The torpedoes had never been aimed at Tycho. Blue streaks accelerated at a rate that would have turned a human brain into a gruesome pancake. The advanced tracking modules had them dance a pattern lateral to the direction of travel, anticipating the stream of counter fire. A series of blue blasts surrounded the Martian ship and in a fraction of a second the battle was decided by the computing power of each side. Almost nothing remained of the Martian vessel by the time the Nephthys turned and burned to decelerate. Morné felt the shock of something else striking the station through his feet. He ignored the group to talk on his comms again. "What was that?" Morne asked. "Breaching pods. We're being boarded!" "The Behemoth?" "No, just Tycho." "Get their scientists to Behemoth was quick as possible. Make the docking tube a fortress." This was getting worse and worse. He hadn't felt this level of despair since being isolated on the bridge of Tycho with rival OPA factions breaching the doors. The lights flickered and faded. "Du Plessis, that thing just reached the reactor. We're losing power." Better and better. "They just boarded us. Double time." Morné shouted into the local channel. He ran as fast as he could, taking the stairs down several at a time.