Starsight

D'etallis's face crinkled in pleasure. They had outrun them. They were nearly there. No point in even bothering to land. Three hundred klicks. They could fire the plague shell out the airlock while they were hovering. More effective, and probably safer all around—

That loathsome Romero screamed again, and pointed at the radar screen.

D'etallis's jaw dropped in horror.

The chase ship had reversed thrust again, and was diving, accelerating, straight for Starsight.