Drake charged up the Alcubierre drive, boosting into action. He’d already made a few minor alterations to the ship, and this was his first test-flight. He slammed his joystick forward and to the side, pitching the Arrowhead down and sending it into a looping spiral. The ship’s new thrusters were still spluttery, and the entire ship vibrated when he suddenly righted the ship, boosting it forward beneath one of the frigates. With a glance, he looked up through the cockpit “glass” at Garin’s burning fighter, hopelessly assailing the NTR ships. Drake had a moment of pity for his former crewman, and that the situation had to end up this way. Would it be possible to intercept him, maybe save him? But the moment passed, and empathy was replaced with steely resolve. Drake didn’t owe Garin shit. He brought this onto himself. Wordlessly, he made the jump, abandoning Garin to his fate.