Day.

The akks’ Force yammer was almost painful. They’d given this call often enough that Mace knew it now.

Gunships. More than one.

Mace could feel that Nick was worried. In the Force, dry-ice tension rolled off him. It was starting to affect Mace, too: breathing it in off Nick tied knots in Mace’s stomach.

Air patrols had been dogging them all day long. Spiral routes and quarter-cutting: search pattern. It wasn’t safe to assume they were looking for anything but the four Korunnai and Mace.


- Shatterpoint, Chapter 4