Porter Engle saved her from acting on the impulse. Her Vector rocked as he roared past her, oily smoke billowing from his engine. There was no way he could pull up, but he had somehow wrestled the craft into a collision course with the Nihil. Time seemed to slow down, Engle’s canopy detaching as the Ikkrukki bailed out, shooting straight up as the Vector plowed into its target, both Jedi and Nihil craft destroyed in one neat explosion. Indeera swept through the fireball, only sensing the Blade of Bardotta a fraction of a second before he landed on top of her Vector, grabbing one of her wings to ride her craft like a skyboard. Indeera had heard the stories of what Engle had been in his youth—she even believed some of them—but this was something else. She had no idea how he was hanging on, or how he’d managed to land on top of a ship flying this fast, but she knew instinctively what he planned to do—and it was in every way as impossible as the stunt he had just pulled.

TRS Chapter 35