He hit the standing Knoug. The Knoug teetered. Parr hit him again.
The pilot had his gun out.
Parr slammed a mental bolt at the pilot and he was surprised to see that the shield folded like hot butter. Even had he wished to, he could not have stopped his assault from crisping the other's thoughts to oblivion. He was almost annoyed at the weakness.
He tried a mental assault at the other sagging crewman with equal results.
The craft started to spin out of control.
Parr struggled forward, was slammed sideways, and far below he could see moonlight flash on water.
He was thrown into the controls on the second spin, and he pulled back the emergency equalizer in desperation. The craft skittered.
And then he was in control.
He found the beam on the dial. He was to the left. He centered on it and followed it in.
He jockeyed below the gaping hatch of the Advanceship and came up slowly. The controls were stiff. It was a ticklish job.