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at the moment. No one would be after him in
particular really, unless it was his grandmother, of course. She did not like him.
    The
other craft chased them, traveling with enough noise that he could hear it
through the air ports on the top of the craft. Otherwise the world outside was
silent enough. He kept his speed down to about half the speed of sound, and had
them over the ocean about five seconds after he started. Then, trying to line
things up carefully, he stopped suddenly and let the other craft run into them.
The whole thing shook and moved in space, since the inertial dampening function
wasn't perfect on it, but the other ship stopped moving as well, some kind of
energy flaring from it where they connected. It was hard to see and fast, but
glowed a pale blue for an instant, Tim thought. Some sort of shield?
    It
certainly didn't crash, which was what he'd been expecting. Instead the thing
just turned and tried to fly off with good speed. That meant it was going
nearly seven hundred miles an hour. It was fast, he had to admit. Not faster
than they could go however. About half that, really.
    "I'm
pursuing. I want to see where they head. That, or take them down." He felt
tense and a bit of sweat tried to collect in his arm pits. He had an amulet to
help with the heat, but it wasn't going to work perfectly at the moment, flying
over open water like they were.
    Petra
moved to sit next to him and watched the craft carefully out the front shield
window. It tried to shift away, and even slow suddenly, to prevent him from
following, but it didn't work too well. As large as it was, being nearly ten
times bigger than the attacking vehicle at the moment at any rate, his craft
was more agile. Faster too, unless the other one had more speed than it had
shown. That was very possible. Noram didn't have any sort of lock on very fast
flying craft after all.
    "Can
you force them into the water?" This came from Petra, who sounded grim and
dark, rather than her normal pleasant self. Then again, that was probably an
act. After all she'd been through, it almost had to be.
    "Let's
see? I doubt it though. They're quick."
    It was
enough so that each time he tried to line things up in order to force them down
they managed to slip to the side. It went on too long, it seemed, and the
others were getting a bit antsy or something. It was Bethany that pointed out
the obvious to them.
    "We
need another craft, so they can't slide away like that. Sort of trap
them..." Her big hands mimicked the move, and then she shook her head.
"I could also use an ale, and a backrub to lower the tension." That
got a laugh, if only a gentle one.
    Petra
stood up and started slapping at her front. It looked a bit like some kind of
insect was crawling inside her clothing, but she tapped Timon as soon as she
was done, which showed that she had her shield on at least, and he noticed that
she had an amulet in her left hand, as well as a flying rig on.
    It
didn't take long to figure out what she was planning.
    "Get
to the right side. I'll stop for a fifteen count. You have that long to get
out, and set up. Make sure you have your communications device, so we can
talk." Petra moved the instant he was done moving his mouth, and he yelled
loudly. "Everyone hang on! I'm stopping again in three, two,-" He
didn't say one, and the large dusky skinned woman was gone by the time he said
five. Then he waited a bit, like he'd promised, because she needed to be out of
the way. The others still seemed a bit baffled, but got the general idea by the
time they were flying again.
    The
attacking vessel rushed away, but now a small, sleek looking blue and pink
rectangle flew after it, which everyone noticed. It was an old style Fast
Craft, but that just meant not as big, as well as faster. Tim had to struggle
to catch up.
    "Um,
Mindy? In my side pocket, on my tunic, I have a communications device, we need
it to talk to Pet."
    The girl
didn't wait or stand on ceremony, just patting and tugging