The Achilles burst from the void, her engines straining.
Captain Yeang blinked the sweat from his eyes. A risky move, entering the wormhole, but it had paid off. They were home, after twenty years.
Was the war over?
“Captain, detecting three hundred and thirty-four ships ahead. Human and Rak’Tashi.”
“Bring her about, Mr. Roth. Fire at will.”
A Rak’Tashi ship exploded in a satisfying nova of blues and greens.
“Captain, we’re being hailed.”
A man’s face appeared, flushed and angry.
Captain Yeang gaped.
“What are you doing, bringing hard ammo to a reenactment?”
Author’s Note: Historical reenactments are fun (until someone loses an eye).