"How did they get through?" Chase muttered as we put out our probe.
"I don't know—maybe someone wasn't looking."
"What's it like down there?" Chase asked. "See anything?"
"'Amphitrite's' still there," I said.
"She's what?"
"Still there," I repeated. "And she's in trouble."
"She's big. She can take it—but—"
"Here, you look," I said, flipping the probe switch.
"My God!" Chase muttered—as he took one look at the supply ship lying dead in space, her protective batteries flaming. She had gotten one of the Rebel scouts but the other two had her bracketed and were pouring fire against her dim screens.
"She can't keep this up," I said. "She's been hulled—and it looks like her power's taken it."