She crashed to the floor against the carrier's farthest wall; lay there in a crumpled, moaning heap.
The crewmen fell back a step, all eyes on Jarl. He could not read their stony faces.
"Jarl...." Ungo's voice was shaking. "Jarl, you saw it—?"
The others' words were sullen echoes.
Jarl moved away from them a fraction, till his back was against the viziscreen. He let his hand hang close to his ray-gun.
He said: "We're wasting time. Even in this carrier, we still can make Ceresta."
They stared at him, all of them—Ungo, Ylana, the three hard-eyed crewmen. Then, suddenly, a Chonya blurted, "You're mad, Jarl! What chance would we have against that projector?"
"You can forget the projector." Jarl jerked his head in the direction of Ylana. "As long as she's aboard, they won't dare use it."
"But across the void...." The raiders exchanged fearful glances.