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        Hatch's MegaCommand Cruiser - empty, airless, abandoned, dead
- was like a big piece of paper being carried along by the wind.
His men were like a thousand scraps of confetti being carried
along by the same wind. And Lon Oliver's ship was like a fist
poised in space.
        When the fist slammed into the big sheet of paper - when
Lon Oliver's ship collided with Hatch's wreck - then the bits
of confetti would be swept onward by the wind.
        That was how Hatch visualized it. Intellectually he knew that
he, his men and his ruined ship were sliding through the
frictionless vacuum of space with nothing to drive them forwards
and nothing needed, but he preferred to think of them as being
driven by a wind. The image comforted him. He had never liked deep
space, and he did not like it now.
        "Just before collision you must brake," said Hatch, allowing
himself to admire his own calm, his own sense of timing.
        Not just after. Just before. When the ships collided, Lupus's
ship would soak up some of the momentum of Hatch's ship, and thus
the Startroopers would be swept past the tangled wreckage. By
braking beforehand, they would be able to close with Lupus's ship
more quickly. Hatch was looking for the edge. Hatch wanted to get
on board Lupus's ship as soon as possible. To take Lupus by
surprise, if Lupus hadn't already worked out what was going on.
        - Has he worked it out?
        It was basic. Or was it? Maybe Lupus was still sitting
inside his glorified tin can trying to work out what had happened.
Maybe Lupus thought Hatch had devised some miraculous way to kill
the asmas on Lupus's own ship while preserving those aboard his
own vessel. Maybe Lupus thought that this was a repeat of their
last battle scenario, and that Hatch was trying to hide himself
somewhere in the hope that his enemy would quietly expire of
starvation.
        "Sir," said San Kaladan.
        Hatch resented the interruption. He was about to tell San
Kaladan to shut up - when he caught himself. There had been
something not quite right in Kaladan's voice. Something sickly.
Fear?
        "Switch to intimate," said Hatch.

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