
High-energy photon warheads weren't too bad. Even if they hit, at most they'd knock out the Red Snow's engines and life-support systems. That wouldn't be much of a problem for psychics like him and Yu Lian... Except it absolutely would!
The other side had already slapped them in the face! And it had been a good, hard slap! At this point, who cared whether they were using real knives?
No. Even if he and Yu Lian wouldn't be affected, what about the subordinates still sleeping soundly in the ship?
What about his adjutant, guards, pilots, and attendants? Sure, these senior officers' personal staff had only just been assigned to him. Sure, he'd known them for less than a week. But they were still his men!
If the life-support system failed, how would they survive?
Hey, had they really thought he, Sobek, didn't have a temper?
At the same time, Yu Lian continued responding in a flat, emotionless monotone. "Warning: optical radar lock detected. Source: bearing 045, elevation -12, distance 1,200, approaching at high speed. Identification: four Wasp fighters. In addition, three Sentinel X-class system patrol ships are forming an interception formation at our six o'clock. In short, they're coming to blow your ass off!"
"This is an insult! They're not just kicking me