“Memorable to who? Alitma’s going with us,” Daniel said.
“No, we’re not!” yelled one Alitma’s subordinates, a skittish-looking wolf-like biped.
Fingers flying across the command deck wall, the hairy creature hurriedly accessed the dreadnought's shatterwarp engine interface and begin entering a warp path—one that would take them far from the cannon's blast radius.
Before it could input the final command, Alitma stood, walked three steps, and smashed the subordinate across the face with a metal fist.
The creature fell to the floor with a thud, dead or unconscious, Daniel wasn’t sure.
“We stay here, until I get what I came for,” Alitma said.