Ivy could feel her heart pounding under her blouse. Her face was deadly pale, mouth pinched and drawn. This was the first time in battle for any of them ... and she dug her fingernails into her palms trying not to be afraid.
Strykalski was rapping out his orders with machine-gun rapidity, making ready to fight his ship if need be ... and against lop-sided odds. But years of training were guiding him now.
"Gun deck!"
A feminine voice replied.
"Check your accumulators. We may have to fight. Have the gun-pointers get the plots from Radar. And load fish into all tubes."
"Yes, sir!" the woman rapped out.
"Radar!"
"Right here, Skipper!"
"We're going into second-order, Celia. Use UV Radar and keep tabs on them."
"Yes, Captain."