The Rookie Talia Fixed -

“You. You’re going.”

And Talia smiled, fired up her dented little ship, and danced among the stars one more time. the rookie talia

As the combined vessels limped away from the neutron star’s pull, Voss’s voice came through, quiet and deliberate. “You

“ Skipper ? The rookie?” Captain Elara’s voice cracked over the comm. “No offense, but we need a tractor beam and a miracle.” “ Skipper

“Exactly,” Voss said, not looking up from his console. “In a gravity well that chaotic, your precious instruments are useless. Instinct is all that’s left. Move, Rookie.”

“Talia, you couldn’t dock with a docking bay if it hugged you first,” her gruff commander, Admiral Voss, had roared that morning.

On the Odyssey , Captain Elara stared at her screen. The Skipper wasn’t docked. It was fused . The rookie had used the impact itself as a braking mechanism, welding her own ship to theirs. It was the ugliest, most brilliant maneuver Elara had ever seen.