Geran’s planet-drop had not stopped the viper from following him. As he skimmed low over the surface, the enemy ship screamed into view. Geran cursed and adjusted his ship’s controls. The rain was falling hard now: he must rely on his instruments to plot an evasive move.
The viper looped around for a rear attack. If he let it get behind him, it was over. He’d die on this planet he’d discovered and his foe would claim universal salvage of the whole world. Not gonna happen he thought. Adjusting his course as fast as he could, he prepared to fight.