This is the eleventh section of the fourteenth chapter of Sonnets from a Proton. The novel starts here.
The next section is here.
Thrusters all over the Oppenheimer fired to swing the whole ship around so that the pusher plate faced the oncomming fighter-missiles. Bombs were thrown out of the back again this time some were detonated far away to create a debris field that would be deadly to the incoming fighters and and others were left as a mine field themselves. Other bombs with other purposes were left in wait.
“How long now?” asked Malka
“Seconds. Guns are ready and firing, bombs are going to go any second now.”
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